Because I do not believe that anyone ever dies, I took the prediction as well as the confirmation in my stride. We are eternal spirit and so-called death is merely the casting off of the mortal body; the soul – atman – within is eternal and deathless. Resigned to the thought of leaving this existence at the ripe age of 73, I thought no more of the prediction over the years until September, 2002.
In his second epistle to his friend Bala, Vivek muses about the history of the Tamils, their evacuation from their sinking homeland, the ancient Tamil “myth” of Kumari Kandam.
Attached to this so-called mythical narrative is the depiction of the formless with Form, the endless dance within the atom (which Charles Darwin called the etym … how prescient was he?) of swirling neutrons, protons and electrons. The unknown artificer of the Dancing Nadaraja encircled the God within boundaries of fire. Salt sea and sunken lands aside, Vivek takes his friend Bala from Holy Arunachala to Puttaparthi, to the archipelago of islands spanning the waters up to Japan and possibly to Hawaii.
Now read on: The Homage of Shiva
Vivek has been corresponding with a childhood friend for many years; a friend who is mostly suspicious and sometimes, dismissive of Vivek’s pursuits and labours in the spiritual arena. Why, petals are falling from his small home shrine daily, as he writes. Vivek is happy to share his knockabout and somewhat amusing introduction to the Vedas and Vedic Religion with his childhood friend, here, on the World Wide Web in this humble blog. So this day, we commence the Mists of Maya, Vivek’s letters to his childhood buddy.
Less than a week ago on Sunday, 15th December, the remains of perhaps the most popular and universally-loved statesman of all time, Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, lovingly called by his Xhosa tribal name Madiba by many around the world, was laid to rest in his home village of Qunu in the Eastern Cape. What follows are reflections by a former media advisor to President Mandela on the invisible hand of the architect of Cosmic Harmony … and the soul blueprint of Mandela.
VivekAnanda has been residing in the township of Puttaparthi – where Shiva and Parvthi guard the gates to this abode of highest peace. Vivek shares his reflections on life, the power of thoughts, reincarnation, soul evolution and other matters.
Reflecting on his nine years residing in the township of Puttaparthi – the home of the Sai Avatar – VivekAnanda shares reflections on relationships, his work with the Agastya Astrologer Sai Bharathi, and the end of Kali Yuga and the coming Golden Age.
Within two fleeting hours this morning, the ancient Deccan village of Puttaparthi, once remote in the bucolic backwoods of a fabled land for untold centuries until the 23rd of November, 1926, became inextricably enmeshed in the web of history. On this day, this essentially humble peasant village became immortalised in the highest spiritual traditions of India and mankind.
India has been my home for five months now, the longest I’ve ever lived here. I thought I should write a summary of my observations to date, especially with regard to economic growth. This is important if you are to understand the forces at work on this huge sub continent.