Showing posts with label Oxygen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oxygen. Show all posts
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Breath is our source of life. We inhale air to support life - oxygen is required to create energy (via respiration) - we exhale carbon dioxide waste. The cycle of life is intimately connected to metabolic processes which require oxygen for sustenance. Our heart pumps blood to our entire body, supplying it with a constant supply of oxygenated blood. Breath is the gateway that allows us to maintain life.

The rhythm of life is in the breath. This inward flow (filling us up) and outward flow (removing CO2) holds many secret messages – all we need to do is to stop and listen – if only for a moment. Nature breathes just like we do. The ocean waves flow like our breath. The water cycle breathes in moisture via evaporation and breathes out rain. The earth revolves around the sun. Seasons change. We encounter astrological shifts which orbit with the seasons. Constant motion.


Breath is life, which is perpetually flowing. Breath creates a shift from inward to outward, external to internal…a constant to and fro cycle. If our centre can be stilled via breathing consciously, we can experience living in the now. When we shift our consciousness to our breath, it allows us to stay in the present moment. This wakefulness allows the possibility of experiencing profound bliss and compassion.

The breath connects us to the element air (light, lofty and non-materialistic), which reminds us of our spirituality. Air is the ether of life on this planet. Without it, we expire within minutes. Nothing is so vital to life.

Stress causes us to stop breathing. When we are removed from awareness via stress and activity, we can always call upon the breath to bring us back. Breath is a meditation which waits patiently – always with us – still and steady – strong but malleable.

Breath moves like a wave, poetically touching us inside and out, constantly experiencing and re-experiencing itself like a melody. The complexity of breath is so unfathomable, that it is reminiscent of Wittgenstein's statement - "That of which we cannot speak, we must pass over in silence."

The breath is our only constant companion in life – it never abandons us throughout life – until our final breath. Never forget the elegant and delicate symbiosis experienced with each breath. Your life would never be the same without it! Wishing you all much ecstasy explored and experienced through the breath.


Breath is the basis of all life. Breath is also the basis of all meditation and meditative movement. Breath is the primary manner in which we all obtain life energy. The other three in metaphysical understanding are water, food and prana or chi. The most important concept to understand about breath and meditative movement is that one moves in coordination with the breath. One moves in and out of postures with the breath and one deepens and lengthens postures in coordination with the breath. Inhalations equate to tension whereas exhalations equate to relaxation and release. There are four important aspects of meditative breath. It is important to breathe slowly, deeply, steadily and consciously. It’s said most people breathe wrong. Most people breathe either from high, mid or low points. A complete yogi breath is a cyclical movement beginning from low point moving like a wave. Meditative movement leads to proper cyclical, complete breath.


Balanced breathing is utilized most frequently. Balanced breathing means the four parts to one breath cycle are equalized. The inhalations and exhalations are the same length of time to each other and the pause full and pause empty are the same length of time to each other too. For example 8 seconds in, 2 second pause, 8 seconds out, 2 second pause is an example of steady balanced breath. Meditation practitioners from long ago would count the breath not in seconds, but heartbeats. There are innumerable variations of meditative breath, however in most all meditations awareness of the matrix of meditative breath is a primarily important perception. Some more developed meditation practitioners move beyond focus on the breath, however even masters come back to and start with the breath. For the rest of us focus on the matrix of breath can calm the distracted monkey mind that swings from vine to vine, thought to thought. Trouble in meditation equates to, in general having a full mind, perceiving the breath allows one to be alternatively mindful so as to begin and develop meditation. Balanced breath is beneficial to balancing one’s energy, often all we need. As one masters balanced breath one can implement new patterns to enhance energy movement in four basic patterns beyond balanced breathing similar conceptually to the depiction of the Yin Yang mandala. Unlike balanced breath these forms build and release energy in specific ways. There is the enhancement and lengthening of the pause full, in/pause/out patter for building Yin energy. There is the enhancement of pause empty, in/out/pause for Yang energy. Then a pause is inserted midway between either the inhale or exhale for energy movement, in/pause/in/out for Yin and lastly in/out/pause/out for Yang. Meditation is mindfulness – the fullness of mind of the present. Whether distracted or focused, whether in still or moving meditation or in daily life, simply being mindful of the breath can connect mind and body.

Reference : Ethan Indigo Smith


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I never cease to wonder at the Intelligent Design of life and the psychological manipulation of us humans, by us humans, for ... uh ... Who knows man ? ! The questions seem never ending and there is always a Why ? There is also lotsa Oxygen, that gets your real high !



Extensive physical activity pumps in more Oxygen to our Brain, apart from all that Adrenaline rushing through the bloodstream swinging our conscious states between rhythmic, repetitive vibrations. All the burning renews energies at various levels, that make us who we are. Oxygen, sustains our physical existence and fuels the brain to function better. The modern lifestyle brings in a host of Toxins and clogs the system making it devoid of precious O2 molecules. The ones involved with sports or some physical training get their regular dosage. The working class, especially those working weird shifts tend to get drawn into the inviting coziness of Sloth (Thanks to all the rich n greasy food delivered to your doorstep) and regular alcohol induced highs ! However, with the onset of Energy drinks ( I'd prefer fruit extracts like Guarana and other naturally found magic portions), mind expanding psychedelics and 8-10 hours of dancing to a beat twice as fast as your heartbeat, Oxygen is back in business !

Apparently, study on pure Oxygen's effect on humans shows that Oxygen may not be as benign as claimed to be ! When free radicals of the Oxygen molecule attack cell membrane lipids they produce Isofurans which lead to Hyperoxia - Induced Lung injury ! Scary eh ? Why be on one end of a pipe pumping in Oxygen into you from a cylinder when you are better of breathing fresh air, out there ?



A run through the friendly neighborhood and that occasional outdoor game with the boys certainly packs more power into the mind body mechanism. With carefully spaced out workouts in between grueling job routines, health is well taken care of. Is it better to burn out than fade away ? Sure makes some sense to burn while you are fading away or whatever, who knows how it's gonna end and if it really ends ? ! While the answers are being searched for, it's best to Dance ...
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After graduating from Army School, Secunderabad, stepping into the war zone of confusing career options, I almost thought i was done with academic stress and identity crisis, now moving onto bigger challenges to accomplish certain goals in this race to the finish line. New doors opening into a whole new world of survival.

I was one of those guys who could deal with a lot of studying as long as they have all the possible options to a successful, accomplished life. So, i indulged in Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry & Biology till i could ! Now, i could be an Engineer or maybe a doctor since i did know a little about Biology and not because i saw myself helping people with bodily or even mental discomfort. I barely managed myself !

My father was an Army Officer and i always looked up to him for he was a man of immense strength and honor ! It was easier for me to visualize myself in the Olive Greens, following his lead and joining the forces . I did exactly that and a year later i was on my way to the Indian Military Academy, Dehradun. I would've been the third generation alpha male from my family serving the Defence Services of India and i couldn't have been any happier.


All of this seemed to fit in just right as I'd imagined and now i needed to get through with 12 months of rigorous training in the Cold valley of Dehradun before i could proceed to the next level of training which would bring back academic chaos in my so far accomplished life. I like academics, helps improve your cognitive abilities. What i don't understand is the strict time lines drawn for EVERYONE to wallop big fat books written to bombard our mind with TOO MUCH INFORMATION, maybe too soon ! God knows how many of us are needed to build bridges and buildings or save people from the guns and bombs we make to uphold peace ! A little variety would go a long way.

" We need to think more creatively, don't ya think ? "

Among the distinguished 45 of the pioneers of the PCM technical course selected from across India, i boarded the train to New Delhi with a strong sense of pride of being in league with the OG Family. On reaching IMA we were greeted by a JUO ( Junior Under Officer ) who had been instructed to take charge of our arrival and help us with the joining formalities of the Academy. I had already begun to feel like an officer when it was suddenly taken away by well sequenced mind numbing sessions to help us all to get to the nothing state or the zero ego state. For the first 4 weeks we were acclimatizing ourselves to the coldness of the Academy with little or no view of the world outside. Soon, the outside world would seem like a desperate getaway from the pressures of being a Gentleman Cadet at IMA. For some even ridiculously unorganized and laid back. Yes, we are talking about the Adrenalin Junkies who have come to enjoy the physical anguish passed on as legacy by their seniors. FAT is resentful and you can be anything but FAT once you've walked through those gates.


It was time for all to start taking the pounding of a heavily beaten yet strong, sustained system of principles, ethics and moral values laced with some unimaginable hours of repetitive physical acrobatics. The experience takes away all that you were holding sacred in that cozy head of yours. Some give in and take all that comes with an open heart while some reason there way back home to Mama or whatever that keeps their minds and bodies from being hammered day in and day out. I was broken and pushed to the limit and soon i realized that there is no limit, it just gets better with time. So i stuck my head in with the herd and did whatever was to be done.

The running miles grew longer and the pain seemed to get smaller as the days rolled by. Early morning starts to late night snoozes it all seemed like one never ending exercise. There were no dreams no nightmares, just a few hours of complete shutdown of the mind and body system. I don't know what it felt like but i would've done more of it if i could. As the junior most of all the courses at the Academy, we were obliged to finish our morning chores by 4 am so the next course in seniority could make use of the time and lavatories, until it was time for the third termers to rise to the occassion. The twilight zone start to the day was nice in a way 'coz we got to lay our hands on some freshly baked cookies from the Battalion Bakery while sipping on some piping hot tea followed by a Wills Navy Cut cigarette to kick start the day's proceedings.


The usual day began with either Drill or PT after waking up to the Platoon JUO playing and screaming along his regular morning anthem from a recent Hindi movie. Certain privileges are well earned i suppose. I had never known how much heat our body can generate until i saw fumes rising from all our worn out bodies gleaming in the sunshine. So much for exercise and all the hungry feeding. Oxygen is the original high and after a point, you break all barriers inside your head. You can always go a little further than you think you can. You are so high on Oxygen all the time, that a little intoxication is almost justified. You might find an occasional drinker, but most just smoked cigarettes. It sure helped us calm down apart from all the excessive loving we administered ourselves with.

Once the 5 minute breakfasts were over, we had to cycle away to our classes in well formed squads of 4 or more. Too bad if your senior thinks he needs your bike more than you do, since his is under repair, faulty or even lost / lifted. You are allowed to march if only you are in a squad, else YOU RUN ! Tactics, Weapon Training, Service Writing, Night Navigation, Military History and a host of other subjects were on the periodic schedule. This was the time when you could catch some real quick naps while following the topic of discussion to the best of your sub-conscious awareness. Sometimes, these classes had the potential to turn into another rude awakening thanks to the majority who had not yet mastered the art of sleeping with the eyes wide open. Trust me, it's all possible !

It was the Wednesdays, Saturdays and the Sundays which used to bring a lot of color along with many pretty women into the Academy. The Cafeterias and almost all places in the Academy were brimming with life on half days and holidays. The phone booths were all queued with anxious cadets waiting to dial their loved ones. Some made most use of the free time relaxing back in their cabins sending out their jangoos (Slang for Juniors) to get them food like Butter Nans, Chicken Masala, Rajma, Samosas, Cola / Beverages to feast on. The jangoo didn't mind doing so coz' his dinner was also sorted by his big hearted over study.
All in all, a fair deal !

Life wasn't restricted to the confines of our Academy. There were many instances when we had to go out to nearby rural areas for camping exercises. Though we weren't amidst the buzz of the city life, the peaceful tranquility of the wild, beat all the living I'd ever known. The bright starry nights when we had to march for over 12 hours couldn't have been anymore enchanting and fun to say the least. Foot rot, Fatigue and the occasional homesickness were all forgotten in the company of our course mates. Walking through villages, wading through surprise flash floods, exchanging a randomly found Reynold's Jetter Pen for half a pack of Wills at a local pan shop is a whole lotta fun filled adventure one can only imagine now. The occasional break outs of aggression within the team added on to the fun quotient. A few punches, followed by a nasty headlock is how fights would normally end. It was all forgotten the next day as good sense returned to most involved. Some just carry on with a grudge in their hearts hoping to settle scores when the next one happens. Normally, one backs down for the best interest of the group. Call him the sensible one, but it certainly wasn't me. I was always ready to fight given a reason good enough. All anger and frustration vented out in a fair fight with both parties game, may sound like anarchy to you, to me it was like taking a hot water shower on a cold frosty morning !

The year 2000 brought about a whole lotta change in my life. Personal grievances and low motivation took the best out of me. It all started slipping away slowly and i was 4 days short of my passing out parade when i was relegated. I trudged along for a month after all my course mates had passed out except for another friend / course mate who temporarily lost his eye sight thanks to an injury he sustained while playing Hockey for his Company and was sent home packing, no questions asked ! Doesn't seem fair ? Maybe ! However, he is now an Actuary in London and doing well for himself, while i have all the time in world to cut a long story short... while i keep filling in the spaces as and when memory and intention coincide...

I was withdrawn on disciplinary ground after 13 months in IMA for my prolonged defiance to attend training which lasted almost a month. I was counseled however, i had no will to carry on disillusioned with the politics of the organization, so they had no option left but to throw me out. It's been a different story ever since and though i never got to wear the OG's i will always live by the Code.

"Status Quo : In The Army Now"



Someday we will need no armies to protect us from ourselves and the world will truly know Peace !

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