The Inheritance.

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“Imagine getting an old, heavy book and a letter from your ancestors.”  Bella was saying.

Well, when I did it was not an old heavy musty book, but set beautiful lemurian crystals. They were sleek, shiny with as though with barcode within, this was the legacy of my clan, the snake people, I never really bothered too much about it, considering the Nagabana and the Naga cult was vibrant where I grew up. But these were crystals.

I was numb, disbelief and I mean, my ancestors didn’t seem much to brag about, forget about mine, nobodies ancestor seemed much to brag about. I mean look at the state that they have left us in. wars, devastation, a broken planet. They just didn’t seem to bother about the people who came after them. so these knowledge containing crystals seemed kind of farfetched.

As I meditated with the crystals, they began to speak, to share their knowledge of where life came from, and what was the need of the hour. It was empowering and disempowering at once. Empowering because there is this knowledge, the understanding that everyone leaves behind something when they die. A child, a book, painting or a house or a wall or pair of shoes something, a garden planted, at the end of the day something that their hands touched so that the souls would have somewhere to go when they died.

It was like each time people looked or touched the flower of the plant that a person planted, the person would be there.  strange isn’t it, just holding the crystal was like holding a book, the difference was the same as the difference between the diamond cutter at Surat and the healer who spoke and healed through the crystals.  My thought was when these quartz were mined and cut god knows how much of knowledge we lost. Think of it, the diamond cutter is like the lawn cutter, he might just as well not been there at all. but the people who put in the knowledge they are there for all eternity.

When I relate to the content of the crystal  I realize i am connecting to a writer, a writer who did not dream of riches and fame, those things are no doubt nice. But like all true writers, the writer had longed to leave behind a piece of himself/herself. Something that withstood the test of time and will pass down for generations. Maybe this book/crystal is just like all of us, there is a need and desire to be heard to have its inner most thoughts and feelings and despises expressed for others ot hear, to see and to understand. It was not about wanting to leave a mark, it seemed more about making people feel and connect.

Know something at that moment when I held the book/crystal I realized we’re all ghosts we all carry within us the people who came before us, and their songs they are also the songs of our children.

With book/Crystals in my hand I felt humbled, honoured and I thank the universe for it all.

“I had an inheritance from my father,
It was the moon and the sun.
And though I roam all over the world,
The spending of it’s never done.”
― Ernest HemingwayFor Whom the Bell Tolls

 “I am participating in this creative activity organised by makers ofThe Path of Zarathustra in association with BlogAdda.” in their blog post.

International day of the disappeared.

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International day of the disappeared.

The Salman Khans and Sanjay Dutts are making a mockery of the word imprisonment.  Coming out on Furlough and god knows what. But there are N-number of people languishing in prisons unknown to their kin, or  legal representatives.  The 30th of August of every year is remind the people of these lost people.

Secret imprisonment  and those under uncertain circumstances is a violation of the most conceptions of human rights.  About 30 countries still practise them officially while most countries do so unofficially.

It was created in1981 by the Latin American Federation Associations for relatives of the detained-disappeared which is an NGO. Several international NGO’s are also active against secret imprisonment. The international committee of Red Cross being particularly active, many times they have acted as messengers of these missing people.

The day has been created to support people who have disappeared and their families, and to prevent further such occurrences.

What we could to help

  • Post something on social media to call attention to the disappeared people.
  • Donate to the red cross
  • Create awareness through media, radio, public forum etc.

There are countless people who are missing all over the world, their families and friends suffer their uncertainty and lack closures. The international day of the disappeared is about them, the disappeared and the ones looking for answers.

The disappearance need not be just political there are abductions, forced disappearances, secret imprisonments of non-political origin. There are international bodies like the Amnesty International, international committee of the Red Cross, and other organizations working on this. this is about supporting these organizations.

The Druid’s Daughter

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“When will his health improve?”

The look that the acharya gave me, I shall never forget in my life, may be it is the look a butcher would give the animal he slaughters.

“You, who are so precise you are not even in a position to tell me his birth star, does that not say anything to you?”

I knew what was coming next yet I took a deep breath, and asked, “My mind does not answer me any longer.”

“A soul that is gone, is calling him, and he cannot let you go, it is not about your mother or brother it is you, he is here only for you. Let him go”

“What did the joisha tell you?”Was my mother’s query

What do I tell her…I am the cause of his suffering…or do I say I am here to let him go? Slowly I went into the room, sat by papa. He was not very expressive with words but somehow he did make sure that he got the message across.

He smiled, when I went in.

“Papa, I can’t let you go”

“So, you did visit Kadaba”

“Yes”

“You know now, I am worried about how you will handle”

“Handle what”

Joishru helallilava…. from your expression he didn’t have the courage to tell you the truth.”

“What, truth”

“You are my successor; your journey begins now… You see it cannot begin until I leave, and I cannot leave until you let me leave”

The whole thing seemed so strange and it was despite his pain he was clear in thought and stronger between us.

“maga, the first two years after I go will be very strange, things and people will appear in your space, things and people will disappear. Get the red VIP suitcase”

“Open it” he said when I got the suitcase down, it had an old parchment. It then flashed for an aggressively private person; he had no private space in the house. Maybe the table that he worked on nothing else. The open suitcase told me another story. There were old parchments, and an old faded book written in older kannada script, these had no punctuations as we know them today.”Pick up the one that is wrapped in red cotton, and read it, aloud.”

The next week was a voyage that I did not expect. I knew his study hour was between 3.30 am and 5.30, I would read the parchment and book alternately at his instructions.

It was the right to passage of who we were and where we came from. Why I could see death in people’s eyes, and why I would have physical wounds when nature was destroyed. End of the week, he told me, now unwrap the deer skin parchment, when I did there were the most beautiful crystals that I ever saw.

Papa smiled “Lemurian crystals-”

I was never a crystal person, suddenly the emergence of these crystals it was amazing.

“For the next twenty one days, meditate with these crystals in your palm. Place the moonstone that I got for your Ajmer at the head of your bedstead and your journey will begin.”

First day of meditation, came with lot of nightmares, and then came intolerable head ache then the secret of the soul journey…

The souls who decided to play, the core inner soul in each of us, the supporting cast in the angels realm. All in the earth school,

The collective souls who could take forms and turn formless effortlessly, then the first presence of the collective consciousness, the rose quartz form, or the crystal form…

Then came the great vibration shift and the second form as plants and trees, the illusion of split and the concept of death. The calm terrain and unthreatened existence. Till the next great shift.

The third level of consciousness emerged as the animal kingdom with its fight, flight response, the emergence of a predator and hierarchy

The journey had now taken on the hue of differentiation for power and terror and made its presence felt with predatory. And the cycle of Karma began as the animal had evolved to man.

The book then spoke of the journey of the soul through the four yugas, the journey into the 5th dimension of the dimension of the mind, the 6th dimension of the ascended master.

Twenty one days of meditation, and Papa had moved on, leaving with me a legacy, of the knowledge of Lemuria, and the responsibility to guide whoever needed to move on to the next dimension. With each soul’s journeys… my consciousness, evolving further.

The legacy of the Shaman’s the lessons from the crystals, the understanding that the universe prepares us to receive knowledge and then guides us to apply that knowledge.

The crystals, the book are back in the suitcase, my journey as the torch bearer I record, I know the next shaman is being groomed, when the time comes I shall hand the heritage and move on. Till then each day the crystal shares a secret, a knowledge sometimes guiding mostly energizing.

I knew now why my family was associated with the snakes, I was the descendent of the record keepers of Lemuria, the snake people, were the keepers of those memories and the crystals were the records handed from one keeper to the next, each keeper was a channel who would deliver the knowledge mankind required at that moment and then moved on for the next keeper to come.

 “I am participating in this creative activity organised by makers ofThe Path of Zarathustra in association with BlogAdda.” in their blog post.

The Druid

“When will his health improve?”

The look that the acharya gave me, I shall never forget in my life, may be it the look the butcher has before the Halal.

“You, who are so precise you are not even in a position to tell me his birth star, does that not say anything to you?”

I knew what was coming next yet I took a deep breath, and asked, “My mind does not answer me any longer.”

“A soul that is gone, is calling him, and he cannot let you go, it is not about your mother or brother it is you, he is here only for you. Let him go”

“What did the joisha tell you?”Was my mother’s query

What do I tell her…I am the cause of his suffering…or do I say I am here to let him go? Slowly I went into the room, sat by papa. He was not very expressive with words but somehow he did make sure that he got the message across.

He smiled, when I went in.

“Papa, I can’t let you go”

“So, you did visit Kadaba”

“Yes”

“You know now, I am worried about how you will handle”

“Handle what”

Joishru helallilava…. from your expression he didn’t have the courage to tell you the truth.”

“What, truth”

“You are my successor; your journey begins now… You see it cannot begin until I leave, and I cannot leave until you let me leave”

The whole thing seemed so strange and it was despite his pain he was clear in thought and stronger between us.

“maga, the first two years after I go will be very strange, things and people will appear in your space, things and people will disappear. Get the red VIP suitcase”

“Open it” he said when I got the suitcase down, it had an old parchment. It then flashed for an aggressively private person; he had no private space in the house. Maybe the table that he worked on nothing else. The open suitcase told me another story. There were old parchments, and an old faded book written in older kannada script, these had no punctuations as we know them today.”Pick up the one that is wrapped in red cotton, and read it, aloud.”

The next week was a voyage that I did not expect. I knew his study hour was between 3.30 am and 5.30, I would read the parchment and book alternately at his instructions.

It was the right to passage of who we were and where we came from. Why I could see death in people’s eyes, and why I would have physical wounds when nature was destroyed. End of the week, he told me, now unwrap the deer skin parchment, when I did there were the most beautiful crystals that I ever saw.

Papa smiled “Lemurian crystals-”

I was never a crystal person, suddenly the emergence of these crystals it was amazing.

“For the next twenty one days, meditate with these crystals in your palm. Place the moonstone that I got for your Ajmer at the head of your bedstead and your journey will begin.”

First day of meditation, came with lot of nightmares, and then came intolerable head ache then the secret of the soul journey…

The souls who decided to play, the core inner soul in each of us, the supporting cast in the angels realm. All in the earth school,

The collective souls who could take forms and turn formless effortlessly, then the first presence of the collective consciousness, the rose quartz form, or the crystal form…

Then came the great vibration shift and the second form as plants and trees, the illusion of split and the concept of death. The calm terrain and unthreatened existence. Till the next great shift.

The third level of consciousness emerged as the animal kingdom with its fight, flight response, the emergence of a predator and hierarchy

The journey had now taken on the hue of differentiation for power and terror and made its presence felt with predatory. And the cycle of Karma began as the animal had evolved to man.

The book then spoke of the journey of the soul through the four yugas, the journey into the 5th dimension of the dimension of the mind, the 6th dimension of the ascended master.

Twenty one days of meditation, and Papa had moved on, leaving with me a legacy, of the knowledge of Lemuria, and the responsibility to guide whoever needed to move on to the next dimension. With each soul’s journeys… my consciousness, evolving further.

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image courtesy google

The legacy of the Shaman’s the lessons from the crystals, the understanding that the universe prepares us to receive knowledge and then guides us to apply that knowledge.

The crystals, the book are back in the suitcase, my journey as the torch bearer I record, I know the next shaman is being groomed, when the time comes I shall hand the heritage and move on. Till then each day the crystal shares a secret, a knowledge sometimes guiding mostly energizing.

I knew now why my family was associated with the snakes, I was the descendent of the record keepers of Lemuria, the snake people, were the keepers of those memories and the crystals were the records handed from one keeper to the next, each keeper was a channel who would deliver the knowledge mankind required at that moment and then moved on for the next keeper to come.

 “I am participating in this creative activity organised by makers ofThe Path of Zarathustra in association with BlogAdda.” in their blog post.

Pep-up for a new day

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“No my friend i am not drunk, it is that I have been to the dentist and I need not go again for six months, thats a beautiful thought” this is a quote from my favourite character, Hercules Poirot created by Agatha Christie

Remember dentistry is not expensive neglect is.

Truth be it said, love conquers all things except poverty and toothache. Forget it, one can put up with anything except bad breathe,

Can you imagine your mouth, or rather the last third of your tongue something like  large sewage where the ear-nose and mouth dumps its garbage, so  gargling early morning is a great idea,

How often has your dental hygienist shown you how to brush your teeth properly. Or the regime, to be followed. It is worse for kids with ADHD or autism. Sometimes we are just too lazy to follow routines.

Think of this, alarm rings, turn the preset coffee maker on then…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5RNFmDIfbs

head for the shower, and bless yourself, may this lovely day bring in loads of joy and sweetness in your life. May your beautiful  face shower smiles and shine the world with brightness… wish yourself a very good morning.

Fresh now is maxed; you smell the wafting aroma coffee

Have a great day.

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BNLF beckons

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I am looking at BNLF, event,  if this was 2013 I would have turned my nose up and said in disdain, it’s for this kids who are trying to spread their wings. Still worse I would have looked at the name Preeti Shenoy and said forget it; she is a speaker then takes a walk.

2014, I would have looked sad, and said, “I only I could go”

2015 my internal conversation is like –

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”
“I don’t much care where –”
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”
― Lewis CarrollAlice in Wonderland

But to attend or not they attend is something I am really debating on. On one hand there is the high of meeting people who I have only interacted with maybe I will get to meet Kiran Acharya and Shiny Shinde, they make up for the Preeti Shenoy’s.

It promises to be disruptive, I have a visual of the Lok Sabha.

When it comes to  line of up activity, Christroph Trappe sounds interesting I went to his webpage, that markets him well, and Kannan Gill, well I have just done first vblog so Kannan Gill is someone that I definitely find interesting,

After my word-up experience it is quite tempting at the end of the day the biggest adventure is to live the life of my dreams, but currently I have just got over a nightmare and am in the slumber stage.

Maybe like all deviants its time I came out of the closet and declared, yes I have multiple personality syndrome. I have nurtured the healer, the dancer now is the turn of the writer.  To come out of a monotonous middle aged life to the world of young adults, well that is coming out of a comfort zone and first accepting that the world has moved on, these events kind of make me feel that I am back in kindergarten, as I discover all the wonderful things that God has placed around us for us to discover.

Moving on into an entirely new realm of experience gives a feeling of be nomadic,  it takes courage to turn against our habitual lifestyle and engage in unconventional thinking and living. I wonder if I have the courage for it.

I feel that this new kind of engery is waiting to enter my life, and all I have to do is reach for it. the only person who I am debating with is myself and my lack of confidence in recognizing another aspect of myself.indiblogger

At the end of the day, what the hell, we pass through this world but once, few tradgedies can be more extensive than the stunting of life, few injustices deeper than the denial of an opportunity to strive or even to hope, by a limit imposed from without, but falsely identified as lying within.

What hell, I am jumping the gun as usual, lets leave it here, like people say of temple the Lord will ensure you are there if you have to be there Quesara..sara.. whatever will be will be.

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It is really a mistake to think that moving fast is the same as actually going somewhere, we could be moving fast yet not covering physical space.  Thats what came to me, when i saw the 4G advt.

I am challenged when it comes to telephone, mobiles have left me petrified. And I deal with anything that terrorizes me in one way, I look it in the eye, acknowledge it and master it. finally I have been able to understand the nebulous- world of mobiles.

To me it sounds like the line between, telephones-television and telegrams are fused here.  now understanding the 3G – 4G is bit of a challenge, but I can kind of put into context as an user.

The world of receiving telephone calls was not so challenging, then I mastered the SMS, now with a Smartphone, I realize I am not really that smart, I am yet to learn the nuances of using the camera, the documents and all other goodies that the world of mobile offers.

My friend Anu Krishnan tells me I can stop being a burden of beast, and just put in my mobile, its like carrying my laptop, music player, camera all at a go.

In my space I have been using the internet to do online counselling hypnotherapy  receiving and sending of X-rays.

There are students to whom I teach dancing through skype.

Anu assures me that I can shift all this to my phone,  I am on that journey.

If 4G means faster web browsing and faster video music photo uploads and downloads well thats a great thing to happen. but the creators of 4G insist that it would change our lives .

According to its creators 4G brings with it, all manner of new sensors to help us monitor our body. everything a physician needs to check physically in a patient will be monitored remotely and transmitted via 4G to the physician. These sensors can fitted into stuff that we already wear!! (bras with sensors!! really)  these sensors send constant signals to the physician. (my guess some computer) this could monitor the condition of a person on goingly, hopefully it can also anticpate and react to problem. This would definitely mean help reaches a senior citizen quicker.

Then there is the video chatting facility that would give me the access to my patients even when I am on the move. I don’t know  if this really good but yes it is an option.

As of now, we have a cable or DSL and internet connectivity for the house, and 3G both billed, but 4G being almost as fast as home broadband connections we can completely do cut the communication bill down. Moreover the 4G is shareable. Since it is supports multiple internet users.

What I would do with the incredible speed being available.

  • Get my mother on to 4G and see how I connect her to me with me for telehealth.
  • Connect to my daughter who is away from for telehealth.
  • Put in family conference time each evening at pre-determined time.
  • Schedule my online counselling.
  • Shift my blogging and vblogging to the mobile device.
  • Download kindle on my mobile.

For more … http://www.airtel.in/4g/

just a shakespearean  take on speed

Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
As a nose on a man’s face, or a weathercock on a steeple!
My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor,
He being her pupil, to become her tutor.
O excellent device! was there ever heard a better,
That my master, being scribe, to himself should write the letter?
Valentine. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself?
Speed. Nay, I was rhyming: ’tis you that have the reason.”
William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona

The Importance of Sanitation, and Hygiene

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Originally posted on The sea and me:

Water is a basic necessity, and an important resource for sustaining life. The decline in water quality endangers the health of humans as well as the ecosystem. Clean drinking water, hygiene, and sanitation play an important part in maintaining health.

Contaminated water causes many water-borne infections like diarrhea, and also serves as a carrier for vectors such as mosquitoes spreading epidemics.

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