Yes by Santosh Jha (the read aloud family txt) 📕

By Santosh Jha

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Copyright 2020 Santosh Jha

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** ~~ ^^ Nobody is alone; none lonely. But then, body does not have true partners; only Consciousness has. Tangibles are ephemeral; mortal. Only intangibles are incessant and immortal. Elements of consciousness are innately aligned to similar constituents of all external realities. We are related; we have consciousness-collaborators; we have mates…! Primarily; everything pre-exists in some space-time situation. Togetherness is wired in deep abyss of unconscious. We just need the simplicity of Cognition to discover them. Decipher your own building blocks; your own constituents of connect. Generic consciousnesses shall join in and shape up the nomenclatures of mutuality… ^^ ~~ **

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A ‘No’ is not your failure. It is just a sign of your unpreparedness for success of ‘Yes’. It needs holism of Intent, innocence of Content and compassion of Expression to arrive at Readiness. A ‘Yes’ within; inside seven layers of Consciousness; shall always innately strike symbiosis with a ‘Yes’ outside. Success is definitively an artistry of internalization. Externally, it only has its reflections in entities…! Say ‘Yes’ to yourself and then; be in compassionate reception of progression of ‘Yes’…

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PREFACE

This is not a book. It is not a story. The pages have dark something but they are not sentences. There is something here, in this space; just as a Probability. It is here. The book shall happen; the story shall get life; the lines and sentences shall emerge inside you; within your Consciousness. ‘You’ and ‘I’ are just the media of something, which has already happened somewhere and long time back. What this space humbly endeavors to present as a probability, should ideally have happened in your consciousness. Then only the lines and sentences come alive. You essentially are the true and actual writer of this story and book. Reality has happened billions of years back. You and I have happened as a media to decipher what is already there. Consciousnesses can decipher all realities. What you decipher; is what Reality stands to unravel itself as. This space and some dark something awaits you to decipher a Reality. It is you and your story. It is the way you decipher it. Do tell me the story you decipher. I trust you. You are potentiated to be the most magnanimous and compassionate author. Happy writing…

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… She/He Is There, Perfectly Positioned,

… She/He Evolves With Me, As Imagined,

In Flesh And Bones, She/He May Be Somewhere,

We Are A Couple, Since We Were Nowhere,

Union Has Happened; Conjugation Awaited…

Bliss Prospers; Her/His Fragrance Anticipated…

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At The Very Outset…

If only I knew magic; I would have ensured that the words I am lending, for conveyance of intent here, could arrive at you with all humility, simplicity, innocence and honesty. But, I trust you…! Mediocrity of mind consciousness can never unravel Reality beyond indulgences, possessions and perpetuity of pleasure. Mediocrity is in deep romance with denial and deception of ‘self’ itself. Mediocrity is the creed of humanity and it only harvests the prolific crops of stupidity and hypocrisy.

The year 2020 has massively exposed this malaise of mediocrity as millions of human lives stand hostages to systemic stupidities and hypocrisies of the leaderships, intellectuals and average people alike. Mediocrity of untrained and un-evolved human minds has been the worst assassins of sanity and lives; with its calamitous weaponry of denial and deception. It shall also be the singular causality for human extinction.

Populist and culturally benchmarked perceptions of love, romance and eroticism are hypocritical expressions of the mediocrity of consciousness; innately orienting average, untrained and un-evolved minds towards the indulgences, possessions and perpetuity of pleasures. By its very design, therefore, love, romance and eroticism are infested with debauchery of denial and deception. It has infinite shades and still, it cannot satiate the lustful lure of the untrained and un-evolved. That is why all art, all media, all creativity are dominated by the hypocrisy and debauchery of love, romance and eroticism.

The intent and content of this eBook are definitely outside the purview of this mediocrity. Sanity, goodness, righteousness and true worth are always like tiny islands in the vastness of oceans of mediocrity. Human consciousness is hapless and helpless slave of its milieu and milieus; where humans prosper, are bound to be mediocre. That is why; as a rule; if the milieu is good and right, human consciousness can see and imbibe sanity and poise.

This eBook sure is about man and woman but it has nothing to do with love, romance and eroticism. It is about milieus, consciousness and sanity choices. In the contemporary and ongoing chaos and calamity of mediocrity; this eBook just happened. It was neither intended nor invited. As I humbly said, it is not even a story… It is a probability, well within everyone. It just waits to happen inside you.

It is about YOU, not they, as this new world, emerging after the current calamity, requires a new thinking and novel choices from every individual. The potential is well within you to see, how in every reference of every word here, YOU emerge and you put your best consciousness and cognition forward to internalize this all as your own life-living expression. This eBook has to happen within you; not in blank white pages…

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Acknowledgement

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Only humans have the proven stupidity and sustained rigidity to shamelessly turn the Means into the Ends in itself. All drives and innate instincts, which the evolution installed as means for some thoughtfully worthy Ends; are now avowed, lofty and ultimate attainments of humanity. Money, sex, hunger, power, identity, et al are now finality of all fruitions. Centuries of inverse intelligence and golden hypocrisies are now entrenched and acknowledged benchmarks of cultures and successes. Only a handful resists and refuses to live out this Slavery of Wired Mediocrity. Only they have this potential for probability of the Reality… This humble enterprise of intent through words is dedicated to these few women and men of true worthiness… This enterprise happens; its fruition happens, as you happen… Welcome…!

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Thanks For Your Magnanimity, The Probability Begins Now...

It is 3 am, pre-dawn and mild zephyr has just begun to make its presence felt on her already disheveled tresses. Minutes before, she has moved from her living room to the terrace, hoping, the gush of fresh air may help her, some bit, to arrive at something; she has been ambivalent about since late evening.

Nature’s own design and mechanisms are not aimed at the convenience of humans. They have their own processes, energized by causalities, which macrocosmic eventuality present for finality. Metaphorically though; as humans are accustomed to relate with nature in this way; it is accepted that 3-4 am before dawn is the time when all elements in nature stand in obeisance and anticipation for the majesty of Sun to arrive and herald the business time for every speck of the milieus. Naturally, people think, this is the auspicious time when best of and most fruitful epiphanies happen. She is also expecting some epiphany to hit her and save her from her continuing predicament.

All magic is within; inside the plexus of consciousness. The nature can only catalyze a happening but the seed has to be there. She may not benefit from the nature’s mechanics as well as from her body’s own suitability of 4 am miracle. She is actually not struggling with the idea that she wishes to decipher and de-clutter. In most likelihood, her consciousness does not seem to be in linearity and symmetry with the cognitive prosperity to deal with the issue at hand. The nature, however, is at its best; most supportive to her comfort; she cannot complain. Everyone should be at its most supportive self; when a woman is in perceptible trouble. But it does not happen. People love nature but seldom learn from its innate objectivity and munificence.

The body itself is the biggest barrier. The mind is almost always in deep lustful infatuation and therefore in cohabiting connivance with body basics. The 4 am pre-dawn stage of diurnal cycle probably is the time-space optimality, where the body-brain love-making hits the orgasmic big bang. The energy of precarious probabilities is hugely heuristically randomized; as in most unions of elements. This eruption and cascading of rhapsodic experience is ideal for fruition of finality of abstractions and imaginative creativity. Unfortunately, what she is facing, is a cognitive algorithm, which has elements rooted in reality; not abstractions. Her predicament may not be galvanized to solution. Rather, it may just become more complex. But then, who knows; this may be right for her; even though she is enterprising for just the opposite of it.

This is probably, what he wanted and had planned for. He had left her with these elements late evening and since then, she is grappling with them. Often, there is a reverse of the situation between a man and a woman. Usually, the woman tosses up something and men, as they are and as is their cognitive positioning, spend sleepless nights deciphering what she meant and what not. Mysticism is a definitive territory of women. Men always find themselves in the receiving end of the marvel of mystery.

The reverse however has happened here. He has left her with words, she has spent the whole night deciphering and still grappling with it. The graying skyline and orange horizon in the east is already unsettling her. She gives up and heads to her bedroom. May be, the light of the day could resolve the predicament. Nothing untoward; if it lingers; ideally, it should. Questions are crucial only till an answer kills them. Better to have questions hanging around than have stupid and hypocritical answers…

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There is nothing hypocritical about his words. They are as real and definitive as the approaching dawn and impeccable Sun. Rather, the trouble is not with his words, which she is struggling with. The trouble is with her consciousness, which is used to unreal and hypocritical ways of expressions and communications.

We live in a world full of hypocrisies and cosmetic ingenuities, where intents are draped with synthetic contents, laced with fanciful yet frivolous frills of attitudinal insinuations. A woman, especially a beautiful and young woman, always has this misery and burden of living in a milieu, where intents and contents are never real and seldom to be trusted as sincere and honest. Often, stupidities lacerate innocence and honesty of an innate feminine cognition more than bad intents. Women, sadly enough, are more the victims of individual and collective stupidities. Instinctively, they protect themselves from generic stupidities and specific demeanors by the shield of attitudes. This shield however, wounds them more than they protect.

His words are true, real and simple. That is why she is troubled. Her subconscious is skeptical, as usual, even though consciously, she is inclined to trust him and accept his words at the face value. The frailty of the woman in her consciousness is unwilling to give up, though she is a confident and empowered woman; no more in entrapment of reactionary youthfulness and unqualified attitudes.

For a woman, continuity and safety of the milieu, she is used to, matters far more than an average man. A woman’s wellness as well as her strengths is