Sarvesham svastir bhavandu

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She looked around. She tried to let everything sink in.

“No” A voice said. “Let it be”; not everything is to be caught, captured. Capture only what your heart loves you to.

She still had those beautiful, colourful wings. Her nimble legs were intact. Her sensitive antennae were ever so delicate. She was still whole.

Whole? No. She was on her way to being. She had to lose all those, her wings, her legs, her antennae, everything, before she became whole.

The sun shone on her. Bestowed her with all his energy. She smiled at him, and took in a little. There was no longer an overwhelming sense of joy. Suddenly a strong gush of wind ruffled her wings, caressed her, and treacherously threw her into a gale. Dull rain and fierce thunder pressed on sorrow. The smile slipped off her many-faceted face, but sadness could not grasp her slippery soul.  She was then lifted into a realm of dreaminess, and there she saw her parents, whom she had never seen, but always loved, dying, over and over again, as if a reel of film was stuck and was replaying itself.  No longer, please. And with a heave, she pushed the realm away. But depression had not been able to grip her either.

She was on her way. On Her Way.

Strong sounds echoed. Stark lights flashed. Strong tastes, strong smells, heaves and blows.  ”You are on Your Way” Somewhere, someone said “Now let go”.

She opened her many eyes and looked over her wings. Her colourful, nuanced, beautiful wings. No! She couldn’t let go of those, could she? No, no, no.. Yes.. She must.. Maybe not now, but she has to, she will. But what about the elixiric tranquilising flower nectar? Yes.. She will.. Its hard, but she will.

She let out a delicate sigh. Its a long way. Lets keep at it. And she let the winds take her, ruffling her wings, the sun shine on her, making her glow, the air, the water, tasting, sounding, gushing her ears… Let it be… She let her body flow, form arcs, beside her..

Aum
Asato mā sad gamaya
Tamaso mā jyotir gamaya
Mṛtyormā amṛtam gamaya
Aum śānti śānti śāntiḥ

Stupids of the world unite

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human – adj. the characteristic of humanity

humanity – n. redif. the quality of being capable of, and displaying, insane amounts of stupidity

I imagined that humanity was going through a dark phase, a phase of no knowledge, also known in Vedic mythology as kaliyug, after reading and seeing more of the global warming debates. But this latest bit by Mr Pat Robertson has proved that yon ancient sages who wrote the Vedas really knew their stuff (its also probably got Jesus hitting the panic button somewhere…)

http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/01/13/haiti.pat.robertson/index.html

Needless to say, my response to Mr Rev Pat has already been articulated by davegkb at The Guardian. I do not agree with him when he says earthquakes are not created by God, by I do believe that the general sentiment of his comment is well worthy of the context. Quoted below:

Pat Robertson is gonna be dissappointed when he dies and goes into the carbon cycle rather than heaven.

A moment.

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Of prayer, of hope, of wishes, to the land and people of Haiti.

Please.

If you believe in God, then please pray.

If you are a strong rationalist, then please read on neotics, and wish the best for Haiti.

The end

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… of Witness Times, until further notice. Thank you for touring along.

All I request of you, is to not ask why.

Peace. Om.

UPDATE 15.01.2010

Aaaaand Witness Times is back in business. For very many reasons, but the most powerful being -

  1. Love required in Haiti. Now.
  2. Humanity’s stupidity is quite overwhelming. I need a break.
  3. I said to a soul-sharer “I’ll restart Witness Times only if something powerful happens, which makes me review my decision.”, and that soul replied “Something powerful has happened. I’m asking you to.”.
  4. I’m sure that I’ll require lessons in humility, in future. I’ll have to force humility upon myself from time to time by feeling what kind of a person I was earlier.

Random deviation

If I was asked, like they do in talk shows and sleazy radio programmes “If you were Prime Minister… blah blah blah” “If you were allowed 3 wishes, blah blah”, what would I like to scream out if I was allowed one generalisation (in spite of my being against generalisations), I would love to scream out “Ammmerrricaaaaaaaa! You suck to the core!”
(read the inspiration for this wish on my later post “Stupid of the world unite“)

Om Namo…

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The butterfly whispered to the flower with her legs. Her wings created tremulous loops of wind around her. The sunlight fell on her radiant, nuanced wings. The gradients glowed with infinite power and energy. She could see the clouds part, the sun shine. Each time her wing clapped, the transient shadow fell lightly across the bright yellow petal. (a dew glistened, proudly reflecting the beautiful world around him, hanging lightly on the edge, quite close to his final seconds)

She felt the sun shine, the wind blow, the dew drop happy, the flower, ready, the world smiling, the universe loving.

She looked around. She waved her magic wands in the air. She waved a salute with her right front leg. She glanced, saw, and loved the world. She thought. Should she keep, or should she move on? The world is beautiful, but light awaits.

She made her choice. Lightly sighing, she settled deeper into the cozy flower. She bent her feet, closed her eyes, and in silent affection, hugged and loved the yellowness. She smiled. Her legs relaxed. Her face, her antennae, her wings… She kissed the flower..

In one fluid motion, she pushed away, eyes still closed, love reflecting in them through its blindness, the smile still on her face, heaving, effortlessly, into love, into light, into life.

She sighed into the air. The wind caught her. And world hugged her. The universe loved her. And on her way, she went.

Peace.

Om.

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