A GOD SITTING SERENELY IN MEDITATION..

 

 A GOD SITTING SERENELY IN MEDITATION..

“Now, it is my turn to ask”, smiled the Yogi. “Why did you choose me?”

“Although God is one, His attributes are different in His different manifestations. Your form held a particular appeal for me. I was awed both by your appearance and character. Here was a lord, with no kingdom, no material acquisitions, no riches, nothing, yet he was bestowing gifts upon others. Here was a God sitting serenely in meditation, a technical God? Someone who loved his wife and children, and was so much at ease with Nature. Someone who loved the forests and the hills, the rivers and the springs and all the beings, that lived in them. I loved the way you let your hair hang loose, and was intrigued at your informal attire.

#TheYogiandthesnake( Conversations with Lord Shiva) एक पारिवारिक पुरुष "अब, पूछने की मेरी बारी है", शिवजी मुस्कुराए। "तुमने मुझे क्यों चुना?" "यद्यपि ईश्वर एक है, उनके गुण उनके भिन्न-भिन्न रूपों में भिन्न-भिन्न हैं। आपके फॉर्म ने मेरे लिए एक विशेष आकर्षण की। मैं आपके रूप और चरित्र दोनों से चकित था। यहाँ एक स्वामी थे, जिनका कोई राज्य नहीं था, कोई भौतिक अधिग्रहण नहीं था, कोई धन नहीं था, कुछ भी नहीं था, फिर भी वह दूसरों को उपहार दे रहे थे। यहाँ एक भगवान ध्यान में शांत बैठे थे, एक तकनीकी भगवान? कोई है जो अपनी पत्नी और बच्चों से प्यार करते थे, और प्रकृति के साथ बहुत सहज थे। जो जंगलों और पहाड़ियों, नदियों और झरनों और उनमें रहने वाले सभी प्राणियों से प्यार करते थे। जिस तरह से आपने अपने जटाओं को ढीला छोड़ दिया, मुझे बहुत प्यारा लगा, और आपकी अनौपचारिक पोशाक भी मनमोहक थी।" भक्त ने उत्तर दिया। Hindi translation by Yash NR

DIVINE PLAYSCHOOL

 

DIVINE PLAYSCHOOL

On yet another day, Parvati asked Shiva, “So what exactly was the plan of Divine consciousness in creating this world? Was it essentially for learning about the Self?”

“You do know, it is said of Yashoda, that she had mastered Brahma Gyana hundreds of times over: which meant she was at par with supreme consciousness. She could create her own world, or then remain formlessly in unison with God. But she chose, to be a mother to Krishna. This is how much she understood what a child is.“

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.

SHIVA IS THE SUPREME GOD ALWAYS

 

Right in the very early beginnings of the world, Brahma and Vishnu, the two Gods were arguing over which one of them was older in age and therefore, perhaps superior. Both were citing various examples of their own prowess; while Brahma boasted about all His creations, Vishnu talked of His divine manifestations and how He had, from time to time, saved the world. Suddenly, a huge column of fire appeared, which had virtually no beginning and no end, startling both Brahma and Vishnu; they had never seen anything like this.The question arose as to what was this fire? Who owned it? Where did it originate? What kind of power did it denote? Brahma and Vishnu both looked at each other and shook their heads side-ways , conveying that neither of them had created this column.Then who was the creator? This became a stark mystery staring both of them in the face.They agreed to put aside their own argument and first fathom this infinite column. One went skyward, the other into the depth of the earth. They travelled for an endless time, but they just could not reach the end of the column!This, of course meant that they could not ever know where it began! Ultimately, Both Vishnu and Brahma were so exhausted that they collapsed onto the ground , and prayed to the fire itself to reveal its identity, its originThen, Shiva appeared, and told them that the column was created and owned by Him.


Aum Namah Shivaye.
~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.
  A modern rendition of Great God Shiva's story   by Shail Gulhati

THE UNCROWNED KING

 

THE UNCROWNED KING

Shiva Never ruled as a King.Those who surrounded Him were more like merry men rather than subjects. They were more like ‘brothers in arms,’ a happy bunch of gypsy people who were rumored to be fierce like brigands and impetuous as hobgoblins.

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.

THE RIDER IN THE MIST

 

THE RIDER IN THE MIST

A puffy mist hugged tightly at the trees along the winding mountain road.

The mist was thick, white and cotton -like, meticulously present at each tree top, giving the effect of lamps lighting up the path to a grand estate.

A little dot appeared on the road. It was a rider on a motorbike.

His most visible feature was cascading long hair, dreamily flapping about in the wind.

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. Vol 3

DANCE OF THE TIME TRAVELER

 

DANCE OF THE TIME TRAVELER

And so,between togetherness and separation,loneliness and jubilation, He danced in turn with pleasure and bittersweet pain.

Dance was a key. It was His most innate nature,

to respond to an inner song with every sinewed muscle in His body. Night or day, dark or bright, the end, or just signaling a beginning , dance was the form behind all His form.

He was the epitome of motion; flowing on forever, was His constant.

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.

Parvati- The Queen Jewel

 

He was a Time traveller; He had been to many lands in many times and had known many different people. But, no matter where it was that He sat, at the thought of Heaven, images of snow-clad mountains and a certain indescribable joy of togetherness would inevitably come rushing to His mind. Another image almost always linked itself to the landscape:

A gypsy tribe of fierce men and gorgeous women dancing around a bonfire of pure warmth, in a happiness that was incomparable in the entire Universe.
The quest for that unlimited happiness led intergalactic travellers to search for this tribe like the Holy Grail.
If discoverers of the cosmos and Time travellers could find the tribe, surely the mountain Chieftain and His Queen would be spotted in the midst of it all.
Parvati.
The very thought of Her made Shiva smile. She was the Queen Jewel seated in His heart as centerpiece, around whom, all the rest rallied in adornment.

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.”
And without whom, as He Himself told Her once, ‘Nothing’, was actually possible.
And just as great an enigma as He was, so too was Parvati. It was She who was Sati, in a previous life. She it was, who was Shakti, the Goddess of power, in eternal wedlock with Shiva, making Him Shaktiman, the wielder of all the power there was in the Universe. She was always present in His presence. Even if that meant being reincarnated from one lifetime to another.

From the book ~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.