Friday, March 2, 2012

Human Rights suffocates spiritual rites

Every living entity has a place and a role to play in the universe. But we can't see all living entities in relation to the whole: Lord Jaggannath. And thus we judge one as higher or lower. It's not my fault. I'm just impure. Those qualified can engage all living entities. Seeing through my material eyes I can't distinguish between who is a Devadasi for Lord Jagannath and who is a prostitute. This is a huge problem in India and Nepal because in the name of "human rights" people are being impeded in practicing spirituality.


The supersoul and universal form of Krishna pervade the universe. Can I or you absolutely say 100% that these girls in this music video are not the greatest Vaishnavas in the universe?


Who am I to judge the quality of their heart by their physical action? And yet, to protect our own nature, because we know that we are not pure and that we need to protect ourselves, we judge. We judge not to hate them. We judge to protect ourself.

What is maya for one living entity is not maya for another because of their realization. The only "one size that fits all" is Krishna. Everything else in this material world is different.


It was in this spirit that Jayananda Prabhu was able to engage all jiva's according to their unique propensity to serve the lord of the Universe (Jagannatha) in creating the chariot to pull the Lord. Is that hillarious or what? Jivas the size of the tip of the hair get to pull the Lord of the Universe? :-)

So then basically, Vaishnavas are the "logistical department" of Krishna's universe, facilitating for every individual's jiva's desire to serve Krishna in their unique way. That is why they are like Kalpa-Vrksha trees. They provide the toys with which the universe loves and plays with Krishna. Vancha kalpa tarubhyas cha... 

The neutral space that is Nepal

Nepal has historically played a role of neutrallity. In the mind of God, all is neutral. You can't try to fake this neutrallity by wielding the weapon of equality and using it like an anti-biotic that kills both good germs and bad germs without any discrimination.


Hinduism is the major religion of Nepal. In the 2001 census, approximately 80.6 percent of the Nepalese people identified themselves as Hindus. Buddhists and Muslims comprised 10.7 and 4.2 percent, respectively. The remainder followed other religions, including Christianity. The national calendar of Nepal, Bikram Sambat (B.S.), is a solar Hindu calendar essentially the same as that widespread in North India as a religious calendar, and is based on Vedic principles of time-keeping.
The geographical distribution of religious groups revealed a preponderance of Hindus, accounting for at least 87 percent of the population in every region. Among the Tibeto-Nepalese, those most influenced by Hinduism were the Magar, Sunwar, and Rai peoples.
Historians and local traditions say that a Hindu sage named "Ne" established himself in the valley of Kathmandu during prehistoric times, and that the word "Nepal" means the place protected ("pala" in Sanskrit) by the sage Ne. He performed religious ceremonies at Teku, the confluence of the Bagmati and Bishnumati rivers.
According to legend he selected a pious cowherd to be the first of the many kings of the Gopala Dynasty. These rulers are said to have ruled Nepal for over 500 years. He selected Bhuktaman to be the first king in the line of the Gopal (Cowherd) Dynasty. The Gopal dynasty ruled for 621 years. Yakshya Gupta was the last king of this dynasty.
According to Skanda Purana, a rishi called "Ne" or "Nemuni" used to live in Himalaya. In the Pashupati Purana, he is mentioned as a saint and a protector. He is said to have practiced penance at the Bagmati and Kesavati rivers and to have taught his doctrines there too
The pennant is an important Hindu flag that is held atop Hindu temples.
It is believed that Lord Vishnu organized for the Nepali people to be given their flag with the sun and moon as emblems on it.
In a Hindu Purana, it is written that it was Lord Shiva who handed the flag to Lord Vishnu, and then Lord Vishnu to Lord Indra, for the purpose for battling demons.
Nepalese royalty, including Lord Buddha have always been viewed as avatars (or incarnations) of god Vishnu.


The national flag of Nepal is the only national flag that is not rectangular
The blue border symbolizes the peace and harmony that has been prevalent in the country since the age of Gautama Buddha, who was born in Nepal. The crimson red color is Nepal's national color, and it indicates the brave spirit of the Nepalese people and is the color of the rhododendron, the country's national flower.
The two triangles symbolize the Himalayan Mountains and represent the two major religions, Hinduism and Buddhism.
The red triangular flag has been a Hindu symbol of victory since the time of Ramayana and Mahabharata. The depiction of celestial bodies represents permanence, the hope that Nepal will last as long as the sun and the moon. The moon symbolizes that the Nepalese are soothing and calm, while the sun symbolizes fierce resolve. The moon also symbolizes the shades and the cool weather of the Himalayas, whereas the sun symbolizes the heat and the high temperature at the lower part (Tarai) of Nepal.

From this article. 

Did the Buddha come to your home in Kathmandu?

Swayambhu Purana is a Buddhist scripture about the origin and development of Kathmandu valley. Swayambhu Purana gives detail of all the Buddhas who came to Kathmandu.

Temple at Swayambu(nath)
Swayambhu, the monkey temple in Kathmandu.

Side view of the monkey temple. 





Above Circle.

Below Triangle.

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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

When will Kali-yuga end?

Vipassana in many ways is how trash is sorted on a water based conveyer belt in a recycling plant. Parts (symbols) are collected. This is how soil gets replenished by not planting in it. P/PC balance so that nutrients are not diminished and are in fact restored.
Since I was not acting perfectly in tune with Krishna's universe, I had to do Vipassana. Without that I was going in chaos. I was not in-tune to the universe around me. I didn't have faith that Krishna is the perfect garbage collector in the Universe.

 
Krishna says:
  • I am the taste of water
  • I am the light of the sun and moon
  • I am the consciousness of living beings
  • Of bodies of water I am the ocean
  • Of sacrifices I am the chanting of the holy names
  • Of immovable things I am the Himalayas
  • Of weapons I am the thunderbolt

What we call disorder or entropy is simply what we don't understand about how the garbage collection of the universe works.
An operating system has a system of garbage collection. The black hole is Krishna's garbage collection system for the universe. It is the anus of the universe. The human body takes the nutrients it needs from one end and passes out what it doesn't need from the other end. The energy traveling from one end and out the other end is detached. It is neutral. Whether that energy is personal or impersonal depends on the source of the energy. Maha-vishnu's energy that maintains the universe passes out of the black hole of the universe as detached as it went in because he is neutral to all that takes place in it.
If you ate a chicken, then the energy is personal. If you breathed air, then the energy is impersonal (unless you believe that there is a Vayu demigod).

What is of the material universe stays in the universe. And what is not of the universe goes back out of the universe and back into the pore of Maha-Vishnu.
The electricity goes into the computer while it is on. And the electricity comes out of the computer as it shuts off. In between is time. Time that is recorded from when the operating system records it and when the operating system stops recording it. This is known as carbon copy.

oḿ pūrṇam adaḥ pūrṇam idaḿ

pūrṇam evāvaśiṣyate
SYNONYMS
oḿ — the Complete Whole; pūrṇam — perfectly complete; adaḥ — that; pūrṇam — perfectly complete; idam — this phenomenal world; pūrṇāt — from the all-perfect; pūrṇam — complete unit; udacyate — is produced; pūrṇasya — of the Complete Whole; pūrṇam — completely, all; ādāya — having been taken away; pūrṇam — the complete balance; eva — even; avaśiṣyate — is remaining.
TRANSLATION
The Personality of Godhead is perfect and complete, and because He is completely perfect, all emanations from Him, such as this phenomenal world, are perfectly equipped as complete wholes. Whatever is produced of the Complete Whole is also complete in itself. Because He is the Complete Whole, even though so many complete units emanate from Him, He remains the complete balance.
PURPORT
The Complete Whole, or the Supreme Absolute Truth, is the complete Personality of Godhead. Realization of impersonal Brahman or of Paramātmā, the Supersoul, is incomplete realization of the Absolute Complete. The Supreme Personality of Godhead is sac-cid-ānanda-vigraha [Bs. 5.1]. Realization of impersonal Brahman is realization of His sat feature, or His aspect of eternity, and Paramātmā realization is realization of His sat and cit features, His aspects of eternity and knowledge. But realization of the Personality of Godhead is realization of all the transcendental features — sat, cit and ānanda, bliss. When one realizes the Supreme Person, he realizes these aspects of the Absolute Truth in their completeness. Vigraha means "form." Thus the Complete Whole is not formless. If He were formless, or if He were less than His creation in any other way, He could not be complete. The Complete Whole must contain everything both within and beyond our experience; otherwise He cannot be complete.
The Complete Whole, the Personality of Godhead, has immense potencies, all of which are as complete as He is. Thus this phenomenal world is also complete in itself. The twenty-four elements of which this material universe is a temporary manifestation are arranged to produce everything necessary for the maintenance and subsistence of this universe. No other unit in the universe need make an extraneous effort to try to maintain the universe. The universe functions on its own time scale, which is fixed by the energy of the Complete Whole, and when that schedule is completed, this temporary manifestation will be annihilated by the complete arrangement of the Complete Whole.
All facilities are given to the small complete units (namely the living beings) to enable them to realize the Complete Whole. All forms of incompleteness are experienced due to incomplete knowledge of the Complete Whole. The human form of life is a complete manifestation of the consciousness of the living being, and it is obtained after evolving through 8,400,000 species of life in the cycle of birth and death. If in this human life of full consciousness the living entity does not realize his completeness in relation to the Complete Whole, he loses the chance to realize his completeness and is again put into the evolutionary cycle by the law of material nature.
Because we do not know that there is a complete arrangement in nature for our maintenance, we make efforts to utilize the resources of nature to create a so-called complete life of sense enjoyment. Because the living entity cannot enjoy the life of the senses without being dovetailed with the Complete Whole, the misleading life of sense enjoyment is illusion. The hand of a body is a complete unit only as long as it is attached to the complete body. When the hand is severed from the body, it may appear like a hand, but it actually has none of the potencies of a hand. Similarly, living beings are part and parcel of the Complete Whole, and if they are severed from the Complete Whole, the illusory representation of completeness cannot fully satisfy them.
The completeness of human life can be realized only when one engages in the service of the Complete Whole. All services in this world — whether social, political, communal, international or even interplanetary — will remain incomplete until they are dovetailed with the Complete Whole. When everything is dovetailed with the Complete Whole, the attached parts and parcels also become complete in themselves.
From this link

Criminal Operating System

In my school library I was using a computer. I fired up the computer. I typed up my paper. I had saved the paper in the My Documents folder of the computer. It took me about an hour or so when I typed up this paper. Finally, happy with how I'd done the paper, I went to press the print button. Weirdly enough when I went to print, and hit print, Windows decided to shut down. It was the weirdest thing in the world.

The librarian was in front of me and she saw my look of horror as the computer shut down.

"Well at least I saved it on the hard-drive," I said.

She said, "I, uh, don't know how to tell you this but the computer completely cleans out the hard-drive every time it does a hard-reboot of the system. There is not going to be any trace or evidence that you had typed a paper in that computer."

So the question comes up, if the only way to prove that I had typed my paper was to dust the keyboard and mouse on that computer, could I in fact, prove in anyway that I had typed my paper? The damned operating system had a brand new birth every time it rebooted. It was like it was born with a brand new body every time it was born. There was no trace that anyone did anything on that damned operating system while the computer was on.

When does a crime become a crime?

In going environmentally green, people talk about being carbon neutral.

It made me question: "When does a crime become a crime?"

I was watching this show: My name is Earl.
"You know the kind of guy who does nothing but bad things and then wonders why his life sucks? Well, that was me. Every time something good happened to me, something bad was always waiting round the corner: karma. That's when I realized that I had to change, so I made a list of everything bad I've ever done and one by one I'm gonna make up for all my mistakes. I'm just trying to be a better person. My name is Earl."
 I got that quote from the above wikipedia site.

Earl did a bunch of "bad acts" hurting people. But before he finishes his life is trying to do an 'equal and opposite reaction to his actions.' By that equal and opposite reaction to his actions that he is trying to do, he is trying to cancel out his previous actions that he considered to be bad.

Now quite personally, I don't think that is possible to do. I don't think anyone is perfect enough to be able to reverse every impact of their actions from birth so that they end up 'karmicly neutral' so to say. I think that would be impossible.
Software has a system of "garbage collection." But the Butterfly effect is just way too sensitive for a human being to be a "garbage collector" of their own karma in such a perfect way that they come out of the other end karmicly neutral. 
The air we breathe in and the gases we let out are killing living entities as you read these words. One living entities food is another living entities poison. One living entities excrement is another living entities food. Such is the universe.

But the question still remains: If you performed the perfect crime, but then you realized your mistake and there was a theoretical possibility that you could go back and leave everything intact the way you found it before you did the crime, would you be karmicly neutral?
Could you go as far as to say that you didn't act at all since there is no trace of your actions in the universe? It hasn't been recorded anywhere. No DNA evidence. Not an electron on an atom out of place. That would be a perfect "noise cancellation" device.

So if such a device existed for perfect "noise cancellation" of our impact in reality, have you still performed a crime? In whose book would you have performed the crime? Who is going to judge you?

Now let's make this question more interesting. I was listening to this song that a friend sent me:

Let us pretend that you are super-man. That you are aware of every twitch and impact that you made while acting. And let's say that I challenged you. I tell you that you have 24 hours. And in 24 hours you have the power to help the world. Naturally, the side effect of you helping some will be that you will hurt others. This is the equal and opposite effect of the Butterfly Effect. And let's say that because you had these awesome powers, you could be aware of every impact you made in the universe and could reverse it. Let us say that you spent 18 hours of your day (you're Super-man so I'll pretend you don't even sleep and don't have to consider any body maintenance) acting. And then you spent 6 hours doing "garbage collection" work cleaning up your action.

If super-man was that perfect, could anyone ever justifiably suggest that he did a crime? Forget crime. Could anyone justifiably make the argument that he acted at all? I don't feel like they could.

That would be like blowing the bubble or cloud of a dream in your mind while you sleep to only suck it back in you when you wake up. If you don't remember your dream, what records your dream? So have you dreamt at all? Where would you go to even find a trace of this dream?

How would you prove that "You had a dream?"

Who is the Loser now?

By Prajwal Kafle

It was in his eyes. He had so much to prove, so much to show, so much eagerness. It hurt me to watch him. It was uncomfortable watching the hunger of someone who felt denied his birth right.  I feared for him. If he didn’t get proper guidance, I could see that this kid was going to burn himself in the hatred of the fire that he had for the people who hurt him. I felt sad for him. I wanted to bend over and give him a hug. From behind the tree that I had been watching him for three days, I looked at him again. But I did not let my sentiments fool me. I could see that underneath the soft exterior and child-like features of this youth rumbled the emerging muscles of a man whose dawn had not arrived. A power bristled within the skin of this boy that the world would not forget too soon.

From my talk three days ago I could feel the scar across his soul where he was wronged. Nothing but restoring himself to his birthright would set things straight. That was a tall order. Many armies had been destroyed in order for Dhruva’s father to secure the empire that he sat upon. No small feat was going to make that empire change hands.

This was something that would be tough enough for a grown man to dream of, what to speak of achieve? And here was a mere child, of age five, wanting to lift a boulder when his hands could barely wrap around a large stone. Many a boy dreams of doing a grown man’s deeds before his time has come. But the determination of a child acting as a man and asking to be respected as one too…well, now there’s something you don’t see everyday.

This is what had gotten my attention. Of course my friends in Naimisharanya ashram wouldn’t bat an eye if they heard that. ‘That’s the problem,’ they would say. ‘Too many things arouse your curiosity, Narada. Take a vacation.’ I only smile at their words. Curiosity, is my nature. I fly around picking up the interesting events of the universe as I admire the Lord’s creation. ‘Someone has to,’ I shrug to them and smile. My friends only shake their heads looking at me affectionately. They know I’ll never change.

Pursuing my latest interest, I had prickled a boy who turned out to be more of a man than I had initially given him credit for. I wanted to see what he was really made of. So I tried to make him dance and sing a bit. And even while I did poke and prod him with my words, a certain peculiar fear went up within me. I smiled to myself uncomfortably.

When a person with nothing seeks the impossible, it is amusing indeed. But when I see that this kid is serious and is ready to do whatever it takes to make his dream a reality, a different emotion grabbed me. It was then that I bowed to his determination.

I slowly walked out of the trees that I had been hiding for the last few days and moved towards Dhruva. His eyes were closed. It was obvious he was in deep meditation.

“Dhruva, perhaps I know a few things about worshipping Vishnu. Why don’t you give me a chance. I may be able to teach you a few things that might come useful to you in your quest…”

Dhruva’s eyes opened slowly. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight streaming down where I was standing underneath the thick canopy of leaves and branches. His eyes changed in recognition as he seemed to slowly take in what I said.

“Oh, so now you know how to reach Vishnu? What happened?” He slowly said. His eyes looked sullen.

Though I nodded, I had caught the sarcasm in his voice and so stayed silent.

“But just a few days ago you were telling me to go home. You told me that I was a mere kid and had no business being in the jungle. You were making fun of me that my soft palms were like a girl’s. You thought my limbs were meant for the plushness of opulent sofas, not for the harshness of the bark of tree trunks. Those are not words of a friend,” Dhruva said. “And now, you…you want me to listen and take instructions from you? You expect me to believe you?”

My face softened as I attempted a smile of neutrality. I blinked several times while observing the rage in the face of this Chhetri boy.

Slowly I spoke in my softest voice, “I needed to know you were serious Dhruva. And for the last few days I have been watching you from behind the trees over there.” I pointed. Dhruva looked in the direction I was pointing. His eyes were blank.

“Why did you make fun of me then?” Dhruva said.

“Finding Vishnu is not a small thing, Dhruva. Grownups smash their head and destroy their lives searching for him. Look at you. Judging by the jewels and ornaments around your neck and arms, you look like a play boy. You’re decked up in the latest fashion. It is hard to take you seriously as someone eager to find God. You look like someone who is ready to go to a party. I wanted to put a couple of sweets in your hands and tell you to go home. When I saw you the other day it was hard for me to believe that you truly were capable…that you had what it took. Those who take up tasks in anger and angst generally give it up once the burn of the emotion has lost ground. I thought you would whimper away at the roughness of the jungle after a few hours of being out here. I expected you to tuck the pleat of your dhoti between your legs and waddle back to your father’s palace.”

“I do not waddle!” Dhruva’s voice echoed through the forest as he pointed his shaking fore finger at me. Winged creatures from surrounding trees took flight. Dhruva’s eyes looked murderous. “And I will never…never go back to my father’s palace as long as she…my step-mother is there. You hear me? Never.” Dhruva’s five year-old chest heaved up and down as he breathed hot air through his nostrils. His eyes were reddish. “Only Vishnu can help me. I will go back there when Lord Vishnu will help get me what is mine.”

“I realize that now Dhruva. Perhaps it took me a while to understand how you truly felt.” I paused. “We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. I’m not that bad of a person. Maybe I can try again. Will you give me another chance?”

Dhruva watched me without a care.

“My name is Narada. Perhaps you have heard of me?”

Color came to Dhruva’s eyes as his voice softened. “The sage….Narada?”

I closed both my eyes and nodded once.

“But you…what are you doing here in this jungle out here in nowhere?” Dhruva asked.

I smiled, “Oh prince, I suppose I could ask you the same thing. But life takes us to places we least expect. And that is what makes life interesting, wouldn’t you say? I myself do not know where I will find myself next. The breeze of the Lord’s will carries me to strange and distant places. Narayana, Narayana.”

Dhruva, unfolded his legs from the base of the peepal tree that he was sitting under. He brushed some fallen leaves that were stuck to his dhoti as he stood up trying to make himself presentable. He walked towards me and crumbled to the ground in prostration.

“I’m sorry if I insulted you, sage Narada,” Dhruva’s tearful voice said. “I only wanted to find Vishnu. Everybody that I asked since I left the palace has made fun of me. I am seen as the deprived prince. In the eyes of the public, I am a loser…” Dhruva’s sobs increased into a throaty cry. A wailing tune emerged from his lungs as he cried into the leaves on the ground in front of my feet.

My vina slung around my shoulder swung to the left as I reached down to pick him up. I wrapped my right hand around the shoulder of the trembling prince and massaged it gently. “It is alright, Oh Prince. You did not offend me. I am not offended that easily. For a trouble maker like me who enjoys teasing and prodding other people with my mischief, getting offended easily would be a bad career move. Don’t you think?”

Dhruva managed to release a reluctant gasp of chuckle between his sobs.

“Wipe away those tears and come with me, Oh Prince. If you are truly serious about your quest then there is much work to be done. There is little time to be absorbed in self-lamentation for those who truly seek the lotus feet of Vishnu.”

Dhruva dragged the back of his hand across his tear creased cheeks. A dark smudge etched on the side of his head.

I stood up and looked around me. My mind went through all the arrangements that needed to be made. Strumming my vina, always helped me to think. I started to hum, “Narayana, Narayana,” as I looked around me.

This was a good spot in the sense that it was far away from any villages. The boy would not be disturbed by any hunter or woman gathering fire wood for the kitchen. That left only the wild animals. Only Lord Vishnu seeing the sincerity in Dhruva’s heart could save him from those.

“Narayana, Narayana,” I sang, as the fingers on the strings of my vina plucked out a familiar tune.

I made an assessment of the list of mantras and slokas that I needed to impart to him. Ultimately all these were just rituals. They were simply mediums and disciplines to exercise the heart. The sages know that the heart, whether physically or emotionally, cannot be exercised directly. To exercise the heart physically, the largest muscles in the body must be exercised, and then when the heart pumps blood, the heart is exercised. Those who teach astanga-yoga are well versed in this science.

Similarily, the spiritual heart also cannot be exercised directly. This is where the mantras and slokas came in. By exercising our lips and wrapping our tongue and our minds around these mantras, we tune our spiritual heart. It is this tune, perfected to the proper pitch that enters into the conch-like ears of Lord Vishnu once it has attained a certain frequency. It is the sound of this music played in different melodies by the expert artisan that  pleases Vishnu. This is the art of bhakti. It was this that I needed to explain to Dhruva. I wondered how long it would take to convey these ideas to this five year old when most adults can barely grasp the subtleties of this science.



I abide by my own ethical standards. In my career so far I have not walked away from someone sincerely looking for Vishnu even if they have been in an animal body. What to speak of someone in a human body? The fact that he was in a child’s body was irrelevant as long as Dhruva was sincere. Lord Vishnu does not discriminate on the basis of age, gender, race or any other bodily criteria for those to attain him. My friends in Naimisharanya like to joke saying that Lord Vishnu is an equal opportunity spiritual employer of love. Pure devotion was the only requirement. Being a servant of the Lord, I have taken an unofficial vow to help all those I came across in my travels who sincerely sought the lotus feet of Vishnu. I would spend as much time as Dhruva required for him to be prepared for his quest for Vishnu.

I left Dhruva after two weeks. I was surprised as to how much he picked up. I have gone back to the peepal tree in regular intervals since then. I went 2 months after I left him. I went 6 months after I left him and then after a year. What can I say? I was encouraged in my own devotion to Vishnu seeing that boy’s example. He has sat like a rock in the form that I left him meditating. He looks beautiful. I went close to him and cocked my ear near his body. I can hear the rhythmic hum of the mantra, “Om namo bhagavate Vasudevayah” coming from his gullet. ‘Good boy,’ I said to him mentally. I left shaking my head with a smile. I prayed to Vishnu that Dhruva’s wish be granted soon.

In my friend circles I have a reputation. My friend’s accuse me that I cannot help but gossip when I see things that astound me. ‘Narada,’ they tell me, ‘You are like a giddy teenage girl in the sense that no topic of gossip stays in your stomach for too long. You feel the need to whisper around whatever you see around the universe. Do you know how much trouble you create with your incessantly relaying the business of one person to another?’

What can I say but blush at their teasing words? I am guilty. Should I apologize that all the vibrant colors in the universe fascinate me?

‘Call me shamelessly biased,’ I tell them, not to be outdone, “but I like to take my actions positively. I feel I am simply cross-pollinating the universe with transcendental news.’

My friend’s laugh at my words.

I tell them, ‘What is to happen is in the will of the Lord. Don’t kill the messenger.”

“Well it seems you’ve been ‘messengering’ quite well. Neighborhoods are alive discussing Dhruva’s meditation,” one of the sages in Naimasranya said.

I can understand that. Wherever I go, people want the latest update on Dhruva. “Be patient, be patient,” I tell them. But word has gotten around. Everyone is talking. Parents trying to discipline their stubborn daughters are saying, “If you keep acting naughtily like this, you will never attract a husband like Prince Dhruva. You will end up in the house of a drunkard who is going to beat you. Now go clean your room!”

“How much longer do you think it will be before Dhruva attracts Lord Vishnu’s attention, O’ Narada?” they ask me. I can only weigh down my lower lip and shrug. “That is in His will,” I say, pointing to the sky. Who can order Vishnu around by their terms?

But nevertheless I can feel that something is happening. There is a rattle in the universe at the atomic level. I can feel the vibration of the universe change. There is something in the air. And it is distinct. My friend’s in Naimisharanya confirmed what I was feeling also. They said they could feel it too. If this continues, something was definitely going to happen, and soon. And it wasn’t going to be all good for everyone. This is why there is a sense of excitement in the neighborhoods of the demigods and why there is a bit of shakiness and dread in the houses of the demons. Despite what the politicians in the Maharaj’s courts would like the common man to believe, I’ve always said that any type of change of this sort does not affect all of the people the same way. The cleansing of the universe through a change of consciousness by transcendental vibration scares the day-lights out of some.

‘Mark my words,’ I’ve told everyone.

I went to the place where all of this started, to the palace of Maharaja Uttanapada, Dhruva’s father. His step-wife was busy making arrangements at the palace. I just watched, and for a change, said nothing.

To be continued…

I am an Idiot

Watching this movie: The 3 Idiots made me realize that I was an idiot.

Going through engineering school, I created a big hole in my heart. I used all the energy that I had and all the  power and energy that I had in me to become an engineer, but it wasn't enough. I was attached to the result. I craved it. And I was averse to any other result than the attainment of my goal. I desired the goal of being an engineer that intensely.

I used the book the Seven Habits of Highly Effective people as my orbit to organize myself around the week. I had wound myself very very tightly around this book and around the week. I orbited until I ran out of fuel.

My feelings from a lack of fulfillment of my needs were intense. The more I fueled myself forward the bigger of a vacuum I was creating in my heart. I would come up with all kinds of techniques to motivate myself. And through my austerities I was, unknowingly, creating a deeper and deeper caving in of my heart. The container in my heart was increasing in size. I could feel myself mauling at pieces of soil in my heart. I was scratching it and pulling at it, breaking my nails on the dirt of the soil in my heart. And I was expressing it in pain.  I felt conflicted. I wanted to be an engineer and be accepted by my family so badly. And yet I didn't have the natural talent to become an engineer.
I was sandwiched between two diametric forces. I felt the pressure from both ends. And to relieve myself, I clawed deeper and deeper into my soul. I tried to generate my own fuel, my own alternative energy, since the one that was naturally brought from my karma from previous lives was not enough.

And for a while I was very effective in propelling myself forward on this alternative energy.

In furrowing deeper and deeper I had turned my heart into a black hole of unfulfilled desires. The vacuum became extremely dense. The negative pressure of my caving heart was deafening. It caused me so much pain. Finally I ran out of steam. And I ran out of engineering school, tears streaming down my eyes, in pain.

Then when I took Vyvanse. When Vyvanse came in contact with the black hole in my heart, it was like a union of opposites. The fuel of the methane gas of unfulfilled needs combined with the spark of Vyvanse.
Vyvanse was positive power. The black hole in my heart was negative power. The attraction between the poles was explosive. Economics happened. It was like demand of my unfulfilled needs met the supply of Vyvanse.

Between Vyvanse and the black hole in my heart, fusion happened. I in essence functioned like a magnet with two polar fields. (Don't think that irons and metals are limited in functioning as a magnet. Even ceramic [heated soil] can function as a magnet.)

The dust particles that I identified as objects of my desire slowly snaked into my heart. They entered my heart like sperm enters into the ovum. Except it wasn't just one sperm. Like iron dust attracted to a magnet, these tiny particles filled my heart. My baby was growing. These were particles of all elements. They fused. A planet happened.

And this planet was in momentum to fulfill the desires of that planet. The planet had it's own unique gravitational pull. It was a powerful ego. It sought much. It sought to lord over much. It bolded over others in it's desire for attainment. It steam rolled over bodies in it's lust. It haunted, gassed and laughed and screamed and enjoyed. And then it suffered in ghost like silence. And then it regretted.

This whole up and down process is mentioned in the Bhagavad-gita. And I went through every step of it.


And then slowly, I found out that the planet in my heart would not make me happy. I sought to stuff and cram a larger planet into my heart. I wanted to take over the world. I in essence for a time in my life functioned as a sociopath. I hurt many. I was an uncontrolled projectile of desires. I went out of control. And I crashed. And it hurt like a bitch.

My heart burst into flames. I blazed like the sun. I burned in agony. My body trembled in tremors as hot lava like tears splashed all over my lap. It was like the eruption of hot ejaculated fluids from deep within my soul. The volcanic eruption of disrupted desires. I melted in my own regret and became an even more morose ball of dejection than before I went to engineering school.

I see many parallels between the story of Dhruva Maharaj and my life. Both of us were crying, wanting to rule over planets bigger than the ones that our relatives had.
But there are differences between Dhruva Maharaj and myself too. The difference between him and I is that he attained Vishnu. I have not seen the 4-armed form of Vishnu the way Dhruva Maharaj did. But I have had a lot of realizations about the beauty of the wonderfulness of God in my journey. I realized that Allah (God) is indeed akbar (great). 

Both Dhruva Maharaj and I learned that what we initially wanted was far less in quality and quantity than what we received in the end. After attaining Vishnu, Dhruva Maharaj described his wanting to rule over a kingdom greater than his fathers as wanting broken glass (a planet) when what he should have gone for is after the diamond (Vishnu).

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Re-telling of Past-times

My latest thing that I am interested doing is taking pictures of Krishna art and practicing describing the past-times the best that I can in words. But perhaps I need to read the past-times before I think of re-telling them, eh?




I want to practice writing poetry.

There are the 3 modes of nature: Goodness, Passion and Ignorance. And there are the 16 personality types. 16 X 3 = 48. These are the archetypes that I would like to explore in my writing. There is nothing divine in this math. It just makes sense to me. Now how it would manifest in the kind of service I would like to engage in is another question.

Everything in creation has both a subtle and a gross nature. The subtle nature is governed by demigods and dieties in charge of that element. Those are the subtle sciences. The gross nature of the element is governed by the laws of physical nature. And the creatures of this world, whether human or not, are able to utilize the elements of this world to the degree that they are in tune with the laws of nature. There are many different ways to tune into the laws of nature.
Dogs can tune into frequencies unmanifest to humans. Birds flying north can tune into frequencies unmanifest to humans. Similarly, even amongst humans, there are people in tune to aspects of reality unmanifest to others. Such is the conflict of opposites. All these conflict of opposites come together in harmony in the self-realized soul for she sees reality as it is. I say 'she' for the soul, for all individual souls are prakriti (female). Only God is purusha (male). Material nature is female. The spirit soul too is female.

Krishna's original form is spiritual. And on the battle of Kurukshetra, in the same ways, through Krishna's spiritual form, he manifest His universal form made of material elements to Arjuna. This form was wild and ferocious. Arjuna must have seen all 48 archetypes in this form.

Since a spirit-soul is a mini-god in the sense that it is a mini-spirit, it too has a universal form while in this material world. This universal form is the physical manifestation of the living entity based on it's consciousness. As it's subtle body is, it's gross body manifests itself accordingly. As it's subtle body is, it's actions and words are manifest accordingly.

Everything has a first and second creation. The first creation is the quality of your subtle body. And the second body is the emanations from this subtle body. The first creation is always subtle.
Similarily, every living entity has these 48 archetypes within them. In fact, I would argue that every tool or vehicle that a living entity plays with is also manifest in 48 archetypes. Some of these forms are manifest and some of these forms are unmanifest. They are constantly coming to the surface of the ocean and dissolving.  

Sometimes they are manifest for the purpose of creation and sometimes they are manifest for the purpose of dissolution (weapon). Each according to it's nature.

In the eyes of God there is no good or evil for he is the Supreme-neutral. God's manifestation as neutrallity personalified is Shiva--morality and justice personified. Shiva is equal to all. I cannot pretend to be Shiva without gaining his neutrality. And yet I do because I think I am God. I am not God. I will never have the vision of neutrality that He has. I will never be able to perfectly understand the constitutional position of a living entity and his eternal relationship with God. I will never have that power of God. 

Krishna in the Bhagavad-gita says that He is not the doer being unchangeable. So that is the nature of God. He is simply watching his children loving and playing in the play-ground of the universe. This is Maha-Vishnu's dream. He takes this as seriously as we take our dreams at night.

This material world with it's duality is a labyrinth full of contradictory signs. It is easy to get lost in it. There are many ways out of a labyrinth. There are many tools that can be employed to find the way out of a labyrinth. Different living entities might use different means. Means not accessible or available to other living entities. Some might use a compass (a bird), a light (a fire fly), a companion (the guru). Others might use their wings (fly). What is good for one might not be good for the other. This appreciation is the path of the Aghora.

Due to our attachments and aversions, we can view impressions made by our senses, emotions and thoughts on the mirror of the mind like a gypsy views impressions in a crystal ball. This is what we call intuition. Intuition is also in goodness, passion and ignorance. The mind, like every one of the subtle bodies of the self can be used for spiritual life or for Krishna's service. Each one of the subtle bodies is simply a tool.
A mirror is neither good nor bad but is as useful as it is clean. Even warped mirrors can be entertaining. 

Krishna in the Bhagavad-gita says that there is tyaga (sacrifice) in goodness passion and ignorance. Yukta-vairagya is using the tools of God for the pleasure of God. There is a science to be able to use a tool according to the different modes of nature. This is part of the subtle sciences.

Shiva is purusha in this material world. And he manifests his creations with his consort: Shakti or Durga. One has to respect Lord Shiva to be able to utilize his tools and Mother Parvati's energy in Krishna's service in the spirit of yukta-vairagya. We are not powerful enough to utilize the material energy to do anything but bind ourself in material attachment or aversion to it. It takes the electric current of a greater spirit to keep us unclutched to material nature while engaged in doing our spiritual duty in the spirit of Yukta Vairagya. 



name aspect of challenge/capability
Warrior physical
Lover emotional
Magician intellectual
King spiritual/integrative