ADVAITA
The thought of Shiva had penetrated like an arrow into Sati's being, and She actually felt Her heart flutter, like a well-gotten target. She had never seen an image of Him, but suddenly, there He was, right in front of Her, dancing on mountain skylines, long-haired and well muscled; a mesmerising figure that seemed to rivet the earth with the sky.
And then She remembered what Rishi Vashishta had told Her. “You are the one for whom Shiva incarnates, for you are not different from Shiva.”
“Advaita,” Vashishta had added after a pause.
“Advaita?” She had asked.
“Not two, you are one,” he had said. “Repeat after me, So Hung!”
‘So Hung’ the maical mantra had magically transformed all duality into a sweet, blissful oneness.
And then She remembered what Rishi Vashishta had told Her. “You are the one for whom Shiva incarnates, for you are not different from Shiva.”
“Advaita,” Vashishta had added after a pause.
“Advaita?” She had asked.
“Not two, you are one,” he had said. “Repeat after me, So Hung!”
‘So Hung’ the maical mantra had magically transformed all duality into a sweet, blissful oneness.
( From the book SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.)
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