I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter. Trudging through a battlefield of broken dreams and compromise, indecision, my weapon of choice, serves me well in ‘getting by.’ The chair, from which I rule on high, demands the virtue of the Gods, and so I keep well hidden my humanity that hems and haws. Still, my name, although unknown, swells with the pride in which it rocks, as my spine curves from the weight of a kingdom existent in thought.
What does it mean to live and to die, to laugh and to cry, to cherish each other and to walk with pride? We all know that if we are born we must die. Still it doesn’t seem to matter. We continue to act towards each other as if there is no need to appreciate the time that we have together. Moreover we fail to consciously and vigorously search for meaning, if there is any, in this short birth. The Seeker’s Dungeon is where we hide all of the things that make us human on our journey to becoming more than that.
Okay, okay… So, My name is Sreejit Poole and I wholeheartedly admit that, other than Stephen King and song lyrics, reading and writing had no sway over me until after I’d graduated from college. I got my degree in philosophy precisely because it was the only subject that I could live on notes from class alone. I was working full time and volunteering in my free time – well, those are my excuses – really though, I just wasn’t interested in school. But, after graduation, I went back to visit my parents, and, with nothing to do, cracked open one of those leather bound books on my mother’s “classics” shelf. That was the beginning of a new relationship for me.
Soon after that, inspired and believing that I too could create such classics, I started writing myself and completed my first novel, Of Mind Or Matter, which you are welcome to purchase here. Ten years quickly went by working random jobs when, finally I started to write again and decided to release the old novel for public consumption. I started this blog as a way to advertise that book, but as most of my fellow bloggers can attest to, it really doesn’t help much. However, blogging has become a love in and of itself, so I continue just for the fun of it.
In 1990 I met Mata Amritanandamayi, more commonly known as Amma, the Hugging Saint. Since then, my focus has always been an inward search and an outward service. I have lived in Amma’s ashrams since 1994 and presently reside at her headquarters in Amritapuri India. Amma has established an extensive network of charities, schools, and hospitals. Find out more at http://www.embracingtheworld.com.
But The Seeker’s Dungeon is not just my own worldview. It has become a community of lights, or as I like to think of it, many shards of glass reflecting the sun. There is a wide range of experiences and philosophies that you can find on the contributors page. If you are interested in contributing your own voice to the Dungeon, check out the Submissions page, and our current guest posting topic, 365 Days On Living and Dying.
I am also fortunate to have some friends helping to look after the place. These featured writers are:
Alfred Poole is figuring out retirement after a lifetime in social service, including most recently 10 years running the Homelessness Intervention & Block-Grant Administration for the city of Seattle.
Be sure and check out: Death of a New Pair of Shoes
A lover of letters, words, phrases, emotions, beauty, terror, love and hate. Faith writes stories to paint the pictures that only she is seeing.
Check out: In My Veins
I focus much of my attention on watching for and learning the lessons life sends my way. In my Living, Learning and Letting Go blog, I will share my stories and reflections, both past and present. My hope is that we will dialogue with each other about this process called life.
Check out: Tearing at the Fabric of Racism
Once up on a time in a kingdom fa.. Oh sorry not in a kingdom , in some kind of republic or an ex-republic there lived a princes.. oh sorry just a normal girl like any one you may ever knew .. she is not a writer but she likes to write sometimes.
In 1973, my unplanned arrival brought me to the hardened little community of Inglewood, CA, where I found myself floating in a world of violence, infidelity, brokenness and judgment. To my great fortune, I have been deeply blessed to be able to garner from my experiences a considerate outlook regarding others, and the seemingly unconscionable behaviors driven by the world around us. Contrary to popular belief, I am convinced that those most lacking in love, have the greatest capacity for giving it.
Check out: A Reflection on Intentional Living
My story is a long one, but the short version is: I love people who do things, people who hate things, people who love things, and (probably) you.
Check out: Walking with Intent
You can also become a part of The Seeker’s Dungeon Community by adding your voice to the discussion in the comment section. I’d love to hear from you.