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Before Life part 1
I remember even now, after many years of life, how it all began. How my story started with a dark journey that was meant to frighten me, even though I would be safe. I don't know exactly where I came from, but I remember following a path, guided by the angel who was meant to bring me into this world. I followed with confidence, impatience, and curiosity about what my life would be like.
Shortly after our journey on the road, we arrived near a well, where I followed my angel who opened a door on one of the walls, at the foot of a bridge. We entered together through that door, which magically transported us to a kind of purgatory. It was a dark place where the angel began to shine brightly and create visibility around us. I couldn't take more than five steps before I looked around and noticed that the place was inhabited by strange creatures with heads like large turtles and bodies like a mix between tigers and some long-extinct dinosaur. The creatures had dark blue skin and large spines on their backs, pointing forward as if they were meant to protect their heads and harm anyone who came into contact with them. Their paws were like those of lizards with big, black claws. The creatures were sent there due to their wickedness and dreadful deeds, their banishment serving as a punishment from God upon them. They were destined to spend an eternity in the pitch-black void of that dark place.
The creatures seemed to be in a state of hibernation, but shortly after we arrived, while the angel walked ahead of me and I tried to keep up with him, the creatures seemed to come back to life, emitting strange sounds that gradually filled me with fear. There were more of them than I could ever count, and the angel told me not to be afraid because as long as I was with him, the creatures wouldn't touch me. We moved among them, and they slightly moved aside, as if trying to create a path for us to pass, but as soon as we passed, they closed in behind us, erasing the path they had created.
I saw them watching us, and the angel continued to encourage me and tell me not to be afraid, but my soul couldn't help but grow more and more afraid. Then, sensing the fear that overwhelmed me, the angel made my legs feel heavier. The angel began to move away slowly, taking big steps while I felt how my fear reduced my steps and made them heavier. As the angel moved away, he took with him the light created by his presence, leaving me at the mercy of the darkness that slowly began to surround me, just like those creatures.
Shortly after our journey on the road, we arrived near a well, where I followed my angel who opened a door on one of the walls, at the foot of a bridge. We entered together through that door, which magically transported us to a kind of purgatory. It was a dark place where the angel began to shine brightly and create visibility around us. I couldn't take more than five steps before I looked around and noticed that the place was inhabited by strange creatures with heads like large turtles and bodies like a mix between tigers and some long-extinct dinosaur. The creatures had dark blue skin and large spines on their backs, pointing forward as if they were meant to protect their heads and harm anyone who came into contact with them. Their paws were like those of lizards with big, black claws. The creatures were sent there due to their wickedness and dreadful deeds, their banishment serving as a punishment from God upon them. They were destined to spend an eternity in the pitch-black void of that dark place.
The creatures seemed to be in a state of hibernation, but shortly after we arrived, while the angel walked ahead of me and I tried to keep up with him, the creatures seemed to come back to life, emitting strange sounds that gradually filled me with fear. There were more of them than I could ever count, and the angel told me not to be afraid because as long as I was with him, the creatures wouldn't touch me. We moved among them, and they slightly moved aside, as if trying to create a path for us to pass, but as soon as we passed, they closed in behind us, erasing the path they had created.
I saw them watching us, and the angel continued to encourage me and tell me not to be afraid, but my soul couldn't help but grow more and more afraid. Then, sensing the fear that overwhelmed me, the angel made my legs feel heavier. The angel began to move away slowly, taking big steps while I felt how my fear reduced my steps and made them heavier. As the angel moved away, he took with him the light created by his presence, leaving me at the mercy of the darkness that slowly began to surround me, just like those creatures.
EDELWEISS - Vol. I: The ALGORHYTHM - XX
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- Chapter I:
The ALGORHYTHM
XX.
“I wonder what is truly the difference between a slave and a free being, observing a society struggling to survive in the prison they created. The world seen through the eyes of a child, resembles a heavenly place, the philosophers say. But what if that child is being brought to the light in a different place than the greenery of which these quotes seems to arise and amaze the minds of the commoners? What seems to be then, the ultimate truths, for those who love and praise illusions?! When among these commoners, rise and quote from the tribunes, the well-known quotes saying about how to make a better world, or pursuit of happiness driven by positive thinking, brain working exercise and various techniques such as meditation, ensuring a prosperous life to everyone, I wonder, really, are all so blinded, or blindfolded from the truth? – for everything they have quoted for decades, it is a big, big, big Lie. Deceit. I wonder: how can they be so much deceived, to such point and to such an extent that when you even try to show them a glimpse of Reality which definitely contradicts everything they’ve quoting, you get disregarded as individual walking among them and trying to understand the world and do good deeds as you feel it, if not, in easiest cases, just ignored. Even more, the spirit of zealots seems to have taken new levels of domination, among these .. happy slaves – to be called properly, and not being rude at all, for there were times in which in order to defend these lies and everything that is rightfully called Deceit, they were even ready to use violence, or any sort of means such as a punishment for not aligning to their patterns, made-up beliefs, or claims. If there should be truly an understanding mind among these freedom-quoters, peace-makers, wisdom-teachers, disciples-of-light, and so on mixes of minds, hearts and strings of ideological precepts, - but no! just poor, pathetic imitators of all! Sometimes, it’s good to say art is a form of imitation, for such aspect of a definition is quietly suitable, for these times, in which everyone has to copy something or someone, rather than being original, or just calling being original what’s taken to extreme, such as something resembling ridiculous, obscene, out of contexts, outside the norms. But there is much truth, in all these behavioral patterns as well, for these people – commoners – which made a habit into imitation art, strengthen the illusion, which dominates their life. If truly, even the word Intelligence is reaching to a point of distortion that at some point it could be called wisdom something vulgar, profane, like any other short sentences or tries of wording like in a commercial advertising, then, indeed, that shows to what kind of value the society reached to be. For such lowest values on a negative scale, doesn’t indicate something else except that they were gradually led to such state of mind and heart, through social engineering and other forms of control. These are indicators of the lowest level of a society on the verge of collapse, the imminent failure being in plain sight. To wonder more, about who is truly free, and who is a slave, when none of these words does not carry the original values, in these modern times?!..”
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- Shall be continued…
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EDELWEISS - Vol. I/Chapter I: The ALGORHYTHM
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- Chapter I:
The ALGORHYTHM
XX.
“I wonder what is truly the difference between a slave and a free being, observing a society struggling to survive in the prison they created. The world seen through the eyes of a child, resembles a heavenly place, the philosophers say. But what if that child is being brought to the light in a different place than the greenery of which these quotes seems to arise and amaze the minds of the commoners? What seems to be then, the ultimate truths, for those who love and praise illusions?! When among these commoners, rise and quote from the tribunes, the well-known quotes saying about how to make a better world, or pursuit of happiness driven by positive thinking, brain working exercise and various techniques such as meditation, ensuring a prosperous life to everyone, I wonder, really, are all so blinded, or blindfolded from the truth? – for everything they have quoted for decades, it is a big, big, big Lie. Deceit. I wonder: how can they be so much deceived, to such point and to such an extent that when you even try to show them a glimpse of Reality which definitely contradicts everything they’ve quoting, you get disregarded as individual walking among them and trying to understand the world and do good deeds as you feel it, if not, in easiest cases, just ignored. Even more, the spirit of zealots seems to have taken new levels of domination, among these .. happy slaves – to be called properly, and not being rude at all, for there were times in which in order to defend these lies and everything that is rightfully called Deceit, they were even ready to use violence, or any sort of means such as a punishment for not aligning to their patterns, made-up beliefs, or claims. If there should be truly an understanding mind among these freedom-quoters, peace-makers, wisdom-teachers, disciples-of-light, and so on mixes of minds, hearts and strings of ideological precepts, - but no! just poor, pathetic imitators of all! Sometimes, it’s good to say art is a form of imitation, for such aspect of a definition is quietly suitable, for these times, in which everyone has to copy something or someone, rather than being original, or just calling being original what’s taken to extreme, such as something resembling ridiculous, obscene, out of contexts, outside the norms. But there is much truth, in all these behavioral patterns as well, for these people – commoners – which made a habit into imitation art, strengthen the illusion, which dominates their life. If truly, even the word Intelligence is reaching to a point of distortion that at some point it could be called wisdom something vulgar, profane, like any other short sentences or tries of wording like in a commercial advertising, then, indeed, that shows to what kind of value the society reached to be. For such lowest values on a negative scale, doesn’t indicate something else except that they were gradually led to such state of mind and heart, through social engineering and other forms of control. These are indicators of the lowest level of a society on the verge of collapse, the imminent failure being in plain sight. To wonder more, about who is truly free, and who is a slave, when none of these words does not carry the original values, in these modern times?!..”
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- Shall be continued…
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EDELWEISS - Vol. I/Chapter I: The ALGORHYTHM
WINE AS A RELIGIOUS RITUAL
In ancient Egypt, wine was used as an offering to the gods to symbolise power to revitalise and rebirth. They saw a connection between wines red colour and the blood of Osiris, the God of the afterlife.
So, red wine was not something unique to the biblical story of the last supper and Jesus's comparison of blood and wine, it was a ritual that already existed many years before.
So, red wine was not something unique to the biblical story of the last supper and Jesus's comparison of blood and wine, it was a ritual that already existed many years before.
EDELWEISS - Vol. I: The ALGORHYTHM - Beginning [II]
EDELWEISS
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- Chapter I:
The ALGORHYTHM
( - )
Beginning
“I know the feeling of being alive. Divisions of glimpses within what is Reality. I have known what means to be dead whilst alive, or to have the impression of living whilst actually dying. I have been acquainted with the feeling of illness in a world in which there is no cure, except Reality. But to embrace such a Reality which surpasses human knowledge, - what price, must be paid, really?! With what price, comes such an insight, so deep that you could not even find whom to share it with, or… if there would be someone, to make an equation like one in a billion?! To what range and to what extent, the radius of circle, could expand, in further developing a spherical ensemble?! So alike, when you reach to a point in which understanding must be acquired in order to survive, but so cruel, so harsh, to realize, finally, that a dot – a simple dot, in time and space, becomes pointless if no meaning, if no reason, for its origin. For either the world is too big enough, either, it becomes smaller and smaller. Like the common saying with “nobody knows the truth because the truth is that nobody knows what truth really is” – but that is merely, an illusion of knowing, for this is particularity of how one perceives the notions. Within all these, Reality was, is and will be the same. One can not deny what’s obvious, without to live with the consequences of its own denial, and so forth, one can see, hear or feel whatever finds suitable, to its own benefit, without being concerned with what’s really going on far of its comfort zone, although will come the time to face everything when less expected, or just dealing with the facts at the right moment of time, in comprehension of Reality and its own role…
The world looks different, in times of being alive. I’m asking myself: does really the parameters of life change the way one feels?! That’s because… there are, at some point, special circumstances, in which one, aware or not, finds it way back. Or, were my personal impressions?!.. No, that can’t be right. I can distinguish, within illusions, from time to time. The little I may know, but that’s enough. I ask, finally: what difference is found in one eye looking to the world, in one ear hearing in what consists the world, in one’s heart in order to perceive within the world?..”
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- Shall be continued…
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EDELWEISS - Vol. I/Chapter I: The ALGORHYTHM
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- Chapter I:
The ALGORHYTHM
( - )
Beginning
“I know the feeling of being alive. Divisions of glimpses within what is Reality. I have known what means to be dead whilst alive, or to have the impression of living whilst actually dying. I have been acquainted with the feeling of illness in a world in which there is no cure, except Reality. But to embrace such a Reality which surpasses human knowledge, - what price, must be paid, really?! With what price, comes such an insight, so deep that you could not even find whom to share it with, or… if there would be someone, to make an equation like one in a billion?! To what range and to what extent, the radius of circle, could expand, in further developing a spherical ensemble?! So alike, when you reach to a point in which understanding must be acquired in order to survive, but so cruel, so harsh, to realize, finally, that a dot – a simple dot, in time and space, becomes pointless if no meaning, if no reason, for its origin. For either the world is too big enough, either, it becomes smaller and smaller. Like the common saying with “nobody knows the truth because the truth is that nobody knows what truth really is” – but that is merely, an illusion of knowing, for this is particularity of how one perceives the notions. Within all these, Reality was, is and will be the same. One can not deny what’s obvious, without to live with the consequences of its own denial, and so forth, one can see, hear or feel whatever finds suitable, to its own benefit, without being concerned with what’s really going on far of its comfort zone, although will come the time to face everything when less expected, or just dealing with the facts at the right moment of time, in comprehension of Reality and its own role…
The world looks different, in times of being alive. I’m asking myself: does really the parameters of life change the way one feels?! That’s because… there are, at some point, special circumstances, in which one, aware or not, finds it way back. Or, were my personal impressions?!.. No, that can’t be right. I can distinguish, within illusions, from time to time. The little I may know, but that’s enough. I ask, finally: what difference is found in one eye looking to the world, in one ear hearing in what consists the world, in one’s heart in order to perceive within the world?..”
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- Shall be continued…
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EDELWEISS - Vol. I/Chapter I: The ALGORHYTHM
Believing in the text of old books?
Religions are created to give uneducated people an explanation for the questions they should not ask themselves.
It is a matter of knowledge and clear thinking.
They ( the religious leaders) just tell us the parts they want people to know and repeat them endlessly, that is the basic of a brainwash, right.
What about all the other , contradictional parts that are never talked about, what about the missing books in the present bible?
What about the contradictional texts, the lack of historical facts, the misinterpretation of geology.
The lack of hard facts.
The way the books are written makes every text open for a various interpretation.
What makes it even more confusing.
The books are composed of various stories and texts, and re-re-re-written thousants of times in the last 1500 years.
There is no verification of any text, possible.
and you can imagine, how many times the texts are adapted and changed, because of the personal opinions of somebody.
People, question all they have been teaching/brainwashed you with.
Be critical, the texts were written in a time with a very very limited knowledge about all things.
The criminal part is, that the pollute children's minds with things they cannot verify or prove themselves.. And create a narrow minded generation.....
It that what we want?
It is a matter of knowledge and clear thinking.
They ( the religious leaders) just tell us the parts they want people to know and repeat them endlessly, that is the basic of a brainwash, right.
What about all the other , contradictional parts that are never talked about, what about the missing books in the present bible?
What about the contradictional texts, the lack of historical facts, the misinterpretation of geology.
The lack of hard facts.
The way the books are written makes every text open for a various interpretation.
What makes it even more confusing.
The books are composed of various stories and texts, and re-re-re-written thousants of times in the last 1500 years.
There is no verification of any text, possible.
and you can imagine, how many times the texts are adapted and changed, because of the personal opinions of somebody.
People, question all they have been teaching/brainwashed you with.
Be critical, the texts were written in a time with a very very limited knowledge about all things.
The criminal part is, that the pollute children's minds with things they cannot verify or prove themselves.. And create a narrow minded generation.....
It that what we want?
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POPE FRANCIS-SHOW WHITE FLAG. UKRAINE.
Surely, the Pope has got it wrong here. He is sending out a message to any country that is under attack to give up fighting back for their rights to resist an invader, and negotiate terms of peace. The perpetrator of any invasion would then be boosted by this advice and have added incentive to continue an illegal war. This statement by an authority such as the Pope could have a demoralising effect on the non offending country.
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God Heals the Earth part 1
Hello, my name is Aris, and this is my story.
In a distant time, I lived in a small village with hardworking and generous people, or united, as some might say. Of course, in any community, there were a few "bad apples," but that's not what this is about. From my teenage years, I knew that faith had much more to offer than people believed. So, I promised myself that I would nurture my faith in God as much as I could, strengthening the roots of this tree called Faith until it reached towards the heavens and bore fruit.
Two years later, something happened that was initially hard for me to believe, even for myself. One day, I started experiencing excruciating headaches and dizziness. I sat on the ground, leaning against a tree, and instinctively touched the left side of my head (even though I am right-handed). Suddenly, it felt as if an electric current flowed through my hand, and something told me to touch the ground with my right hand. I listened to my inner voice, and as soon as I touched the ground, the headache transformed into a current that ran through my left hand, pressed against my forehead, then through my body, and finally, my right hand, which reached into the earth. That was the moment when I fully recovered.
Confused about what had happened, I went home and lay down in bed, suspecting that what had occurred would change my life. A few months later, some children were playing in the village, running around. One of them fell and hurt his right knee. Seeing him cry, I felt compassion and wanted to help him somehow. So, I decided to try to take away his pain as I had done with my headache.
Not sure if it would work or not, I approached him and asked if he would allow me to look at his knee. As soon as I touched the boy's foot, I had a vision of a red cloud somehow residing in his knee, and it began to transfer from his knee into my hand, through my body, and into my right hand, which I immediately directed towards the ground. The red cloud flowed into the earth at that spot. The boy stopped crying just moments before his mother arrived, informed by the other children. The child then said that he no longer felt any pain.
A frail old man who had been observing me from the shadow of his house called me over. I got up from the ground and approached him. He then said, "Make a cross for the sick earth."
In a distant time, I lived in a small village with hardworking and generous people, or united, as some might say. Of course, in any community, there were a few "bad apples," but that's not what this is about. From my teenage years, I knew that faith had much more to offer than people believed. So, I promised myself that I would nurture my faith in God as much as I could, strengthening the roots of this tree called Faith until it reached towards the heavens and bore fruit.
Two years later, something happened that was initially hard for me to believe, even for myself. One day, I started experiencing excruciating headaches and dizziness. I sat on the ground, leaning against a tree, and instinctively touched the left side of my head (even though I am right-handed). Suddenly, it felt as if an electric current flowed through my hand, and something told me to touch the ground with my right hand. I listened to my inner voice, and as soon as I touched the ground, the headache transformed into a current that ran through my left hand, pressed against my forehead, then through my body, and finally, my right hand, which reached into the earth. That was the moment when I fully recovered.
Confused about what had happened, I went home and lay down in bed, suspecting that what had occurred would change my life. A few months later, some children were playing in the village, running around. One of them fell and hurt his right knee. Seeing him cry, I felt compassion and wanted to help him somehow. So, I decided to try to take away his pain as I had done with my headache.
Not sure if it would work or not, I approached him and asked if he would allow me to look at his knee. As soon as I touched the boy's foot, I had a vision of a red cloud somehow residing in his knee, and it began to transfer from his knee into my hand, through my body, and into my right hand, which I immediately directed towards the ground. The red cloud flowed into the earth at that spot. The boy stopped crying just moments before his mother arrived, informed by the other children. The child then said that he no longer felt any pain.
A frail old man who had been observing me from the shadow of his house called me over. I got up from the ground and approached him. He then said, "Make a cross for the sick earth."
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God Heals the Earth part 2
Confused, I looked at the old man, not understanding what he meant (of course, it was normal since it was only the second time I had done this). Then the old man continued, "I know what you did, but you must give the earth a chance to be healed. Once again, make the sign of the Holy Cross on that piece of land three times. Because that way, God will heal the earth."
I made the cross on the earth as the old man had taught me, thanked him for the lesson, and left. One year later, people in the village were talking about a new healer who had appeared. Little did they know that it was me they were talking about.
It didn't take long until a woman came to my doorstep, desperately knocking and shouting, "Healer, come with me! My daughter is sick, and you're my last hope." I went outside, and when the woman saw me, she hurriedly left, but not before throwing me a look that seemed to say, "Follow me." I followed her to her house, where we entered, and I saw her daughter lying in bed, writhing in pain in her abdominal area.
I knelt beside the poor girl's bed and asked, "May I touch you?"
The girl responded with a weak voice, "Yes, please, help me. The pain is unbearable. Make it go away."
I placed my hand on the girl's stomach and the other hand on the floor. Immediately, I saw a dark cloud, traversed by countless electrical energies. I tried to redirect the pain towards the earth through my body, but I felt a force pulling it back, weakening me. I then told the girl's mother, "This healing will be difficult, and I feel it draining my strength. I will need nourishment to regain my energy."
"Of course," the woman replied, "I will offer you the best I have."
After a good few minutes of "struggle," I managed to remove the girl's pain and illness, and she started feeling much better. However, I felt so weakened that I could barely stand and had to drag my feet to the table filled with food. After eating and feeling my energy gradually returning, I made three crosses on the ground and headed for the exit. At that moment, the girl's mother stopped me and asked, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart, but why did you make the sign of the cross towards the ground?"
I replied, "I heal people, and the Lord heals the earth," and I walked out the door of the house.
I made the cross on the earth as the old man had taught me, thanked him for the lesson, and left. One year later, people in the village were talking about a new healer who had appeared. Little did they know that it was me they were talking about.
It didn't take long until a woman came to my doorstep, desperately knocking and shouting, "Healer, come with me! My daughter is sick, and you're my last hope." I went outside, and when the woman saw me, she hurriedly left, but not before throwing me a look that seemed to say, "Follow me." I followed her to her house, where we entered, and I saw her daughter lying in bed, writhing in pain in her abdominal area.
I knelt beside the poor girl's bed and asked, "May I touch you?"
The girl responded with a weak voice, "Yes, please, help me. The pain is unbearable. Make it go away."
I placed my hand on the girl's stomach and the other hand on the floor. Immediately, I saw a dark cloud, traversed by countless electrical energies. I tried to redirect the pain towards the earth through my body, but I felt a force pulling it back, weakening me. I then told the girl's mother, "This healing will be difficult, and I feel it draining my strength. I will need nourishment to regain my energy."
"Of course," the woman replied, "I will offer you the best I have."
After a good few minutes of "struggle," I managed to remove the girl's pain and illness, and she started feeling much better. However, I felt so weakened that I could barely stand and had to drag my feet to the table filled with food. After eating and feeling my energy gradually returning, I made three crosses on the ground and headed for the exit. At that moment, the girl's mother stopped me and asked, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart, but why did you make the sign of the cross towards the ground?"
I replied, "I heal people, and the Lord heals the earth," and I walked out the door of the house.
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A real story of a place where water of a river turn red during a mensuration of goddess durga
Kamakhya temple is one of the oldest Shakti peetha in India. It is situated on the Nilachal hill in Guwahati,Assam.
The story behind Kamakhya temple is quite interesting. It's about Hindu God Shiva and Sati.
Once Sati fraught with Shiva to attend her father's great Yagna,where they both were not invited purposefully. Sati went alone to the Yagna. There she was insulted by her father and also he spoke ill about Shiva. Unable to bear the insult Sati jumped in to the sacrificial fire of the Yagna. Shiva got to know about the incident,he couldn't control his anger. Carrying his wife's burnt corpse he went on a rampage with his dance of destruction. Which we all know as Tandav. All God and Goddess were in fear. They all went to Vishnu to get any help. Then Vishnu sent his Chakra and cut burnt body of Sati,in order to calm Shiva.
It's believed that Sati's body parts fell in 108 different places across India. Today they are known as Shakti peetha.
The place where her womb and va*ina fell,is what today's Kamakhya temple.
The Ambubachi Mela is an annual mela celebrated during assamese month Ahaar. It is the celebration of the yearly menstruation course of goddess Kamakhya. It is believed that during that time the water of Brahmaputra near the temple turns red. There is no idol of the deity inside the temple. But she is worshipped in the form of a YONI like stone instead over which a natural spring flows.
This is the story which I have heard from childhood. Apart from this, it's a very beautiful and peaceful place to visit.
Thank you.
The story behind Kamakhya temple is quite interesting. It's about Hindu God Shiva and Sati.
Once Sati fraught with Shiva to attend her father's great Yagna,where they both were not invited purposefully. Sati went alone to the Yagna. There she was insulted by her father and also he spoke ill about Shiva. Unable to bear the insult Sati jumped in to the sacrificial fire of the Yagna. Shiva got to know about the incident,he couldn't control his anger. Carrying his wife's burnt corpse he went on a rampage with his dance of destruction. Which we all know as Tandav. All God and Goddess were in fear. They all went to Vishnu to get any help. Then Vishnu sent his Chakra and cut burnt body of Sati,in order to calm Shiva.
It's believed that Sati's body parts fell in 108 different places across India. Today they are known as Shakti peetha.
The place where her womb and va*ina fell,is what today's Kamakhya temple.
The Ambubachi Mela is an annual mela celebrated during assamese month Ahaar. It is the celebration of the yearly menstruation course of goddess Kamakhya. It is believed that during that time the water of Brahmaputra near the temple turns red. There is no idol of the deity inside the temple. But she is worshipped in the form of a YONI like stone instead over which a natural spring flows.
This is the story which I have heard from childhood. Apart from this, it's a very beautiful and peaceful place to visit.
Thank you.
Upcoming for 2024: RAW – Vol. I
RAW
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Vol. I
Foreword.
“Are you ready
to face Reality?..
Make sure your mind
doesn’t snap
for what may be found
behind the veil -“
“We create
the very monsters,
the shining stars,
or the darkest beasts, –
the advocates of evil,
the emissaries of peace,
the disciples of darkness,
or the teachers of fame, –
We give you
the heroes,
the leaders, the rulers,
the villains, to idolize and worship,
regardless of a tyrant,
or just a puppet master, –
one that will serve another,
or made to slain, to plunder, –
We build
the highest towers,
or torn apart a kingdom,
We change
new reigns or scepters,
as thrones beset to fall…”
“The psychopathic trait in tyrants dominion is to watch those deceived with contentment over their servitude; in their blindness, the servants justify even the very acts of horrors, under the edicts of lawlessness, in obedience to their masters; thus, “the perfect slave” is being created: the slave who is so brainwashed that can’t even recognize itself as slave, although all the evidences being brought forth by the very Reason and Sense of Logic.”
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New Projects to be started around the year 2024,
RAW – Vol. I being already planned.
Book series featuring a Reality check, divided on more chapters. Prose and other writings.
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Vol. I
Foreword.
“Are you ready
to face Reality?..
Make sure your mind
doesn’t snap
for what may be found
behind the veil -“
“We create
the very monsters,
the shining stars,
or the darkest beasts, –
the advocates of evil,
the emissaries of peace,
the disciples of darkness,
or the teachers of fame, –
We give you
the heroes,
the leaders, the rulers,
the villains, to idolize and worship,
regardless of a tyrant,
or just a puppet master, –
one that will serve another,
or made to slain, to plunder, –
We build
the highest towers,
or torn apart a kingdom,
We change
new reigns or scepters,
as thrones beset to fall…”
“The psychopathic trait in tyrants dominion is to watch those deceived with contentment over their servitude; in their blindness, the servants justify even the very acts of horrors, under the edicts of lawlessness, in obedience to their masters; thus, “the perfect slave” is being created: the slave who is so brainwashed that can’t even recognize itself as slave, although all the evidences being brought forth by the very Reason and Sense of Logic.”
2024+ ©Th3Mirr0r
New Projects to be started around the year 2024,
RAW – Vol. I being already planned.
Book series featuring a Reality check, divided on more chapters. Prose and other writings.
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