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Monday, December 17, 2012

And He Walked On Water..

Alif and Abu were wandering in the deserts of Persia. Ever since their Wali took off from his worldly sojourn. They desired being out in the open with the existence to feel the presence of their divine Wali in the desert air and shifting dunes. It gave their inner being immense peace and oneness to feel the resonance of the distant winds rotating over the untouched pristine landscape.


Alif was a recent disciple compared to Abu who had been serving their master all his life. He was an orphaned boy who was found in a city dump of Basra by Wali. He felt pity for the helpless infant and decided to give him the biggest joy a human being can experience, the joy of oneness with the Creator.

Abu learned about devotion, surrender and non-doing as pathways to God. When he was reaching his youth he came across Alif, an eight year old orphan and a petty thief. He snatched food and money from regular buyers in the bazaar. They knew its the little boy who lives under the debris of an abandoned house. They would forgive him and pray to God to have mercy on the lonely child. One day he snatched bread from Abu's hands and swiftly disappeared in a crowded narrow lane.

Abu was disappointed that his Wali would go without food today. He reached home with a heavy heart to find his Pir smiling knowingly at him. Before he could explain himself, Pir stopped him with a wave of his hand and explained in a soft kind voice. "Abu my son, you should be happy today you met your brother. He will come and meet you  shortly make sure you teach him everything I taught you, in time".Minutes later there was a knock on the door Pir opened it to find Alif standing there he was holding the broken end of kite string that has landed into the Pir's veranda.


Pir smiled mischievously and said "Abu, your brother Alif  is here to see you.".
From that day onwards Pir's humble abode became a home for two orphan boys. They lived in simplicity and with gratitude for God. Till they grew up and became renowned wandering darvesh's in the region. When Pir was taking his last breaths he told the two darvesh to carry the message of God to the far ends of the desert.


The two set out to fulfill the last wish of their master. The winter was harsh that year but they moved on through cold rocky mountain passes singing of his glory. The chirping birds gave the news of coming spring, they welcomed the summer with same joy. Seasons, food, clothes,external circumstances, everything becomes insignificant when you are drunk with the wine of supreme bliss.
They walked bare foot with minimal clothing, ate almost nothing and slept on worn out blankets, their only possession.


One summer noon, the heat was testing the strength of all forms of life in the desert, The two darvesh
walked on. Unmindful of the scorching wind and blowing sand. Singing the praises for God. Alif after a while, could not sustain his blissful state. He noticed how so very hot it was. The skin of his feet felt scaly and calloused. The cracks on his skin were burning and hurting with unspeakable severity. He started to limp and lag behind Abu who was walking ahead singing, unaware of any heat or the feel of burning coal like earth under their feet. Alif finally gave up and asked Abu to stop.

Abu came out of his high state, and found his brother darvesh in extreme state of pain. Surprised he gave a questioning look.
Alif finally asked, "How do you do this my brother? How do you not feel this unbearable heat, how do u appear as if you are walking on dewy soft grass, when my feet feel singed by this burning earth, How?"
Abu smiled, he said "I choose the love of Almighty over my external circumstances, when I feel the burning sand I think of his love and it feels as if a cool mountain stream is running under my feet filling my senses with the healing cool waters, I feel no pain. It may seem that I am walking in this scorching hot desert but to my being it feels as if I am walking in the middle of a cool mountain stream, that is touching and soothing my feet and ankles, taking away all my pain and tiredness, that is how I experience this desert, I do it in his love. It keeps all of us safe, no matter where we are, what we are doing. Sick or healthy, hungry or full, injured or depressed, fulfilled or empty, no external state can even touch or affect us the same way ever. His love carries you through the toughest storms, scorching deserts, thorny forests...absolutely unaffected and unharmed, just like a rose that blooms amid thorns it still remains fragrant, it still remains a rose." 
When you ask me why do I not feel this heat, its because my being is busy feeling the ecstasy of his presence. I feel nothing unpleasant anymore.I am always protected, I am always in bliss".

Alif bowed his head down in embarrassment; he lamented himself for forgetting this truth so easily,  he  saw droplets of clean cool water on Abu's feet, they still looked soaked in the water of that mystic mountain stream.



Friday, December 7, 2012

The Self-fulfilling Prophecy

In was the year 2012, a super being called Mirdal lived around the earth for 28,000 years. His job was to float around the earth and protect it from the negative forces to break into the shield of the earth and penetrate the weather layers of the earth.

Earth though being one of the oldest and strongest planet was still vulnerable to weather related disturbances because she was not given the protective coat by the father. He simply ran out of gaseous plasma by the time earth was ready to explode into reality.

In a hurry they both decided until the time he can gather enough protective sheath of gas around her atmosphere he will send one of his powerful protecting guardians to save it from any external disturbances that can disrupt its delicate cycle.

The father was not ready for what was to be created from the very womb of the earth. Toxic gases started melting out of her core as soon as she exploded into the real world. Sun and Jupiter were exerting their own heat and gravity to protect her from being destroyed. They balanced her out by Jupiter attracting the noxious gas plumes towards himself and the Sun kept on providing heat to prevent her from freezing.

Father knew that the Saturn is coming in a close brush with his daughter and something had to be done to avoid the nascent planet from destruction by the powerful rays of the Saturn. He sent out one his powerful guardians to the external orbit of the earth to guard the life forms that were emerging on the earth which, would eventually lead to the development of a race that would change the course of evolution of the galaxies and the universe itself.

Mirdal descended from the high layers of galaxy Astrada, 7th degree in alignment with the Supersun to shield the daughter earth. Gaia looked benignly at him and blessed him with powers to protect.As soon as he reached close to the earth he fell in love with her beauty. Her gorgeous green plains, colorful life forms that she was shaping in her dreams were bursting into reality in her external forms.

She was in a suspended state of sleep, unaware of her own beauty and poise. He took a deep breath in admiration and embraced her in his protective field and merged with her existence. As it happened the earth shook violently, mountains and new landforms started emerging, goddess cried tears of joyous yet mighty rivers that traveled through her landscape merging into one big ocean.

The gorgeous young earth took her first beautiful breath and woke up to see her own self. She was pleased and ecstatic.Her laughter resonated through the universe. Attracting beautiful yet powerful beings of light from several universes to herself. Such powerful first seven beings left their seeds on earth to develop.

That was the first step of creation of seven races or super civilization of wise men on earth. Peace and harmony was buzzing in the milky way. Pleased with the progress of her the daughter earth Father was relieved.
He knew that Mirdal is doing his job well. Centuries passed by, the wise seed civilizations left their imprints for the lesser humans to follow and ascend in future. After they left there was a phase of eerie silence on earth. The gods in-charge got worried but Earth surprised them again this time as a grown up woman, healthy and strong her signs showed vitality and maturity.

Her physical body had reached the state of perfection, she yawned and woke up shaking and moving her body in a lazy slow stretch, the earth shook again. The mighty animals moved for shelter but all were buried back into the earth as food for the future life forms to come. The seeds left from the early wise civilizations germinated again on different continents that were created from one giant Pangaea. It ripped open when the young mother earth stretched her physical body.

Several centuries passed by,the races evolved physically, emotionally mentally and scientifically.Father felt reassured that Mirdal is doing his job right. The powerful wise co-creators who contributed in the creation of the earth wanted to test her mettle. Now that the earth had grown up and evolved. His children were even allowed to travel physically out of her own dimensions and explore the other planets in space. The co-creators went to the father and took his permission to test the earth by prodding her to evolve back to the high state where she descended from. At first she slowed down her vibrations to condense and create herself now it would be her test to vibrate herself back to super consciousness.

The earth took a long look at her forefathers and agreed for the test.She started putting seed of her own consciousness into her own life forms. In order for her to vibrate higher the beings living on her had to vibrate high enough to endure the changes. Several ascended beings came  down, took birth and trained other souls, some worked from the etheric realms, some worked as guides to the capable earthly humans and propagated their message.

The stage was set, universe was abuzz with excitement. Everybody was ready for the final evolution of the earth. By now she was becoming middle aged it was time for her spiritual progress. She started to shake and churn to dislodge the stagnation created over the years, clean out the debris of her past and align herself to a new vibration.

Suddenly the time came up for the change in the earths guardians, Mirdal had completed the period assigned to him.The universe got alarmed. The dark forces of the universe had been eyeing an opportunity to take over the prodigal daughter and use her for their evil purposes. It was crucial state. Mirdal was summoned back. He looked helplessly at earth, it was time to let go.

She dropped a tear of helpless separation. But her maturity helped her to brace herself and await the new protector. He was descending with the speed of lightning to replace Mirdal in a non fathomable slice of time in the universe. A change that would take place in a miniscule fraction of time that would expose the earth to all kinds of malignant forces waiting for eons to take over. The dark forces had already used their power to convey their message of doom and destruction to the susceptible humans in-order to weaken their vibrations and find an easy pathway to take control.

When the moment of change came father smiled in radiance. He believed in his daughter. He watched in rapt attention along with other co-creators and stake holders. Non interference was the rule of the game.

In the meantime the spiritual messengers embraced humanity in positivity and high vibration. As Mirdal slowly detached earth's emotions showed outwardly. Her oceans churned with deep pain and the deep buried fire pits blasted in anguish. He was letting go for Artherius to take over.

 Each zillionth part of a nano second felt like an eternity to those who were witnessing. Slowly the limbs detached first and she joined her hands with her new guardian. Then came the vital organs Mirdal retreated and Artherius merged his heart with hers, earth melted in pain of separation while she embraced her new protector.

Then came the mental body, this alignment brought a change in the consciousness of all life forms on earth. They suddenly remembered and yearned for the Creator again. The super consciousness was creating pleasurable ripples around her body now. The shift was almost done, barring one last switch, that was a key that went through the primeval cord of the navel of the protector into the belly of the earth connecting her with the super-conscious life force.

It was the almost the 21st day of December 2012 in the earthly time. Mirdal slowly withdrew the key from the womb of the earth and handed it to the Artherius. The earth became asleep for that zillionth part of a nano second of the inter galactic time.


All the god and goddesses surrounded her to protect her when she goes through the switch. Sun and Jupiter came close to beam their protective energy on her. Saturn watched as a witness on the side. Finally Artherius rolled the celestial key back into the earth and woke her back gently. The mother goddess wept tears of joy and the co-fathers bestowed numerous blessing on the earth. It was moment of celestial celebration.


The earth had succeeded in protecting the course of evolution of the universe.
A tear of purest silvery joy rolled out of the Creator's heart it became a bright blue silvery moon that would accompany the earth in her future journey.

The living beings on the planet had started aligning themselves with the new vibration of the mother earth. Those who could not relate to the vibrations took off to the other pockets of the universe where they can work out their progress slowly and rejoin the rest in their journey back to super-light.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

The Awareness of Unawareness

Shankaranand was a shy old man who spent most of his day in prayers. He was a sanyasi by choice. He ate frugally, lived simply and gave away all the extra income that came to him by his discourses on Brahmgyan (the knowledge of Eternal Light).


One night in his sleep he had dreams of all his loved ones passing away; he repeatedly saw their lifeless forms. He was jolted out of his slumber because of the shock that his being experienced by those dreams. He was disappointed by realizing his own fear of death and fear of separation from his loved ones. He understood that he is still a very attached and lost being.
Shankarand hurriedly wore his dhoti and chaddar and took off to the nearest cremation ground by the bank of the holy river Gandak.


It was the dead of the night; the keeper of the ground was fast asleep in his cottage.
Shankaranand sat next to the three burning pyres by the river. He could hear packs of hyenas laughing sinisterly from the bushes, owls were hooting through the dead stillness, and bats flew past his head repeatedly. The scenario was enough to scare any sane individual but he had seen enough death in his sleep to let any fear move him while he is awake.

He asked the Divine Light to show him the most frightening form of death. A voice boomed in his head and it asked "Shankaranand! Are you sure you can face the dreadful face of the death and fear?"
To which he nodded his head and said yes.
The voice boomed again, "Then open your eyes and see it for yourself."
 

He opened his eyes and saw movement in the burning body of the man right next to him. The half burnt skeletal form moved off the logs of charred wood and got up. The bones were rickety and the flesh was still burning on them. The half burnt body moved slowly towards him. Sankaranand stared at it blankly. As it came close, the actual human face of the dead man trailed around the horrifying apparition like a double image on a mirror.

The apparition finally spoke, "Shankarananad, I am Gangadhar, the village grocer. A few nights ago in my shop I saw rat droppings in the rice container. I cleaned it up thinking that throwing away so much rice would not be profitable for my business. So what if people eat it, they eat such contaminated stuff anyway. I forgot to wash my hand before having dinner at home. Two days later I died of stomach poisoning. My greed took away my life. Now look at me, do I look like I can use those extra coins?"

Shankaranand sighed and did not respond to his question.The apparition fell on the ground and disappeared slowly.


Then he heard the eerie sound of anklets, he saw a very beautiful young girl rising from the ashes of the second body. She wore bride's outfit- red and golden sari and dazzling jewelery. She had a veil on her face and she walked slowly and coyly. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes as she moved closer to him. He looked up again. "She is indeed very beautiful! I wonder what happened to this innocent young girl?", he thought to himself.

She spoke in a haunting low melodious voice. "My husband never came home; I have been waiting from the night of our wedding till today. It has been 30 years. I am still an untouched virgin longing for my mate. I know he ran away with another girl in the village that very night. Yet I waited in hope for the fulfillment of my desire to be a wife, a mother and live the life of a Grahasthin (homemaker).
Look at me-I died, but my desires are keeping me alive and young, now I will find him again and marry him. This time I will make sure that he does not run away on the night of our wedding with someone else."

Shankaranad felt pity for the woman who agonized for a punishingly long period of time for the fulfillment of her desires.



Finally from the last pyre, dark bellowing smoke started rising. Instinctively he was about to cover his nose. As he stopped, he heard loud coughing. A woman rose from her pyre; her lungs were emitting black soot. From her lungs jumped out tiny human skeletons. Thousands of them sprung out, running amok. He looked at her form inquisitively. All those nasty beings were running into a hole of light that pierced open on the other side and her lungs became clearer slowly. As those being jumped  into light he saw something that shocked him. A demonic skeleton being jutted out of her backbone, and grew into her like an attached twin. He spoke through his saw-like demonic teeth, as he hissed and spoke in a hoarse voice. "I am her nemesis. She destroyed my family in her last birth. We decided to come and live in her body, and destroy her this time. Now our vengeance is complete." He hissed demonically and fell back into the ashes.


Shankaranad took a sigh of relief.
Morning was breaking through the darkest hour of the night. He got up and walked slowly towards the Gandak.


As he looked at his own image into the water he thought to himself,
"I, the form of Shankaranand, ran from the fear of attachment and the pain it caused me in my sleep.
Here my awakened self sees the grotesque forms of Greed, Desire, Vengeance and Ego.
I wonder which one is useful in life and which one exists beyond death.
I know now that none of it it useful when I am alive. Nothing sticks to my being when I am dead.
Then why am I feeling it? Why did these dead people feel it? What did they want to know through that emotion?
Did those souls want that experience of suffering caused by those emotions?
Was that the only purpose of their birth?"
He felt sad at the pain caused by the ignorance of those souls.
He was sad at the thought of his own attachment to the physical forms of his loved ones around him?
" If all of them are Divine energies then why am I so attached to their body and appearance?
Is that the Leela/Maya of God that operates through different beings, making us feel attached to the voice, sound, laughter, humor and the way a being creates itself as a unique individual.  
Whether it is Kama (Lust), Krodh (Anger) Lobha (Greed), Ahankar (Ego) or Moh (Attachment).
Would I still fear death if I accepted them as they are without becoming a part of them?
Would I feel pain if I stayed a witness, even if I stood right in the path of the hurricane of these emotions?"

The worst of these emotions is the fear of these emotions. The questions were many and the answer was only one.
Sun rose slowly coloring the dull sky with flames of orange.

He walked slowly feeling the cool morning air on his body. The silence of the earth rising from its slumber soothed him. Sounds of birds chirping filled the morning sky. The heaviness of the night lifted off his heart. He felt a new found joy surging from his being.
He realized that death is a doorway to birth of something new. Sometimes a breakdown is necessary for a breakthrough. Only then one can realize that the true purpose of life is to live it.







Friday, March 30, 2012

Slave of his Past


Alif Sheikh was a heartless , cruel slave trader. He traveled through the length and breadth of the deserts capturing and buying helpless humans and selling them as slaves.

He would huddle them like cattle, sear their flesh and brand them with hot iron. If they tried escaping the mark on their skin meant even more cruel treatment if recaptured alive.

He amassed a lot of wealth by his unholy trade of humans. Until one day he went home to find his otherwise happy and cheerful daughter and wife sitting mournful, with pale faces as if they have seen death. There was no food on the table. His mansion smelled of the stench of rotten flesh. Flies buzzed around the zombie like bodies of his wife and daughter.
He took his sword and left the house with the intent of never returning back. He walked deep into the desert; tired he collapsed on the sand. He understood his past evil deeds have hit him back with a vengeance.

He felt a heavy cloud of remorse hitting him, he looked towards the sky and murmured to God that he knows he is a big sinner and he does not deserve mercy so we wont even dishonor the Almighty by asking for forgiveness.
He collapsed on the dry sands and drifted slowly from his body. When he almost lost consciousness he had a vision of angels. Then one of them spoke to him in a resonant voice, "Alif! Get up! We have a message for you from the almighty. He has forgiven your sins on one condition".

Sheikh interrupted " But a sinner like me does not deserve another chance".
Angel reassured him "You may not be able to forgive yourself but almighty does, he always gives you a second chance, it is up to you to take it and resolve your past errors, We want you to walk to the pool next to the creek, you will find an abandoned infant there, take him home with you, bring him up like your own and all your deeds will be forgiven. When you reach home you will find your home as usual with laughter of your daughter and wife trailing in the corridors and a feast awaiting you on your table". Saying this the apparition melted into the desert air.
Sheikh lifted his heavy heart and body form the sand and paced slowly towards the oasis. When he reached there he found no signs of an infant there, he thought may be the desert sun created a mirage, or his mind was playing tricks on him. He turned away and started to walk back when he heard the ear-piercing wail of an infant floating in a basket, stuck under a big boulder. He hurried to rescue the infant still dazed at the realization that he was not hallucinating.


When he reached home he found his mansion buzzing with life again, as if the hell he witnessed there days ago never happened.
He raised the boy with tremendous love and gratitude. He was a changed man. He gave up his slave trade and traded in gems and jewels. He became the wealthiest Seikh in the region. He decided if God gave him a new life he must impart the same gift to others. The rich Seikh went door to door to find slaves bought them back at whatever price the owners quoted and set them free. He did that for many years.

His son grew up to be a powerful youth. People loved and respected him; he was accepted as the leader of the clan. Together the father and son ran their kingdom.
Seikh died as an old man, with peace in his heart. The unchained souls blessed his heart to be freed of guilt.