Friday 17 June 2016

GANA SATSANG- THE REAL YAGYA

SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.'s photo.

GANA SATSANG- THE REAL YAGYA
“Tell me, Nandi,” asked Bhringi the next morning as he went for his field walk with Nandi.“What kind of God is our Lord?”
“What do you mean, Bhringi?”retorted Nandi.
“I mean, you saw what happened yesterday. That vain Daksha was heaping insults on Shiva, and what did Shiva do in turn? He just turned away…”
“Are you suggesting Shiva was not up to taking on Daksha?” Nandi growled.
“No! Not at all!! I am not that ignorant of our Master! I meant, how does He have so much patience, how can He remain so calm when someone insults Him? Aren’t we mountain warriors? Don’t we have a temper?” asked Bhringi with a childlike innocence.
“Ah, now I see what you mean,” said Nandi in a mellowed tone. “Actually, to be honest, even I lost my temper yesterday. One who loses his temper, often loses control, as our Master has always taught. And yesterday was an example of that: the Master, by remaining composed, showed a mastery, and I, just lost my mind and therefore my control, bull-headed beast that I am!”
“Aw, no you are not,” said Bhringi in literal awe, closing up to Nandi and holding his hand.“You are a loving soul, like an elder brother to all the ganas. It’s okay, even I was losing my temper yesterday, ready to be at your side if a fight ensued, no matter what the consequence.”
“It is not as if Shiva cannot fight,” continued Nandi, pleased at being accorded the status of an elder to all elementals. “Verily, Shiva is the gentlest soul. However, He can also be the most dreadful of all. He is the mightiest warrior these mountains… actually this world, has ever known. No onslaught is powerful enough to even budge Him for more than a moment. On the other hand, none can stand His onslaught. You do know the power that propels His mighty Trisula, do you not?”
“Ah yes, it is like the comet of death itself, hurtling at a being whose time is surely over,” shuddered Bhringhi.
“Yes. That is the power of Shiva, the God of Power itself. He is Shakti Maan, the wielder of Shakti!”
“Then… why… why did He remain so calm? How come He didn’t get into the hurtling mood?” asked Bhringi, again with the same childlike innocence.
“For the same reason, my dear Bhringi, for the same reason: Shakti.”
“I do not quite follow,” said Bhringhi.
“It is Shakti who Herself is Sati. Daksha the haughty does not know this, because of his very attitude of being ‘a know all’.
But Shiva, the Supreme Knower, is, of course, mindful that Sati is His own half, She is Shakti. And Shiva it is, who puts His whole Self into Her respect: He will never stray from that, even if it means a heap of insults from an insolent, ignorant man. That man is the father of His beloved, and that is what lets him go free, from the comet of death or any other terrible fate charging at him.”
“Aw…” said Bhringi again. And smiled as he rested his head on Nandi’s powerful arm, the perfect pillar of brotherhood.“But if Shiva is all, and Shakti is His only better half, then, why then does He need another, why any of us at all in the world manifestation?”asked Bhringi.
“Oh, because the Lord is not only divine, He has a human heart too,” replied Nandi.
“Ah, I see. That is so profound indeed. And when the Lord understands all of us, Our hearts are now a part of His heart, even creatures like us too?”
“Yes. The Lord is a part of all His creation.” replied Nandi, “That is why He understands all creatures with a certain empathy.”
Both Nandi and Bhringhi smiled, it was as if their conversation had made their souls touch its own divinity.

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