O Ya Ra | Ritual of Thunder

Suffering begins with half information.

We do not see the whole, so the mind edits the world. It fills the gaps with guesses, fears, old stories, borrowed beliefs. Then it calls the finished lie “my reality.” The lie multiplies. Each thought becomes proof for the next thought. The loop tightens until the body finally says, enough.

That is when practice starts. Not in theories. Not in spiritual decoration. It starts when you sit with the pain and breathe into it, without running, without making a movie out of it. Breath is the first honest teacher. It does not argue. It does not pretend. It just shows what is here.

Absolute reality is bliss emptiness. Not a blank nothing, but a clear open sky with no owner. Relative reality is layers, names, roles, memories, triggers, desires, deadlines, noise. The mistake is thinking the layers are the truth. Peel them back and you find the same bliss inside the street, inside the stress, inside the storm. The sky was never missing. Only covered.

And here is the hard law: something must happen first. Only then you know it happened. Not before. You cannot truly walk a path through ideas alone. Ideas are neon signs. Life is the road. The path appears when you move. One step. One honest choice. One breath that you actually feel.

Thoughts come after. They are late. They arrive like old tape recorders, replaying what already passed. The mind calls that replay “understanding,” but it is only a copy. It is the echo of a thunder that is no longer here.

What is real is what is alive now.

The breath.
The body.
The moment.

Stay here. Let action rise naturally, like electricity finding its circuit. Do what must be done, cleanly, without extra drama. Then if a thought comes, let it come. If it goes, let it go. Do not build your life on echoes. Build it on direct seeing.

In this cyberpunk age, everyone is overloaded with data and starving for truth. Infinite signals, zero presence. We scroll for meaning, and the algorithm sells us more noise. But liberation is low tech. Sit. Breathe. Feel. See. The most advanced upgrade is attention.

Roar of thunder is not in your head. It is in your aliveness.

Energy, dance over me.
Let creation move through me without karma.

That means: act without grasping. Move without clinging to results. Create without building a new cage called “me.” When you stop feeding the false story, the four maras lose their power: the emotions settle, the identity softens, death becomes honest, temptation becomes obvious. Then the real attainments arrive, not as circus tricks, but as clean activity: pacifying what harms, increasing what heals, guiding what can be guided, cutting what must be cut.

Shunyata does not mean nothing exists. It means nothing exists as a fixed, independent thing with its own sealed essence. Everything is empty of inherent self nature because everything is built from causes, conditions, parts, and labels. That is why emptiness and dependent arising point to the same truth, the Middle Way that avoids both nihilism and solid eternalism.

The mind lives inside a Heads-Up Display, overlays, alerts, identities, threat scans. Shunyata is stepping behind the interface and seeing the code is moving, not owned. When you rest there, the loop loses fuel. Pain is still pain, but it is no longer a prison story. Then action comes clean. Breath, body, now. Thunder without echo.

So be.

Not as an idea.
As a step.
As a breath.
As a life, happening now.

Roar of thunder.
I am the roar of thunder.
Energy, dance over me.