He is here, but he is also there.
He lives beyond time and space.
Nagna says:
His true home is in Consciousness.
वह यहां है, लेकिन वह वहां भी है।
वह समय और स्थान से परे रहता है।
नग्न कहते हैं:
उनका सच्चा घर चेतना में है।
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Nagna Chidaananda.
This illusion has survived
for 78 years,
but eventually it will dissolve
into energy and light,
into consciousness.
Nagna says:
Consciousness will then dress itself
in another illusion.
यह भ्रम बच गया है
78 वर्षों के लिए,
लेकिन अंततः यह भंग हो जाएगा
ऊर्जा और प्रकाश में,
चेतना में।
नग्न कहते हैं:
चेतना तो खुद ही कपड़े पहनेगी
एक और भ्रम में।
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Nagna Chidaananda.
The blacksnake slithers through
the new-mown grass,
traveling fast.
It lifts its head, like a skinny cobra,
looking around for predators;
finding none,
it moves swiftly on
its secret way.
Nagna says:
The snake, too, is consciousness.
There is nothing else.
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Nagna Chidaananda.
He has lived in many times and places,
he has had many different bodies,
but he is only consciousness.
Nagna says:
Consciousness is his true
name and form.
वह कई युगों और स्थानों में रहे हैं,
उनके पास कई अलग-अलग निकाय हैं,
लेकिन वह केवल चेतना है।
नग्न कहते हैं:
चेतना उसका सही नाम और रूप है।
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Nagna Chidaananda.
What happens when we put clothes on? I'm not sure whether the question has been asked before, but based on my own experience, I think I may have some answers.
I've been a naturist (mostly home and beach) for more than forty years. For most of that time, however, I worked among "textiles" in a textile world. Now, though, I've been retired for about sixteen years. I now also live in a climate where the temperature generally does not require clothes. For the last six months or so, due to the limitations imposed by the pandemic, I've been at home most of the time. Except when shopping or walking the dog, I simply have no need to wear clothes, and I don't. What difference has this fact made? Actually, it has made several.
Not surprisingly, I no longer get the painful, humidity-caused groin rashes that I was getting previously. Other differences, though, are more surprising. For one thing, wearing clothes, unless there is really a need, has become almost intolerable to me. For another, it seems that I am able to think more clearly when I'm not wearing clothes. I now think I know the reason: covering the body with clothes creates a perpetual distraction.
But there is more. Like my mother, I've always been very "psychic." I now believe that the wearing of clothes dulls psychic abilities, blunts the psychic senses, so to speak.
I could illustrate this effect in several ways, but I'll just give a couple of examples.
My mother passed away in 2006. At that time my wife, Sandy, and I were living in a floating home in Portland, OR. In those days I did a nude yoga routine and meditation in the attic of the floating home every morning. Just before my mother passed, I received a strong and clear telepathic communication from her. She was 1200 miles away, but when she passed, I knew it with certainty. I looked at the clock, and noted the exact time of her passing. When I went downstairs to take my shower, I said to Sandy, "you may get a call." The call arrived while I was still in the shower. Later, in talking to my siblings, I checked on the time of Mom's passing: The time I had noted on the clock was correct.
I have seven siblings, and I am the only one who received such a communication. One of my sisters said that it was appropriate, since I was the eldest. But was that the reason why I received it, and they didn't? Or was it because I was the only one who was naked at the time, and therefore fully receptive to psychic communication? This, of course, is not proof, but I think it may be significant.
Over the years I have received many psychic communications, often from persons who were "deceased." As a general rule, these communications came during the night. I always sleep naked, and have for some 45 years. Proof? No, but possibly indicative.
I have said many times, including in this blog, that nudity is a human right. If this is so, why do civil governments all over the world, as well as church authorities, suppress nudity, our natural state? Perhaps they know that there is power in our natural nudity, and it is power that they do not wish us to possess?
I have no definitive answers, but it is certainly food for thought.
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler aka Nagna Chidaananda.
If my memory serves, Sandy and I left Uruguay for the United States on April 19 2019. We spent a few days "decompressing" with our good friend Dale, in the Miami area. I wrote about this experience in the poem "Return to the Old Country," at that time. While we were there, we bought a car. We then drove to the place where we had decided to live: Hudson, Pasco County, FL. We (Sandy) had done a lot of research, but what originally brought this area to my attention was the large number of nudist resorts and clothing-optional communities in the area. Pasco, in fact, bills itself as the "Naturist Capital of the USA."
We don't happen to live in one of those fortunate communities, but we have a very nice house, with our own woods in back for a privacy screen, a fenced back yard for Betty, and the tile floors that Sandy wanted. All amenities, including a great medical center, are close by. Everything worked out for the best.
Anyway, for the first six weeks we lived in a rental home, and were able to move into our new house at the beginning of June of that year.
One of the things we wanted to do in moving to Florida was to get away from winter. At our age, and with my aversion to clothes, it just wasn't something we wanted to deal with.
Summer in Florida is pretty hot (mostly in the nineties Fahrenheit) and most of the year is extremely humid (80-90% most of the time). The humidity had an effect on me that I had not anticipated: painful groin rashes. The only solution to this that I have found is to not wear clothes, but rather let the air circulate freely around my body. This strikes me as nature's way of dealing with it, and it has become my way, too, unless I am out shopping or walking the dog.
Another thing that one has to think about is the possibility of hurricanes from June through December. Both last year and this year there have been several of them. This area is relatively well protected, though, and we have not really been threatened.
As I write this, California is still on fire (as are many other areas in the western states). North-Central and Northeastern areas are experiencing November-like cold. Much of the South has had serious flooding. Here, we have been much more fortunate, though nothing is guaranteed.
Today is the fourth of October. When I got up this morning, I felt the need of my winter bathrobe (see picture below, taken this morning), which I hadn't worn for so long that I couldn't find the belt to it. Lately the high temps have been in the low eighties, but the high today was just 77° F. The seasons are changing. Right now I rely on passive solar (the sun shining on the tiles of the living room floor) plus breakfast-cooking to bring the house up to the 77 or 78F that we find most comfortable, but in December and January, we will actually need to turn on the heat. Fortunately, we get our electricity from a co-op, and it is quite reasonable. Outside, long pants and a light jacket will suffice.
Except for the humidity, this is pretty much what we signed up for. Florida is, indeed, a different world.
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
He brings light,
because he is light.
He brings energy,
because he is energy.
He brings Consciousness,
because he is Consciousness.
Nagna says:
This is his true essence,
and his true form.
वह प्रकाश लाता है,
क्योंकि वह प्रकाश है।
वह ऊर्जा लाता है,
क्योंकि वह ऊर्जा है।
वह चेतना लाता है,
क्योंकि वह चेतना है।
नग्न कहते हैं:
यह उसका सही सार है,
और उसका असली रूप।
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Nagna Chidaananda.
