SHIVA COMES RUNNING FOR HIS BHAKTAS

 

Lord Shiva loves His Bhaktas and His relationships with them. He is always eager to know, how his favourite people have surfaced to their present form in this ocean of manifestation, how are they doing in life. He always wants a recap from the other’s story.
This is because it is Lord Shiva's lila;  In each lifetime, in each story, He enjoyed sitting with His friends, sharing quality time in long conversations. They would exchange anecdotes and talk of the experiences gathered in each other’s absence. It was like filling in the blanks, putting in the pieces that fitted into a mystic Jigsaw. Unfailingly, each time, there would ultimately be that one glorious moment when, while sitting and exchanging their own private worlds and sojourns, the final piece would fit, completing the big picture.
And a silent but supremely powerful Oneness would dawn.
It was called Samadhi.
Samadhi means, to be one with the Adi- the first ( Shiva)
Don't you think it is time for you to have your samadhi?
Call out to Shiva in your own life, call from your heart and the Lord will come running.
Aum Namah Shivaye.
Shail Gulhati is the Author of the books :
SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.
The Yogi and the snake
Shiva Poetry
NAAM ROOP- A Tribute to the Divine
And Life Said.

YASHODA AND SHIVA

 

YASHODA AND SHIVA

“I am but a simple mendicant, come from far, very far indeed, to have a darsana of your child…” implored Shiva.

But Yashoda backed off even more, further alarmed at the yogi’s words. “Take what you want!” she exhorted. “Here… pearls, gold, jewelry… but see my baby, you cannot!”

“Of what use are these to a mendicant?” replied Shiva wistfully. “These are of no use at all in the forests. Please let me have one glimpse of Krishna.”

“Not at all! Go away, please, I say!” Yashoda’s voice had assumed a slightly aggressive tone.

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.

RUDRA- BRAHMA'S MIND BORN SON

 

Suswagatam prithviloka mam putra! Welcome to earth, my son!”

Shiva remembered that  Brahma had spoken those words, at the time of His appearance as a little baby on earth.
He had a tremendous ability to remember most things from the past

His mind raced back to the time when Brahma first lovingly called Him, “Rudra, my son.”
No one knew of Shiva's origin, but out of all the Origin stories, Shiva Himself  felt  more comforted in the ones that listed Brahma as His father.
In one story , Brahma gave Shiva His first name.
That was His prerogative as Father: to name the son.
Brahma had stood up on one leg and prayed to Shiva for a thousand years. When Shiva appeared and asked him to choose a boon, Brahma asked that Shiva should become his son. And the moment He asked Shiva for a boon that He should be born as Brahma’s son; He had named the Son!

Once Shiva had been the formless, nameless, unseen one, but Brahma saw to it that all that changed.
And when it happened, this birth was indeed the miracle of a cosmic timeline.
Now, holding a rueful baby in His paternal clasp, listening to His cries and wails, trying His best to calm Him down, Brahma let out a proud laughter, saying aloud “Rudra.”

“You are Rudra, the wailer, my tiny son. Welcome to the world of manifest beings.”

One of the first sounds He heard, was of admiration.There were thousands who had come to receive Shiva as a little baby.  “Oh! What a nice body He has!” Someone was saying to Brahma. From the corner of His eye, He saw Brahma beam with pride. “ Mam putra! Mam putra! He is my son! MY son!”

The receivers could well have been revellers. They were shouting and kissing Him, cuddling Him, tossing Him amongst themselves, from one to another. The patting and shouting and excitement increased, only to be supplemented by some smothering kisses on His cheeks by ladies who in turn said, “I am His Aunty.”

This was His first ritual. And it was frenzied, this welcome ritual by earthly fathers and mothers and what they were collectively called - Kutumba. One of the mothers started draping Him in some very fine and warm robes. “Our little raja,” she said fondly.

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. by Shail Gulhati

A MARRIAGE MADE IN HEAVEN

 

A MARRIAGE MADE IN HEAVEN

There was frenetic activity in Kailash.

Every gana had a look of superiority on his face and was running up and down, sometimes in circles, sometimes with a purpose, at other times in strange motions borne out of excitement.

Shiva was getting married! This was no small thing. Shiva, Lord of the universe was getting married! And they were part of it. Of course there was reason to be excited. And there was so much to do!

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.

“AUM”.ॐ.

 

A mixing of the time worlds, in the stillness of now.
This would enable them not only to rejoice in the essential Oneness, but also enable the group to bring forth and introduce characters into the play that were hitherto unknown to the other.
Everything would just become a divine moment, a climax of the life lived. Samadhi.
The magical moment of transcendence was loved by the wise seers. They understood a divine sound, a divine vibration for it, and whispered it almost inaudibly…“AUM”.
The art of the littlest point.
A whole infinity reduced to a dot. And the dot crowned the Aum, represented by crowning the syllable ॐ.
Aum, was always in the now. Samadhi was a moment of the future mingled with the past. The seers understood that Samadhi was the grace of Shiva, it was the ultimate revelation about the Self.
He knew a perfect stillness.
When He sat alone, He was in deepest oneness, always. When He closed His eyes in self-repose, a most enigmatic dance presented itself to Him; a dance of Time; where the past and the future got animated as players and themselves entertained Him , like performers in a carnival. It had dawned on Him that He was an eternal witness, and thus too, the realisation that the story of all life, was His story.

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. by Shail Gulhati

A TIMELESS LOVE

 

A TIMELESS LOVE

Personally, His mind always went out to two things: The first were the snow-clad mountains He could see but did not know.

The other, the woman He knew, but could not see.

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.

PARVATI - THE ONE HE LOVED IMMENSELY

 

PARVATI - THE ONE HE LOVED IMMENSELY

The one person that Shiva loved meeting in this cosmic mind field, the one person whose memory He would not allow to fade even when they were not together, was, unchallengeably, His Woman. In a whole universe that had been projected by Him, She was the one being He loved immensely.

Parvati, His inseparable better-half.

Parvati, without whom, Shiva felt like ‘not Shiva’.

Parvati, without whom, Shiva didn’t feel anything at all.

Parvati, without whom, the Seers summarized, “He was Shava, a corpse.”

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.