PRALAYA - THE END OF TIME

 

AFTER SATI

The extreme sorrow gave way to extreme rage, and Narada noticed that Shiva was going into a different mood.
He had darkened. His face resembled the darkest cloud in the sky, His eyes became bloodshot, His hair rising in extreme excitement, like the mixed thrill of a warrior, when He is about to embark into an immediate and deadly battle.
He started stomping His feet on the ground, causing the earth below Him to quake, and the mountains in even the farthest horizons began to shake. “Daksha, you will not be spared! Sati, I am coming! Sateee!!”

The ganas repeated the call, “Daksha, you will not be spared! Ma, we are coming!!”
Shiva started a war dance, tugging violently at His own hair and whirling in the air, with His torso doing the most unusual twists, like a man in severe pain. His right hand pulled out His Trishula from the ground where it had been restfully parked for years, as if to jerk it out of its dormancy. “BABHAM!!” He yelled a war cry and lunged forwards. He moved like a one-man army getting ready to wreak havoc on all those who came in its way, and Narada was reminded of a cloud of locusts on rampage.

The world shivered. Devas shivered, Brahma shivered, Vishnu shivered.
Shivering in Shiva’s wrath had become the new extension of the presence of Shiva.
This was something they had never seen before, but a vague and very uncomfortable feeling told them that the end of the Universe was near.
“Pralaya,” spoke Indra. “Pralaya,” chorused the Devas. They feared their own death which seemed inevitable.
“O Mahadeva, save us from Pralaya, save us from your own wrath!”


~  From the book SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. by Shail Gulhati

SUDDENLY SATI KNEW THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF HER LIFE

 

SUDDENLY SATI KNEW THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF HER LIFE

There was gold everywhere. Gold in the mountains, gold in the valley, gold in the sky. It was a golden luminosity basking in its own unending lustre. When Sati opened Her eyes, a golden sun was at Her window. She was in the palace.

She remembered everything that Rishi Vashishta had taught Her.

Suddenly, Sati knew the whole purpose of Her life.

The thought of Shiva penetrated Sati like an arrow ,and She actually felt Her heart flutter, like a well-gotten target.

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.

SHIVA'S THIRD EYE CREATES THIS UNIVERSE

 

THE THIRD EYE

Question : Ma, why does Shivji have three eyes?


Answer : Shivji has two eyes just like us with which he sees the sky, the mountains, trees, birds , dogs, cats, and people, the same way we do.He also sees things like buildings, cars, chairs, tables , books and toys with these two eyes.We can see so many things with our two eyes!
But tell me can you see yourself with your two eyes? No you cannot, unless you are in front of a mirror. So, Shivji keeps a third eye in his forehead, with which He can see Himself.
How wonderful to be able to see yourself, isn’t it?
Now, the good thing is that even we all have this third eye, in the middle of our forehead. But we cannot see it, so we do not know how to open it. And Shivji teaches us how to open this wonderful third eye by teaching us to do Dhyana, which is to close the two eyes and start to silently feel the third eye in our Self.
Would you like to open your third eye one day, just like Shivji ?
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.

WHAT WORK DO YOU DO ?

 

WHAT WORK DO YOU DO ?

“So, what work do you actually do?” Sati asked coyly like any newly married wife.

“I meditate,” Shiva answered.

“No, I meant what work do you do as in work?”

“I meditate,” He answered again with a strange smile.

“I don’t understand,” She said.

“For most people, a livelihood and a way of life are two different things. For me, it is all one,” He said.

“And you and I are one,” She said, drawing close to Him.

“Yes,” He smiled.

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.

Maha Mritunjaya Mantra

 

The ancient Rishi sang a prayer for Enlightenment.
The modern man has made even that prayer a chant for longevity.
In the age of "Re-mixes" we need to know some songs are better in their Original forms! The next time you chant the Maha Mritunjaya Mantra, know that it is in essence, a petition to Shiva for enlightenment.

Aum Tryambakaṃ yajāmahe sugandhiṃ puṣṭi-vardhanam
urvārukam iva bandhanān mṛtyor mukṣīya māmṛtāt

ॐ त्र्यम्बकं यजामहे
सुगन्धिं पुष्टिवर्धनम् ।
उर्वारुकमिव बन्धनान्
मृत्योर्मुक्षीय मामृतात् ॥ Hail the three eyed One! O fragrant (pleasant),
healthy (pleasing to look at) Lord,
sever us from false worldly realm, gently like a cucumber,
whose umbilical cord gets severed without any painful process,
just lying on the ground;
But O lord, do not divest us from your Amrita, your nectar of Advait Gyan, (gnosis) which ( by giving us the third eye vision of Oneness with you ) liberates from death itself.
Thus we see that although the Mantra is being used for prolonging life, it is essentially a prayer for enlightenment: A prayer to Shiva, who has the third eye of Viveka,the Gyan chakshu that can destroy all false perception, to raise our level of Consciousness.
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.

THE OLDEST STORY

 

THE OLDEST STORY

Rishi Suta used to tell Shaunaka and his other disciples the story of Shiva.

“This is fascinating, Gurudeva… tell me more!” implored Shaunaka.

“Time can only tell stories in bits about the Timeless, Shaunaka,” said the wise Sage quietly. “The story will go on and on, forever. There will be many more tellings, many more listenings…” his voice trailed away.

In time, when Shaunaka grew old and himself sported a free flowing white beard, he often told the story to his own disciples.

~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.

SHIVA LOVED THE CRISP AIR OF KAILASH

 

Rudra absolutely loved the crisp air of Kailash.
There was a very pleasing aroma in the air always, which Rudra thought, “was the smell of freshness itself.”
There was no sense of time; only the golden sunrise and sunset would indicate dawn and dusk.
He loved all the birds and beasts that came to visit the mountains from the forests at their baseline. They were in absolute contrast to the people He had known in the city. Always natural, always spontaneous, always unabashed in their play, unlike the contrived displays in speech and gestures in the mannerisms of society. These beasts were exactly the kind of beings that would be termed ‘Uncouth’, He thought to Himself, but smiled because His own spirit resonated with them. “This is the way to be; in the lap of Nature itself, where one is natural,” He thought.

~  From  SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. A modern book with Great God Shiva's story by Shail Gulhati