GANATANTRA, THE REPUBLIC OF KAILASH
Shiva was the Lord of Tantra, a unique system of weaving together God’s science of manifestation.
He often taught His ganas the tantra, saying, “All of science is merely a notation of God’s art, from the beginning of time! Just like a musician plays his music from a notation, so too, whatever the scientific man discovers, has in fact, already been artistically painted by Mother Nature into the world.” Whatever you see around you, has been given by your mother. All things have come from the same origin, with the intention of love and togetherness and sharing; Thus too, my friends of Kailash, you will form the Ganatantra, the republic of all friends of God, in the spirit of sharing.” He would declare with a leader’s authority.
He often taught His ganas the tantra, saying, “All of science is merely a notation of God’s art, from the beginning of time! Just like a musician plays his music from a notation, so too, whatever the scientific man discovers, has in fact, already been artistically painted by Mother Nature into the world.” Whatever you see around you, has been given by your mother. All things have come from the same origin, with the intention of love and togetherness and sharing; Thus too, my friends of Kailash, you will form the Ganatantra, the republic of all friends of God, in the spirit of sharing.” He would declare with a leader’s authority.
“Ganatantra?” asked the Elementals with eyes wide in awe, much in the childlike spirit that Shiva loved.
“Yes, the circle of the friends and co-wayfarers,” He said. “People sometimes have such ambitious ideas about Republics…” He looked skywards. “That they forget the simplest laws of all. Our weave in this universe begins with our own childhood playmates, our neighbours, our village brothers, kinsmen, and tribe. It is only after we tend to those who are right here in our own reality that we may then talk of bigger things.
So it came to be, that the ganas loved their uncrowned King as their best friend.
“Yes, the circle of the friends and co-wayfarers,” He said. “People sometimes have such ambitious ideas about Republics…” He looked skywards. “That they forget the simplest laws of all. Our weave in this universe begins with our own childhood playmates, our neighbours, our village brothers, kinsmen, and tribe. It is only after we tend to those who are right here in our own reality that we may then talk of bigger things.
So it came to be, that the ganas loved their uncrowned King as their best friend.
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