That. Energy and action. There is no action with energy; energy has no purpose unless it does something.
What is energy?
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Sri Krishna and Devi (Durga incarnation)
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That. Energy and action. There is no action with energy; energy has no purpose unless it does something.
What is energy?
Oh an outlier aye? Cool
Aupmanyav
Be your own guru
Yeah, I too find it difficult to associate Devi, Durga, Kali, even Mahalakshmi or Mahasaraswati with any male God. They are 'stand alones', much like the monotheist Gods.
Space/time/mass. The most difficult question in science. The secret knowledge of Brahman. IMHO, nobody got it.
Well, you know me. Lol.
There are two “competing” Devis.
One is the Devi Who holds a Mirror in Her hand. Her stories fill us with Wonder. As She tells us Her stories that take us to Other Worlds, She enhances the flavor by visions, holding up a Mirror before us, we look into the Mirror and as we stare deep into the Mirror which if we directly look into the oiled metal we see our face.
But She turns it slightly. Very slightly. Then we see a gray matter that turns silver, but then. A movement is seen in the Mirror. At first it could be a snake. But it is like smoke.
Indeed, it is a Smoke that moves and twists across the Mirror. We look more carefully.
Surely this Smoke is alive. Now it becomes many things. We see the motion in the Mirror, and it is alive, and soon is seen many things.
The Smoke is not in the Mirror, however. It is behind our head. There is an incense burner, with coals, and a powdered incense made from dried scorpions who never die even as they burn. An attractive smell comes from them.
But we cannot stop looking into the Mirror.
There is another Devi, she is nearby. She is the Smoke Thief.
This Devi steals the smoke. She comes very quietly, and stealthily comes up to the incense burner. She is also behind our head. She holds a cup upside down over the Smoke. All the smoke enters the cup and is gone.
Now we see nothing in the Mirror. We say to the Devi, where is the cobra I was observing in the Mirror? I could not take my eyes off its swaying and dance. Devi says, oh, that cobra was not real, it was only Smoke in My Mirrors. But then She turns the Mirror directly to our face, and we see our face. Time had passed. Who is that we ask?
You do not know, asks Devi? It is you. You have stared at the Cobra of Smoke for some time. Time passed, you do not recognize yourself it has been a long time. But now look.
Then She turns the Mirror a bit more the other way.
And there is the Smoke Thief Goddess. She is smiling, holding Her cup still upside down. We ask, Who is She? But we already know.
In this cup is all of your dreams, She says. The visions of a long time.
She turns the cup over. And the entire chamber is filled with smoke.
You cannot find your way. But it clears. And She is still standing there.
Anyway, someone told me this. But that person is strange. Who are these two Devis? The consorts of Surya, Saranyu and Chhaya. Saranyu is the Devi of Clouds and Smoke, Her Son is Yama the God of Death. And there is Chhaya, the Devi of Shadow. She holds a Mirror, and Her Son is Shani the Planet Saturn Who mounts the Raven.
One is the Devi Who holds a Mirror in Her hand. Her stories fill us with Wonder. As She tells us Her stories that take us to Other Worlds, She enhances the flavor by visions, holding up a Mirror before us, we look into the Mirror and as we stare deep into the Mirror which if we directly look into the oiled metal we see our face.
But She turns it slightly. Very slightly. Then we see a gray matter that turns silver, but then. A movement is seen in the Mirror. At first it could be a snake. But it is like smoke.
Indeed, it is a Smoke that moves and twists across the Mirror. We look more carefully.
Surely this Smoke is alive. Now it becomes many things. We see the motion in the Mirror, and it is alive, and soon is seen many things.
The Smoke is not in the Mirror, however. It is behind our head. There is an incense burner, with coals, and a powdered incense made from dried scorpions who never die even as they burn. An attractive smell comes from them.
But we cannot stop looking into the Mirror.
There is another Devi, she is nearby. She is the Smoke Thief.
This Devi steals the smoke. She comes very quietly, and stealthily comes up to the incense burner. She is also behind our head. She holds a cup upside down over the Smoke. All the smoke enters the cup and is gone.
Now we see nothing in the Mirror. We say to the Devi, where is the cobra I was observing in the Mirror? I could not take my eyes off its swaying and dance. Devi says, oh, that cobra was not real, it was only Smoke in My Mirrors. But then She turns the Mirror directly to our face, and we see our face. Time had passed. Who is that we ask?
You do not know, asks Devi? It is you. You have stared at the Cobra of Smoke for some time. Time passed, you do not recognize yourself it has been a long time. But now look.
Then She turns the Mirror a bit more the other way.
And there is the Smoke Thief Goddess. She is smiling, holding Her cup still upside down. We ask, Who is She? But we already know.
In this cup is all of your dreams, She says. The visions of a long time.
She turns the cup over. And the entire chamber is filled with smoke.
You cannot find your way. But it clears. And She is still standing there.
Anyway, someone told me this. But that person is strange. Who are these two Devis? The consorts of Surya, Saranyu and Chhaya. Saranyu is the Devi of Clouds and Smoke, Her Son is Yama the God of Death. And there is Chhaya, the Devi of Shadow. She holds a Mirror, and Her Son is Shani the Planet Saturn Who mounts the Raven.
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That is the number one thing I love about India - finding the story teller who gives the local version of Ramayana, Devi, on and on. This can also be found in some temples here is the US among American Hindus whom some are quite good at it.
Sometimes the teller is an Uncle. An elderly. Oh, they are good, the elderly. VERY good!
Sometimes a Guru. Or even a puppet master. An actor. Or a bum.
To listen is almost as wonderful as sitting on the floor and eating prashad with other Hindus - especially Indians - to the left and right and across the "runway" on the other side. The spoons of food, and the spoons of the wonderful stories - some SO FUNNY! - being served up.
THEN I AM IN HEAVEN ITSELF! Sometimes there are plays even at temples here.
There is NOTHING better ... than the storyteller. Sometimes I get my chance, too. And not bad at it, actually. The trick is to start off a bit off subject, then "pull them in". A bit of music before and after really helps. Do not forget the jokes. That is the nectar. Do not forget the devotion. That is the sugar. Do not forget the Gods. That is the honey. DO NOT EVER FORGET THE MOTHER. THAT is the DIAMONDS that light up the story. The ENERGY.
Sometimes the teller is an Uncle. An elderly. Oh, they are good, the elderly. VERY good!
Sometimes a Guru. Or even a puppet master. An actor. Or a bum.
To listen is almost as wonderful as sitting on the floor and eating prashad with other Hindus - especially Indians - to the left and right and across the "runway" on the other side. The spoons of food, and the spoons of the wonderful stories - some SO FUNNY! - being served up.
THEN I AM IN HEAVEN ITSELF! Sometimes there are plays even at temples here.
There is NOTHING better ... than the storyteller. Sometimes I get my chance, too. And not bad at it, actually. The trick is to start off a bit off subject, then "pull them in". A bit of music before and after really helps. Do not forget the jokes. That is the nectar. Do not forget the devotion. That is the sugar. Do not forget the Gods. That is the honey. DO NOT EVER FORGET THE MOTHER. THAT is the DIAMONDS that light up the story. The ENERGY.