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 intrigued listeners 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.
Shiva, who loved His fellow men and the elementals, would never ever allow them to cast servile titles on themselves. He insisted they were ‘ganas’, the friends. Despite their devout feelings for Him, He always regarded His followers as that—Friends. And loved them with the passion of a fellow in arms; and in so doing, ushering in a vibrant camaraderie.So many times, when any of them went overboard with their emotion and actually asked for an eternal enslavement at His feet, as was in vogue with other Gods and their worship, He asked them to see Him as a friend instead.“You are my ganas,” He would always insist. He repeated this to them till the time they began to love the word gana for themselves, till the time they completely imbibed it, and each one declared proudly, “I am a Shiv Gana.” which was very much what Shiva wanted.
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.
Shiva, who loved His fellow men and the elementals, would never ever allow them to cast servile titles on themselves. He insisted they were ‘ganas’, the friends. Despite their devout feelings for Him, He always regarded His followers as that—Friends. And loved them with the passion of a fellow in arms; and in so doing, ushering in a vibrant camaraderie.So many times, when any of them went overboard with their emotion and actually asked for an eternal enslavement at His feet, as was in vogue with other Gods and their worship, He asked them to see Him as a friend instead.“You are my ganas,” He would always insist. He repeated this to them till the time they began to love the word gana for themselves, till the time they completely imbibed it, and each one declared proudly, “I am a Shiv Gana.” which was very much what Shiva wanted.
So it came to be, that the ganas loved their uncrowned King as their best friend.
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