The Chaiselongue E-Book

Momo Pete

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 128

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

This tropical South Sea novella tells the story of a disciple's relationship with a real Maha Siddha, the Guru of all Gurus, the Master of all Masters, Turaga Dau Loloma Vunirarama, in an epic-poetic form based on the historical yet fictional character of the servant Ratu Gus. Ratu Gus lives his past present and future lives in conscious simultaneity. All the wheels of fate interlock and overlap—as they do for every human being—until the moment when fate presents the protagonist with a chaiselongue in the middle of a South Seas paradise that is not free from fraud. The tropical capital of Fiji, Suva, becomes the catalyst and supernova of his realisation process. Far away from the trouble spots of this world and the virtual influencer streets of consumer prostitution, Ratu Gus's spiritual ecstasy and heartfelt impulse pull him beyond the apparent world and his body-mind, anchoring him in the fire of the here and now. Embraced and guided by the blessing presence and eternal relationship with his Heart-Master Turaga Dau Loloma Vunirarama, the ancient spiritual path of a Master-Devotee relationship is revealed step by step. The enfolding process of Perfect Realisation in the relationship with his Heart-Master progresses relentlessly and mercilessly. No failure is too unworthy of Gus. No offence unfounded. No path too far for him to take a shortcut. The patterns and habits of an illusory egoic life fall away. In the perpetual tropical heat of frustrations and tragedies of a freebooting life, in tune with his Heart-Master Turaga Dau Loloma Vunirarama, there can only be one conclusion for Ratu Gus: We have always already been free!

Leseprobe

momo pete

The Chaiselongue

Enlightenment is the greatest insult

for

the ego

Translated from German by Momo Pete with support

of Johannes Holz and artificial intelligence.

The book

Can a human being experience true insight and enlightenment through the grace of his spiritual Master on a non-cheat-free chaiselongue? The tropical South Sea novella about Ratu Gus provides unexpected and free-spirited answers to a question that has been banished by the truth-searching of an egocentric and guruless society from the yellow press of spiritual headlines. Ratu Gus lives his past, present and future lives in conscious synchrony. All the wheels of fate interlock and overlap—as they do for every human being. Far away from the hotspots of this world and the virtual influencer strips of consumer prostitution, his ecstasy and his heart's impulse draw him beyond the apparent world and his body-mind. At the same time, ecstasy in his Guru anchor him in the fire of the here and now. No failure is too disgraceful for him. No insult unjustified. No path too far for him to take a shortcut. Embraced and guided by the Divine Presence and the eternal relationship with his Heart-Master Turaga Dau Loloma Vunirarama, the dramas of Gus life allow only one conclusion:

We are always already free!

The author

Momo Pete has been visiting Fiji regularly since the mid-1990s, and over time it has become his real home. From 2017 until the end of 2022, he lived continuously on various South Sea islands and worked as an entrepreneur in Suva, the capital of Fiji. Since early childhood, the South Seas have mysteriously captivated him, and their people and islands have left a deep mark in all his books. His books are inspired and imbued with the Wisdom Teachings of his spiritual Teacher, the Heart-Master, Avatar Adi Da Samraj, Turaga Dau Loloma Vunirarama, the Ruchira Buddha, whose Ashram on the Island of Naitauba in Fiji he often visited during the Heart- Master's Lifetime.

Om Sri

Turaga Dau Loloma

Vunirarama

Content

Prologue—In bed with Laughing Mama

If you see Turaga Dau Loloma—Recognise Him

If you meet Turaga Dau Loloma—Kill Him

Enlightenment is the greatest insult for the ego

The Chaiselongue

Qara Vatu ni Vuku (Cave allegory)

Beyond knowledge and death

Epilogue—Waking up in Laughing Man

Appendix

The Way of The Heart

Glossary

Note to the readers

Sources

Booklist (English editions)

Imprint

Prologue—In bed with Laughing Mama

The Laughing Mama say’s

“Your objections to anything don’t mean shit!”

Turaga Dau Loloma, Avatar Adi Da

There you are lying

as a naked fact

on the disenchanted floors.

Betrayed, soiled, disfigured

by the world

and its secret laws.

Wherever you look

the world stripped of intrinsic All-Brightening Light

when Laughing Mama disrobed

as the leering false bride.

Once upon a time

you thought:

Love–determines the fate of the world

Tolerance—brightens the hearts

Cooperation—stirs the soul and heart beats

and ultimately

leads to everlastingpeace.

But these are virtues that

only flourish

in the hearts awakeness,

in the embrace of Laughing Mama

the shared breathing

of inevitable world-weariness.

That weariness abuses the heart

in the frameworks of its play,

willingly conforming to the naked lies.

The heart tossed out

and

apparently betrayed

in spite acts of self-sacrifice.

To endure the Mama’s laughter,

beyond every insult and madness.

To see through the illusion,

which now dispelled

shows the essence

of nothing and emptiness.

Feel!

That despair is a never ending fight

until the world

completely recognises itself

in the One

and Only

True Light.

Until then,

shouting and bargaining will prevail,

until the voices fail.

Until then,

her laughter echoes.

Laughter that never sings what is true and right

only mouthed “death” as the purpose of life.

Until then,

true compassion

rewarded with great applause

will only be a useless epitaph

whose words and naked facts

speak in mocking scorn—“tough”.

The price is unpayable

to live in Laughing Mama's rent-free bed.

Refusing to recognise

that every room

is just an empty space

filled

with a futile striving gaze.

Just a playground behind a thick ego fence,

to feel pity forall poor “others” existence.

To indulge in the cult of control,

celebrating our own ego throne

of wallet and science

united in a cultic-religious alliance.

But anyone

who just for a moment

hears the peals of Laughing Mama cries

and

looks out the window ego I

knows

that this world

is a lie and a rot

and clicks moment to moment

like a simple-minded bot.

The world of Laughing Mama doesn't give a shit

about our philosophy and hopes and tacky self-possession.

Her relentless cruelty

knows no end,

but she dispels herself

with her empty lies and bare wisdom shelves.

Do we want to hear her lesson

in the laughing

crashing house?

Do we want to see

our own daily horror and obscene applause?

Do we want face the world with the bounding pulse,

Transcending the stark realities

filled with sorrow and inevitable pain?

Do we want to hear the call of Reality Itself

in every heart beat

renouncing the love-story-addiction

as our only tweet?

No more looking back,

no more astonishment.

No more funeral elegies

tormented by the beloved bleached bones.

No more veiling sobs

before God andwalls.

No more hero worship,

nor any grieving calls.

No more love poems

to inspire the heart.

No more glorious sunsets

to sweeten the lonely night beds.

No more righteousness

about meanings and purposes,

which only covers up the brutal weakness.

Nothing will ever set us free

from having to pay the price.

Nothing can prevent

our bare ass

from getting into trouble,

when the Laughing Mama

stands naked before us—one day.

By then

no whining and crying will matter,

no good deeds or bravery or mere hopefulness.

By then

the very last question arises

as to whether

we understand

the final pop up message

renouncing the illusory sense

of life and death

and all self-console passage.

To linger there

Forever!

In unknowingness,

where these sobering insights

are written on the ground of naked only truths:

Nothing is marked by love

except for the unconditional love

that agonizes and unconditionally loves.

Demystified in the sight of

a world laughing itself to death.

To ultimately overcome the fear of mortal destiny,

illuminating the True Being Breath.

To emerge

Bright—in the Source of Being

as the unshakable Radiant Love-Embrace.

Self-Existing Only,

Always Already The Case.

And the laughter fades away,

as if Laughing Mama never existed.

Just a ridiculous projection

of thenever ending burlesque,

the mummery stage of “I”.

If you see Turaga Dau Loloma—Recognise Him

“Aham Da Asmi. Beloved, I Am Da.“

Turaga Dau Loloma, Avatar Adi Da

Ratu Gus was walking with his brother Tacingu along the beach of an ebbing lagoon called “Nukubalavu”. It was not to be the last life the two brothers would spend on the shores of the Pacific Fiji Islands.

Ratu Gus carried the ONE world within him. This ONE world into which, paradoxically, he was also born. Once again—like dozens of times before, at this ONE world, which only for the egocentric eye stretched out as a rainbow in a Milky Way illuminating itself.

Its refractions of light in the Cosmic Mandala drew everyone's attention with their fascinating colours of an arbitrary kaleidoscope, which captivated and fixed the focus of the viewer.

A perpetual play of light and shadow, of apparent comings and goings, of ebb and flow, of life and death. Gus was thrown into this ONE world again and again, into an oceanic place where many different cultures, languages and ways of life were to mingle in the smallest of spaces.

His skin and his thinking were currently neither black nor white. His body-mind had taken root in countless cultures from the very beginning. His sensual, breathing skin was wrapped around a young, male body at the present moment at the seemingly end of the world. His spirit rested both in the tradition and culture of the indigenous peoples and in the modernity of the palefaces. All of these perspectives and horizons took place within him at the same time, no matter what outward form or gender he assumed.

His existence was characterised by service in Reality, by devotion to the ONE, by finding himself in everything—a unique gift from the Siddha-World. Right now, in the rays of the tropical midday sun, in this ONE, ever-present life, his skin appeared very brown—not as dark as Tacingu's skin—but still an exotic tropical touch that embraced and protected him, and not just from the relentless tropical heat.

With every step, his brimming, bright spirit rested in the warm sands of the lagoon, in the Prior Unity of the Pacific-radiant blue, while his eyes wandered along the infinite horizon—his only true home.

His penetrating, face-painting and engaging laugh was the kind, overflowing love of his indigenous mother. Like the embracing arm of his brother, she had wrapped herself around his whole life as an everlasting companion.

In this life, the sound of Ratu Gus' voice was European. Like the distant sound of a cargo ship, still invisible beyond the lagoon, announcing its imminent arrival at the waiting pier and extending the ONE world beyond the lagoon—seemingly into infinity. The deep, penetrating sound of the ship's horn sounded three times to the two eternal brothers. A wind-driven melody of longing, which his European father had laid in his cradle and which had often carried Ratu Gus across the oceans of this world. He felt at home everywhere. In everywhere. In being alone. Always had. Even if this lagoon was his actual DA-home. This fundamental feeling of oneness with the ONE, with the one, single Reality that guided and directed him, that he always carried within himself—life after life, incarnation after incarnation—turned his wheel of fate incessantly. He knew, without being able to know it, without being able to present any real evidence in this dual material world, that he had only to follow the path of the heart—the undoubted call of his Heart-Master. This boundless feeling and “seeing” obedience to the ONE and Only One manifested life after life in his eternal relationship with his Heart-Master, Turaga Dau Loloma Vunirarama.

In various forms and names, over periods of eons, his Heart-Master had appeared in the Cosmic Mandala mostly unrecognised, through the ceaseless stream of apparent times. The Heart-Master prepared His first and last and perfect incarnation as the Ruchira Buddha, the Ruchira Avatar Adi Da, the Turaga Dau Loloma Vunirarama, the Revelation and Manifestation and Dharma of the seventh stage of life. He Self-Emerged in this ONE Life—which was imminent—in the perfect moment of His Everlasting and Indestructible, Transcendental Spiritual Presence, in His Divine Avataric bodily-human form, as the Truth Itself, the Divine Person, the Maha Purusha, the Da Avatar, to be fully perceived and truly recognised as the Promised God-Man—by all! An incomprehensible event that was to establish His Perfect Dharma and His Perfect Maha Siddhi.

Since infinite times, the Divine Person had been waiting for this moment to give everyone the unique process and Wisdom Teachings of Perfect Realisation and everlasting Love-Bliss.

Only this ONE process served Ratu Gus, served his every breath. Served every wheel of destiny of a life given. Even though he could not know that this place, which he wandered up and down endlessly in the lagoon with his brother, would one day be chosen as the “Maha Siddha Loka” of the Heart-Master Turaga Dau Loloma Vunirarama. This place, this Island was waiting for the ONE—since time immemorial—and Ratu Gus gave his entire present life to this Island at the end of the world—to his Heart-Master.

He waited.

He contemplated.

He felt this uniqueness of the Island.

He waited.

He would gaze out over the bright turquoise lagoon until the end of his days and simply wait.

Ratu Gus' previous lives had never been just “his destiny”. He had never lived “his” life, his self-fulfilment, his career, his material or spiritual dreams, no matter how many lives he had passed through. It seemed to him a completely absurd endeavour to strive for the perhaps fine or poisoned fruits of Karma and to seek or find fulfilment in them. The prayers and wishes for himself that he sent out into the cosmos from time to time with innocence, devotion and earnestness؅—utterly useless and pointless! He could not even rely on the foresighted planets in the sky. The Heart-Master alone ruled, manifested and directed his incarnations. Only the Divine Avataric Self-Emergence of the Turaga Dau Loloma mattered and the conditions and events necessary for it. Only the absolute, self-evident, inherently and always already Self-Existing Truth counted. He lived only the servant life of the ONE, for the ONE, in the ONE. He served the life of the one Truth, which always let bright and purifying flames blaze in an eternal fire to the seventh heaven—beyond apparent death and beyond apparent life.

Ratu Gus had always been the servant of his Heart-Master and would forever remain so until the final moment of the final translation of the entire Cosmic Mandala into the Divine Spherical Self-Domain.

That was his vow and his commitment. Only serving in the ONE single truth, at the feet of the Heart-Master Turaga Dau Loloma, made him live and love. It had also swept him up here at the end of the world on a paradisiacal South Sea beach. And in the next life, it would also cast him up as flotsam on the shores of this chosen Island.

But who understands this completely crazy and ecstatic life in Reality Itself? Who can make even the faintest sense of the fact that only this Divine Bright Self-Domain exists from which all manifestations of the cosmos arise and disappear as modifications, unnecessary and without any meaning, in the ONE single Reality? Who understands that all Masters send out their servants? They draw them into their time and space through their incarnation.

Who comprehends that these relationships are inseparable and bound together for all eternity by an everlasting, indestructible, Transcendental Spiritual, all-outshining thread?

Servants whose very breath of life is the Masters themselves. Servants who pass through all conceivable underworlds for their Masters, whose destiny determines the Siddha-World, because their eternal love occurs beyond the cosmic stream of fate.

Who wants to hear about, read about and recognise this world, the eternal act of ecstatic