I understand flowers are born and flowers will die...........I know some flowers will be trampled upon and some will never make it beyond seventeen..................... I also know some flowers will live life to its fullest.  .........I comprehend that this is a universe of flux..........that the death of one is the rebirth of others.          I believe all of this..........that creation could only be preserved to a point and then its subjected to death and decay. ...................(And death and decay is a good and bad thing...and a good thing is that it makes room for new growth......even providing nutrients for new life....)

However,  it's the premature decay of creation that I am choked up about.......  I like to create and I want to preserve and when something is ready for the decay bin, hey, I've no problems with that.......... However, I am very saddened when a flower is plucked before its time is yet....(And even though I understand the why's of it, it still makes me blue :( 

Yes, untimely deaths has shown me that in order not to witness and feel the pain of a trampled upon flower, one has to preserve all that is not ready to die...,,,,,,,,,and that also includes the ego, the mind, the spirits.......(let Pandora thrive, okay?:)  and so much more...and because I hate the pain associated with the loss of a beautiful unique flower, the preserver has taken birth within me. ......    (The creator and the destroyer dwell within me too...but should I use my destructive powers to benefit only me?    O Arjuna, I now understand your predicament!             Yikes, I'm heading for the detached bin...;(

While other flowers are free to cut me down, hurt me, trampled upon me, I refused to destroy anyone or anything...yes...even my own mind that still wants to wallow in delusion........and when its time for it to die, may the universal destroyer bludgeon it to death...and bring forth a new mind......yes, there is a universal destroyer...it's called Accident...and even though it could be born from humans' touch, it does not have to be..............(Yikes, I'm headed for the loony bin...:)

Okay, that said.. ....My wacky philosophical illusions and delusions and beliefs are what help me to deal with loss...And if there should be death of any minds through reading this, may it be a gentle decaying death.  May these words preserve sweet minds and may it create new ones...

Yes. I am definitely headed for the loony bin....

Pouring my heart out to bring peace to others is the thing that helps me too....

Dear Ash & Sonia,

I met the Prince of Timehri when he was just a few hours old. (God, I was so lucky)   In fact, I was one of the first people to welcome him to our world.  (Huh?  You mean to tell me you didn't know Timehri was once blessed with a Prince?   Yikes! )

Anyway, where was I?  Oh yes, I was waiting patiently at the hospital for the Prince to arrive.  And yes, I was one of the first few to have met him a few hours after birth.   If I had my way, I would have been the first to greet him the minute he arrived on this planet but the hospitals were old fuds and are still old fuds.  They have no clue that they should always allow silly old aunts to skulk around delivery rooms.  Darn fuds, eh!!!

Anyway, all of us, (aunts, uncles plus mother and father of the prince), we sat on a hospital bed and waited and waited and waited.  And then evening dawned and we reluctantly made our way home only to return the very next day and the next.

Our first sentence each time we arrived was, "Is baby here?"  And to be honest, we didn't really mind waiting.  You see, we knew all along.  Our Prince would be worth the wait.

The day our Prince arrived, something different was in the air.  We just knew today was going to be special.  It was the 3^rd of August 1988.  The trees bore more flowers than usual, the world was full of smiles and oh yes, even the insipid grass appeared greener.  It was a perfect day!

When I arrived, I didn't have to ask my usual question.  I just knew our new prince had arrived.  And just one glimpse of him had butterflies fluttering all over my heart.  He was here!  And he was the most good-looking baby boy I had ever seen.    I fell in love with him right away.  In fact, I fell in love with him even before I met him.  I know.  I know.  I was like that little squirrel in the movie, Madagascar. "I like him first!  I like him even before I met him." 

The Prince became the star of our universe from that day onwards.  When the old king died on August 20^th, 1988, the little prince took the sharp edge off our painful reality. 

Then one day, when the prince was only seventeen years old, his soul whispered to him.  "In another universe, there's a mother who desperately needs you to fill her days with joy."   However, our prince knew we would never part with him so he hatched up a plan with his Soul.   When we weren't looking, when we were paying the least attention, he would find an escape route into that other universe that needed him so badly.   (Darn that other universe!  Oh heck, I shouldn't be selfish, at least we had the prince for 17 whole years, right?  Right!)

Anyway, to our utmost sadness, the plan was successful and now ...sigh...we are left without a prince but you know what?   He has two lovely sisters in that other universe.   And do you know what our Prince is saying to them right now?

He is telling them with a tear in each eye of the two most beautiful sisters he had to leave behind.  (Oh and a silly aunty too) And you know what else?   He is proud of  us for allowing him to leave so he can share his love with other sisters in other worlds.

Do you know the names of the sisters he's so proud of?  Yes, everyone knows them.  Their names are Sonia and Ashley and once upon a time they were the sweet sisters of Sunil, Prince of Timehri.

THE END.......is only the beginning.....

Poetry helps me too...may it help others as well....

Forever Sunil

It seems as if it was only yesterday
When I last spoke to you on the phone
"Sunil, what would you like to be one day"
And I heard the pleasure in your tone

"I want to own a bicycle repair shop
And I never want to see school ever again
But my mom doesn't want me to stop
And everyday it drives me insane"

Boys will be boys; I had to agree
I spoke with your mother that very same day
How to help you to be by letting Sunil be
We saw you growing into a fine young man, anyway

Forever seventeen, yes, this is how it seems
You come here dear nephew, age after age as if on cue
In one lifetime, you have already been here twice
Every generation this is the norm, you come in similar forms

For you are Timehri true and through
You are the Sun under skies of blue
A daredevil kind of angel without wings
With smiles to grease up rusty old things

Forever the bicycle repair adept
Flitting in and out of trees
Swimming out of your depths
Laughing with the breeze

You are the cars flying by on high
Yes, you somehow seemed to know
Your bicycle is your portal to the Sky
You are only here for the show

I close my eyes and I see you there
Sunil, laughing, Sunil, riding up and down
Yes, I see now that you will always be here
You have not really left this town

You never seem to make it beyond seventeen
It is as if you come to replay this particular scene
Do you know I die each time you go away too soon
Why can't you live here for many, many moons

What purpose would this really serve
Sunil, it is as if you want to be preserved
A boy with laughing eyes
Revealing blue, blue skies
Riding up and down on his bike of thrills
Forever seventeen, a destiny already fulfilled...

Yikes!          Am I the last person to answer this question?       Er…that’s okay, I’m the last of the dodo birds anyway… okay…now to the task before midnight strikes and turns me into a pumpkin overnight…

Hmm…what kind of physical space is important to me?  Physical? Why, oh why?   Sniff. Why, oh why?           I like living la Vida loca inside my mind.

Oh well…I will settle for a rock. Only thing with living under a rock is that the grass is always greener elsewhere.    Take Hades’ realm for instance…It beckons each waking hour and sleeping ones too… mmm…. it’s heavenly there…the darkness is totally healing and rejuvenating…and I like walking with Lucifer in the wee small hours to pick night flowers… So there.

Now on a serious note, I’ve always been in love with small, dark spaces. I remembered as a child, I used to play in the darkest corner under the stairs and also under the counter of my parents’ store.  

And my favorite place for hiding from terror was under the bed. There was this guy in my village who was darker than Hades and when my brothers misbehaved, my aunt would threaten to call this dark guy to devour them…and silly me…I’m the first to scoot under the bed.

As if being one is not silly enough, I have to act like a dodo too.   I remembered distinctly of a horrible picture in a book that scared the dickens out of me…It wasn’t of any carnage or anything like that…why it was a Chinese painting of red swirls and black patterns.  And in order to view it fully, I dragged the book under the bed…because that was the safest place to look at it…

Well, that was back in the day…now I am not so enamored of under the bed trysts…. but I do know that it’s a place of safety.

In fact, it saved my life. I think. It was the period I lived at my aunt’s in order to attend college. And it was an era where kick-down-the-door-robbers  were on the loose in that vicinity.

Anyway, there I was in my room, soft, golden light pervading my mind, me getting ready for the night…all comfy in my nightgown, brushing my hair to a 100 strokes. I think I made it up to 70 something strokes when there was the heavy thud of boots on the verandah. (I don’t know where everyone was at this point but I do know my cousin was on the balcony. Later on I found out my aunt was next door, my cousin’s wife was visiting her mother…and my younger cousins were at their parent’s store with their father)

I remembered pausing on the brushing of my hair because there was a weak but terrifying cry of “help, help!”.

And suddenly I was screaming, dashing out of my room towards the verandah…. “Are you okay?” I called out to my cousin. In a flash, I saw him lying in a pool of blood. Dead. Oh God. Instinct took over…he was already dead…and the murderers were going to get me too. I remembered charging back into my room, locking the door and crawling under the bed…heart pounding like heavy boots.

The heavy thuds proceeded throughout the house, banging and kicking and then I heard one of the bloody Thuds speak. “She’s in here. I heard her screaming.”              (And do you know what they do to 17-year-old-girls like me?          You really don’t want to know how terrified I was at that point.               Nope.      Prayers do not come at that moment. Your mind goes numb…you can’t think…you can’t breathe…you can’t even remember you have a mother and father and that they would die a gazillion, billion deaths if their darling daughter dies by the hands of ignorance.

Anyway, back to the story, the Thuds kicked at my door a few more times and gave up. They ran down the stairs, grabbed whatever they could and disappeared as quickly as they appeared…

The most amazing part of this story is that all the doors of the bedrooms, which were not locked but merely closed, were all hanging on their hinges except mine.

Did my cousin die? Nope?      The bullet they fired at him missed and he scaled the balcony and ran down the street to get help…all the while screaming at the top of his lungs.        (If string theory is correct, I’m sure he was lying in a pool of blood in another universe and yikes…I am history there too :(      @#@$%#&$%

However, in this universe…hmm…yep…perhaps I am spared so I could write poetry to attempt to enlighten Thuds who will never read them…”Help!”    (Yep, told you I was the last of the Dodo birds :(

The Cradle of Life

At nights I wonder why, why, why
Waiting for the dawn so dreary
I have the urge to shut the sky
When days are loud and weary

I need to find enclosed space
Hidden from all creatures
A sacred, solitary kind of place
Away from religious preachers

Where is my temple of dreams?
The one that lies within mammal
A womb of self-healing regimes
With an opening to the paranormal

O, AUM, first sound of the womb
Reverberating, vibrant, so full of chants
You once resonated the walls of my room
Please fill me once more with your haunts

A temple of dreams, a healing, dark room
The urge to re-enact this scene is rife
Bury me within for the tomb is the womb
I’ll be reborn with a fresh outlook on life

Plagiarized from my own book  ~Goddess Thoughts~The rest are mere details

 

Yikes!  Why do these questions always happen to me late at night????  Why, why, why?

               ((((((((((((((((((((((((( "Why not?"    )))))))))))))))))))))))))

Who said that?  Did someone ask a question?     Huh?    No?     Really?   

 Hmm... I must be losing it..........Actually, no, I am not!!...........I smell a rat!!!    !!!!     The devil is around here somewhere and if it's not him, then it's the bogeyman...trust me...these two follow me around all day like a nightstalker... and psst...they hate each other to a fury...they are always in conflict...they are like yesterday and today, night and midnight, devil and evil, insufferable and incorrigible...and the only way to keep them from pounding each other into the ground is to not be in the same room with them...

Sigh.  However, we both know they are not reality so let's move on to the question of the day...er night...

How to help people get along, resolve conflict between two people, bla, bla, yada yada ...okay...I understand the question.

However, I don't feel too qualified to answer it^,    Actually, scratch that. I lie. I am too lazy to go deep within myself...so let me ask an expert in the field....

Yep.  The Lord of Conflict Resolution himself.

Can you guess who that is?  No?  Hmm...his ego is going to take a severe bruising...but I doubt it...they tell me he is egoless...

                             

            ((((((((((((((( yeah, right!!!  ))))))))))))))))

"Shut up, Hades."  Dang, Atheist Bastard !!! God!!!! "

Sigh. Deep breath.   Okay...I'm talking about Krsna.   Legend has it he solved one of the biggest conflict there ever was...the kurushetra battle...ever heard of the Mahabaratha and the Gita...???

((((((((((( ha!  You mean Krsna resolved the conflict by instigating a full blown war.)))))))

"Shut up, Lucifer."  I swear I am going to kill this bastard Devil.  "Krsna never instigated the war...he...he...oh hell..."

Okay. Calm down.  Calm down.  Deep breath everyone. 

Tell you what, let's go ask Krsna himself before the Devil,  prosecutor-wannabe, chop him to bits without a jury and a judge...(psst...ladies and gentlemen of the Gaia round table, you are the jury...final opinion lies with you...okay...so speak not and forever hold thy peace...)

Btw, I'm not leading you ...er.... the jury on...but Krsna is my fave mythological god...he's a player, a lover of life, the all seeing one...he never speaks paradox although he could speak all languages...however, contradiction is his fave one....  

And that is why I refused to bring him to this courtroom and put him on the stand.   Instead, I am going to his abode on the riverbank to meet him...

 Krishna is sweet.  He could be tough too but he never yelled at me, not even once, unlike you know whom!  And you know what else?  Krsna calls me Devi as if I am the sweetest thing he ever created. 

    

      (((((((((((    Devi?  Kool.  Ha! That title is a variation of Devil.......))))))))

"SHUT UP, Lucifer!!!"  I scream in my mind.

Sigh.  Yet another deep breath.  Cripes.  Am I ever going to get to the bottom of the question with so many rude interruptions??? 

Sigh.  So far in my blogs,  I have met with Shiva, The Devil, Jehovah God, Hades, Satan, Lucifer, Harlequin etc...(Oh wait...scratch Harlequin........he will be coming to a blog near ya. Soon.) but I've not met with my favorite of favorites.             The most all-knowing God ever.  Krsna.           This Guy is boundless, even infinite amounts of universes cannot contain him....................he is you and me and everything you see and cannot see...(he is the sun, the moon, the skies, planets, stars, galaxies, universes, people, animals, birds, fish, rocks, alligators, yikes!,  trees, clothes, skin cells, dna, all matter, all antimatter, nothingness, thougths, poop, dust and heck, even this keyboard.)

Intrigued yet?

Too bad.  I like Krishna.  I like him first.  In fact, I like him before I even met him.   (And my dear Devil, listen up. Krsna is not only better than your God, he can kick your God's butt...he's got an extra pair of arms and he can grow to humungous size...legend has it he spanned the world in three strides...)

       ((((((Sorry Devi.  I'm my own God.  Remember?   Atheist Bastard God )))))))

Sarcasm. Sarcasm. Sarcasm.  Ego. Ego. Ego.  Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

 Krsna is the god of war and the god of love.  Within him dwells Brahma the creator and Shiva, the Destroyer. .............

Everyone is his friend...He will be your charioteer if you so desire.  He will wash your feet with fragrant water and then spoon feed you.  And he will accept whatever you bring to him as a gift, even a handful of peanuts or...er...even rice.

Are you in awe yet?   Ah come on, Lucifer. admit it.  You know you wanna.

Krishna is very mischievous too.  He sees this whole world as a laughing matter.  A Leela.  And that means, Life is a play, god's play.  We are all acting on the stage of life. Krsna loves this universe.............  Every bit of it...this universe is his creation and as we all know, the creator and his creation is one and the same...............  To destroy one is to destroy the other.   I know this for a fact....................One time my computer crashed and I lost my entire manuscript.  And it destroyed me for a whole year.  Heck, I am still half a person.  Weird.  It's almost as if I had emptied my essence into my computer and I am lost without it.   Anyway, good thing I have a waterfall inside me...but sometimes this flow could be interrupted by writers blockage...However,  if I didn't have a certain understanding after I lost a whole book, I swear I'd be a walking around like a homeless bum in my own house....er...or that could have been my ego...yikes!!!    What if our art is our ego??? Yikes, then we are all the ego of God!!!!!

Ah. Here I am.  I am here.  I've arrived at Krsna's abode.    Mmm...this place is heavenly, sweet, lovely river scenery...large shady trees laden with sweet fruits and fragrant blossoms are everywhere along the bank.  

"Hello, Devi."  Krsna spots me.  "Good to see you."           He smiles.  Actually he's always smiling but his smile grew even brighter to see me.  And mmm, he thinks all women are goddess. I love him for that. 

God, I so want to touch his feet but you know what will happen if I do THAT? Yeah. Exactly.  Krishna will touch my feet right back.  (This is the way he is, there is no superiority about him and that's the exact reason why he's superior.)

  I looked at his feet with longing.  I sigh and glanced away only to be drawn back to his lotus feet.

"What's troubling you, Devi?"  Krsna asks gently.

How to tell him what he already knows? 

  How to tell him that I am deathly afraid of his self-proclaimed, self-appointed ambassadors on earth.  They would outcast me in no time.  I can see them thinking now.  "She's the devil's advocate...how dare she let God touch her feet?   She's just a mere woman!!!  Off with her head!!!"  Or er, something to that effect...   (And truly, I don't like offending people unnecessarily...it's not good for my karma....) 

"I'm okay." I say, looking sadly at his feet.  

He smiles, clasps his palm together in the key of the universe position and half-bows to me.  "Namaste, Devi."

I gape.  Omg, doesn't that word means, "I bow to you."?   Omg.  I am squealing inside with delight.  How clever. 

 "Namaste, Krishna." I beam broadly.    "I love you."  I think I am going to take a seat beside his sweet lotus feet as well...and listen to him talk.  He's full of stories, this one.

"And I love you too, my devi. " He says.  "Now.   How may I be of service to you?"

"Er...umm.... you know how you helped Arjuna resolved the conflict within himself so he could fight his enemies-umm...could you tell me more about that--"

((((((( Snicker.   Ha.  Go on, sweet Devi, you're doing a good job...))))))

Ow.  My ears hurt.  Yes, you guessed right.  The Devil is here too.

"Are you okay?" Krsna asks lovingly as I attempt to clear my ear.  It felt as if someone said a loud "cock-a-doodle-doo" inside it.

"Yes. I'm okay." I say.  "I just want to know the truth about the Mahabarata war.  Did you guys really have to go through with it, all that warring for just a Kingdom?  Couldn't you just let Arjuna have it his way?  What's wrong with being a coward?  Sure, Arjuna could have been shunned by society but what's so bad about that?  I mean, I'm outcast all the time, there are people who don't like my Devil but what the heck...I don't go around killing them."

               ((((( Thanks, my sweet Devi.)))))))

*Aw...it's nothing...my Lucifer..but you do owe me a future favor.  So there.*

I look Krsna in the eye.  Gosh, I could easily get lost in them.  Already I am seeing the universe in his drops of midnight eyes.

Krsna smiles.  "Ah, Devi.  I see you have been thinking.   To answer your questions, no, we didn't  have to start a war....the war was already there...we feasted on it....  Two, we were not warring for a kingdom...but pride and ego and diginity and surrendering to the forces of the universe....  Three, Arjuna wanted to fight the war, he only needed a last minute assurance that he was doing the right thing....and that was when he went deep within himself to do some soul searching... and to answer your last question, there is nothing wrong with taking the coward's path...and everything right with it...and vice versa..."

"Hmm..." I say.  "Are you sure there is nothing wrong with it?"

Krishna laughs out loud.  "Ah Devi.  You're sure you want to hear it all?  It might disturb your entire psyche for a long time to come."

"I don't mind." I say with delight.  The Pandora in me was fully aroused.

"If Arjuna had taken the coward way out, a lot of people would have been indebted to him...in modern words, they would have owed him big time.  It might not appear so but Arjuna was making a sacrifice here...on a subconscious level...he was climbing down to other people's level...."

                                            (((((( Gasp   )))))

"You see, Devi.   The Kurus owed Arjuna and the Pandus and the only way their souls knew how to repay their debts was to sacrifice their lives...however, their conscious mind was not aware of this conspiracy..."

Krsna paused to gather his thoughts.   "In this universe we collectively designed, the subconsciousness do not worry itself about whether an action is good or bad...it leaves that to the conscious mind to decipher...and the wise mind knows that every action has a positive and negative side."

"I understand." I say.  Even Lucifer is nodding at this point.   "The subconscious intelligence within us sees the whole of any action...it does not split it into good and bad."

"When we pull someone out of a hole, the subconscioness sees it as an effort, a sacrifice and immediately that person is indebted to his rescuer.. " Krsna says as if I hadn't spoken.  Oh wait, I didn't...it was all in my mind.... 

"It's like a bank giving you $500.00.  Suddenly all your troubles are fixed but you have to pay interest, don't you?  Nothing in this universe is free...even the water you drink, you have to earn it through efforts...or it would not come to you or you would not find it..."

I gasp... "Wow.  So Arjuna made a sacrifice, gave the others a chance to repay their debts...."  I mulled this one over.

"Yes."

"But...but...don't you think Arjuna has consequences to face for killing so many people anyway?  Why would he wanna do that?"

"Ah, sweet Devi," He says.  "What is wrong and what is right?   This world is a lie and it's also a truth.  It exists and yet it does not.  To be against war is to be at war."

See. I told you he speaks contradictions.

Krsna smiles.  Again.  "The enlightened mind welcomes consequences.   And the enlightened mind knows that by helping another person could also put that person into a debt he could never rise out of..."

Well.  Too bad.  I'll still go on offering a helping hand to pull the world out of the hole they got themselves into...er...I think...or hmm....I  could just holler from above and teach them how to make their own damn ropes....yikes... that way, they won't have a whole ton of interest to repay to me....

I sighed.  It made some sense to me but the Devil was shaking his head.  "Er," I say..."I need to know one more thing, about that "war" you instigated...er I mean the war you created to help Arjuna light up his ignorance...was it a symbolic war painted in literal light to educate the masses on how to wage war on their own terrorism...er...their inner demons?"

                     

                     ((((((  Good girl!!! ))))

"Shut up." I hissed to Lucifer to keep quiet.  "He has a discus...even though he's sweet, he could wipe your head off in the blink of an eye..."

Krsna smiles.  "Don't ever be afraid to tell me what's really on your mind."

 "Er...um...thanks...okay.... Umm...there's this guy..."   I couldn't bring myself to say it was the devil who put that thought in my head... "who says the Gita, your longest song was inserted into the Mahabaratha at a later date." (Oh God...that could have been me tampering with sacred documents in a past life...yikes...)

Krishna laughs.  "Sweet Devi, what's true and what's not true.  Everything you see and hear has happened.  All the stories you read in books are stories happening everywhere...In one universe, the kurushetra war happened.  In another, it's a fictional story...and yet another the war happened without the Gita explanation...and in yet another someone inserted it.  And guess what else, Sweet Devi....In one universe, it's you who is following the bogeyman around and in that same universe the devil is not so enamored of you."

                                ((((((((((  Gasp   )))))))

Even Lucifer is amazed at that last bit. Yikes. 

Everything exists.  And yet everything does not exist.  All are an illusion and all are real.

(((((Dang.  I knew he would say that.  This man would make the best lawyer in town.  He has an answer for everything!!!!))))

"He's not a man.  He's a god." I hissed to Lucifer beneath my breath.

              

              (((( I'm a God too, Baby but I don't see you fawning over me  )))))

Ha!   Jealousy is afoot in my blog....

"But, my lord," I protested.  "Couldn't you have worked some magic and fixed all the problems?  And what about our current problem, why oh why can't you wave your magic wand and fix it all?"

Please.  I need a straight answer. Please. I begged silently.

"Sweet Devi.  The universe is designed like a stair.  To get to the upper platform, one has to climb.   In the days of the kurushetra battle, people were at a certain level.   To talk them from battle would have been a huge leap from one era into another...the universal law of cause and effect does not allow this...we designed it so that everything would flow seamlessly....and even though it appears like chaos, know that this universe is in perfect balance...that it's perfection in disguise....However, that said...know that if an individual puts in enough effort...he could swim the entire lenght of the cosmic ocean in seemingly no time....time is an illusion...so it's possible to leap from one era into another through tremendous efforts...." He smiles.  "In the case of the Kuru war, people were putting in efforts toward the war, not away from it...."

Krsna pauses for that to sink into my numbskull mind...

   "Imagine the day you gave birth to your son, and how happy you were to grow with him.  Now picture this, me turning him into a fully grown man right before your eyes?  "

"Yikes." I say.  "I would feel cheated.   And i would think he had some kind of disease. It would be a tragedy..."   However, if all babies are turned into grown men and women overnight, that would be okay I suppose.

"Exactly. Hence, those warriors would have felt defeated had they not had an opportunity to fight.  You've to remember in those days, they lived for war.         And if it wasn't for war and conflict, we would not have progressed to such heights and in this particular direction."

           (((( Awe. Right.  The Internet resulted from such a situation.  )))))

Lucifer is a genius :(
 

"We live for the challenges...it's the reason why we created this illusion so we could pretend...it's all a play....and without the challenges we would grow bored being omnipotent beings who know it all..."  Krsna says.         "Everything has to go through stages.  Right now, some are stuck in limbo land, the new age stage, religious dance, conspiracy theory fever and some who think they have reached the peak of enlightenment."

I put a hand up in the air.  "Er...I have reached the peak...umm....I think so..."

                                     ((((((((((((   I'll take you there, Baby...))))))

                               

                       Shut up. Lucifer.

Krishna throws his head back to laugh.  He wipes his eyes and surveys my embarrassed aura.  "When you reached that stage, you will be on the literal peak itself, my Devi."    He points at the Himalayas Mountain.  "Now back to your questions, the kurushetra battle was bound to happen.  It was reaction to an action taken a long time ago.  If Arjuna had walked away, the war would have gone on in another universe.  The outcome of the war was already destined...already existing.   Everything already exists... yes, Devi, the future already exists.  We are only travelling towards it. "

                                    ((((((((((((  wow!  )))))))))))  Lucifer is amazed again.

"So you are saying there is no ‘free will'???"

"Free will exists just as determinism does.  Free will is used to decide which path to choose.  Think about a village.  All paths to your friends' houses already exist.  Your free will comes in handy to pick which friend house you will visit today.  In other universes, your counterparts are either choosing the same house or different ones.    You want to visit all of your friends, right?  That's why you take many births to experience it all.  You want to play every part in every film."

 "Yikes!" I say out loud.  "But I still need to answer this question on this thing...er... social networking called Gaia..."

"What's that?"  Krsna looks puzzled.

I gape.  Wow. He hasn't been keeping up with his very own creation...

"Er...it's a place where we communicate with each other...on the Internet."

"What's the Internet?" Krsna asks as if he has no clue. 

"It's an umm  a sort of a universal mind in pictures, words and sounds."

"What's the purpose of this universal mind?"

"Well, it should bring about unity and peace for one...where everyone is exchanging and sharing the contents of their minds so eventually we will all think similarly...universal beings yet unique.... you know how the biblical god confounded our tongue when we were trying to build a tower to reach the sky last time, well...er...we are building a virtual tower this time...so he can't reach us there...er...he can't stop us from reuniting ..."

                     loud, raucous laughter in my ear  ((((  The Tower of babble )))))

"Shut up!" I hissed.  "It's the tower of Babel"

"I see." Krsna says as if he's still thinking.

"Er...My Lord...when two parties are at conflict, two babies fighting and hurting each other badly, should I interfere?  Should I intervene and help them to get along?"             Yikes!  I don't have any techniques in this area!!!

"You will know at that time whether you should or should not...only you could decide that for yourself.  It's totally up to you.  You will know what's at stake. You will be able to sum up the entire situation and if it's your safety that matters, you will put that beforehand everything else...    You will know that it all depends what you're seeking for yourself when you give of yourself to others....if you need recognition as a peacemaker, you'll be in every battle...heck...you'll even instigate battles just to be in it..." 


Krishna smiles at this last part so I know he's teasing.  Yikes.  Is he??? 

"Some other time I will tell you why the Good Samaritan gets killed but if you go over all that I have told you today, you might see if for yourself..."  He looks me deep in the eye...and I nod.   He continues. 'In the Kuru battle, I did not push Arjuna into it, I merely give him knowledge so he could make up his own mind....in the end, it was his decision, all his...he didn't have to believe a word I said, even though I used masterful persuasion skills...it was still his decision in the end....:"

I bow to Krsna.  "Thanks so much.  Could I come back and see you some other time."   I need to mull a few things over, ponder it over with Hades.

"Sure, my Devi.  Come to me anytime...I am only a thought away."

I smile warmly, my heart feeling saddened to be apart from him.

"Hey Devi.  Remember, parting is what makes the reuniting sweeter."

"Mmm.  I shall remember that.  Thanks." 

"Hmm...what do you think, my Lucifer??   Come on, tell me...the floor is open..." I say to Lucifer as I began making my way home but Yikes, the devil is fast asleep, just when I need him to be fully awake!!!  


Well...er...hopefully he wakes up and help me edit  this mix-up story....

I met with my future self today and she wants to kick my butt.  Do you wanna know why?    Do you really?  Well...hmm....my future self thinks she's better than me, that's what!!!  

She thinks I'm naive, a skulker, too undomesticated, a scaredy-cat of a non-existent being like bogey-the-man.   She wants me to accept more challenges as if going to the gym is not enough!!!    She thinks I spend far too much time on Gaia.  She wants me to get more sleep because she doesn't want to look like frankenstein in 20 years time...

The nerves!!!!   She wants me to make all the effort now so she could look good in the future...and if you ask me what I think, I think she wants me to be her slave...  The nerves!!!!

Some inspiration!!!  She's only motivating me so that she can benefit in the long run!!!  I swear!!!  OF all the godamn nerves!!!!

Oh heck....I better run to the gym.... I don't want someone to have a fat-bottom in the future, now do I???   That would be a tragedy!!!!

Damn.  Some future self sure knows how to inspire their current self....so that they get all the benefits in the end....  yikes.

Sigh.