Summarium de 'Yoga is a mantra' We as a modern Society with all the high material and technological achievements are aware of being as if in the Arca Noae. According to the prominant Western Philosophies this temporality of human beings achieved in the form of Physiological, social, cultural, material and religious gives us a sense of our self esteem. A philosophical thought propounded in 'Yoga is a mantra' based on experience and the metaphysical knowledge discovers the matrix of human Existence, Consciousness and its Conditioning. Methodology used for its deconditioning makes this philosophical thought dissimilis not only to achieve awareness for a healthy life but also makes us compassionate towards each other and above all makes us intellegere in our hearts the presence of the Lord/Dominus the creator of all the existence. A Yogin after attempting the way of yoga and its practices; asanas, pranayama, meditation and insuper the practices of Kashmiri yoga i.e. awakening of Kundalini which deals with the Consciousness 'Shiva' -as a man and 'Shakti' -as an embrio of a beautiful woman. Their cognitio sanctified in the midway between the 'Muladhara chakra' and the 'Sahasrara chakra' is an austerus technique no doubt but only justified by a Brahmin. It is a union different than achieved by the practices of Astanga yoga with the Infinitus. The ascetic technique of Kashmiri yoga is a process of transformation of the human body into a cosmic body in which the energy chakras and the veins play a consderable role profecto it can be experienced though difficult. This is the semita leading to extremus libertas.

The Mediocre Life of Jordan Gaites

By Robin J. McKay

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Copyright © 2012 Robin J. McKay
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ISBN: 978-1-4685-3465-8

Contents

Chapter 1 Old Friends....................................................1Chapter 2 The Circumstances Surrounding Jack's Death.....................18Chapter 3 The Windy City.................................................29Chapter 4 Jack's Associates..............................................46Chapter 5 The Deloreon Mystery...........................................53Chapter 6 Earl Vedder....................................................60Chapter 7 Top-Security...................................................69Chapter 8 Assault Preparations...........................................80Chapter 9 Assault North Cat Cay Island...................................83Chapter 10 Awakening.....................................................98Chapter 11 Home Again....................................................108Chapter 12 Juan's Story..................................................116Chapter 13 No Way Out....................................................124

Chapter One

Old Friends

Our finest crystal adorned the dining room table fitted with the tablecloth my wife Marcy had purchased earlier today. This would only be the second occasion we've had to break out the fine china I got Marcy last year for Christmas. We weren't much for entertaining, and it just never seemed right to use the fine china for just a meal for the two of us. I slowly toured the house to see if there was anything else out of place for this evening's engagement. I've looked forward to this evening for over two weeks now. Jack Lambert, my closest and dearest high school buddy was coming over for dinner. He was attending a cosmetic surgery convention in Los Angeles for the weekend and thought it was an opportune time to catch up. Jack had always excelled in everything he did. What made Jack so special to me was the fact he never relished in his successes. On the other hand, I fired off rockets and flares on those rare occasions that I bested him in some trivial task like flicking bottle caps into a trash can or seeing who could drink a large glass of milk the quickest. Now I had the monumental task of convincing him that I had also been successful in life since our high school graduation 10 years earlier. Much has happened since Jack and I graduated from high school.

After high school Jack went on to graduate from Harvard with honors without even really having a firm plan for his career. Eventually he decided on cosmetic surgery and went on to get his doctorate to become one of the best cosmetic surgeons our country has ever seen. Jack had set up his practice in Chicago and wealthy patients from all over the world came to him for adjustments to their personal appearance. I stayed in touch with Jack via email and while I feigned ignorance on his achievements in our emails, I actually tracked his success with the same intense interest I tracked his achievements in our school days. It was somewhat of a relief that I was no longer in competition with him for popularity though. Even though I was happy for his success I still couldn't help but feel the jealousy that instilled the competition that highlighted our friendship in our youth.

I, on the other hand went into law enforcement right after high school. I had always enjoyed puzzles and brain teasers as a kid, and then became intensely interested in detective movies as I grew older. I always prided myself in being able to identify the guilty person by the clues before the show revealed who the culprit was. Becoming a detective was my dream, so I entered the Los Angeles police academy. I graduated with honors and was well on my way to a brilliant and exciting career in law enforcement. I spent three years walking a beat biding my time while studying for the detective exam. Eventually I got recommended to take the exam and I passed it the first time I took it. This was only the first hurdle to becoming a detective. Detective applications still had to be reviewed by a board and I patiently waited for another three weeks after passing the exam to hear the board results. When the good news came it meant that I would officially become the youngest member of the Los Angeles police force to make detective. But fate can play mean tricks on you. Becoming a detective evidently just wasn't in the cards for me. One unfortunate day six years ago would now change my life forever. It was Friday of my last week on the beat and I would move to my new desk the following Monday. My mind was pre-occupied with how big a change my new position would be when I responded to a silent alarm from the 9th street Wells Fargo bank. I arrived just in time to intercept four bank robbers as they were leaving the bank. A long fierce gun battle ensued. While I was able to keep them pinned down until back-up arrived, I took a shot to the hip and an innocent by- stander was shot and killed by one of the suspects. While unofficially I was considered a hero by my fellow officers, the precinct was forced to condemn my actions based on the death of an innocent bystander and the massive damage done to cars and surrounding businesses from gunfire. Seems the local news stations were comparing me to Dirty Harry leaving death and mayhem all over the city's streets. My wound wasn't bad and I was ready to go back to the precinct in under a week, but I was still given an additional week of administrative leave by my Captain while they completed their internal investigation of my actions. My Captain called me two days prior to my return to work to inform me I had been cleared of any misconduct. He informed me that no punitive actions would be leveled against me. When I returned to the precinct that following week expecting to move into my new detective's position I was called into the Captain's office. I assumed I was going to be briefed on my new assignment and possibly receive a hand shake over my success in breaking up the bank robbery. But instead I was told that I was no longer considered to be detective material. What was even more humiliating was that this was done in the presence of a complete stranger standing next to my Captain. The Captain explained to me that the public would rather I had let the robbers escape if it would have saved the life of that bystander caught in the cross-fire. The Mayor was also concerned with all the gunfire damage to the surrounding businesses which he attributed to my reckless heroism. It seems the Los Angeles police force was again in the media spot-light and politics dictated that the force make an example of me. After delivering this bad news the Captain then introduced me to Mr. Dove standing next to him and then promptly stood up and left his office closing the door behind him. I wondered what part Mr. Dove would play in the department's obligation to make an example out of me. But instead he explained to me that he was not associated with the Police Department and was instead a representative from the CIA. He went on to explain that they were impressed by my detective exam scores. He acknowledged that while the public might not be impressed with the way I handled the bank job, the CIA was more interested in the details of my written report. Mr. Dove said that it was evident from my report that my handling of the situation was more instinctive than procedural. He said I used several tactics not taught in police training to keep four bank robbers at bay for almost 15 minutes until back-up arrived. It seems that the section of the detective exam involving analytical...