In a very well-articulated mail, a friend of mine has objected to my mentioning a particular religion in an earlier Facebook post. While I accept the brickbats and angry rants as floral tributes to my perspective, I shall re-iterate my reminiscence of a daily event happening in a religious shrine of prayers because it is true and I don't see any reason as to why I should back off.
This is what I had written : "I've grown up listening to megaphones of a local religious place of Prayers,shouting 5 times a day,7 days a week, that its god is the only god, & all non-believers(in the god specified)are Kaffers..never had an issue.."
Let's cut the cheese - I'm talking about a Mosque and the religion is Islam. My view was a reaction to a TV debate where India was repeatedly called a "Brahmanical state". I refuse to accept that though I'm not a Brahmin but a cross between a Brahmin and a Vaidya and I don't care a hoot about that as long as I have the right to exist as a human being with Freedom of Thought and Expression. And no I am not communal, but I'm not willing to take SHit being spoken about my country on national television where people of another country are voicing opinions over video conference.
I brand myself as a spiritual person in privacy and I don't believe in Religion, or rather in the "organized execution of religious chores" as statutory in everyday household life - though I'm not intolerant to that. I've grown up in such a household of a middle class background of extremely modest means, and I'm grossly intolerant to religious extremism.
Let's cut the crap and look around.
Jehadis are all over the place -- Al Quaida, Lashkar-e-Toiba, Jamaat-Ud-Dawah, Hizbul Mujaheedins, Indian Mujaheedins - genocidal suicide missions seem to be never-ending, (well the prospect of Sublime Biryani and 70 ethereal virgin belles have definitely made its point).
Looking through all these through a prism of logic creates a question in my mind : why are these barbarians continuing to take up arms, fight and bleed? What is the stake? What is the Core that should be neutralized, around which these blood thirsty bearded mercenaries continue to bay for blood and thump feet in their war-dance.
All eyes are on Pakistan -- host to all sorts of homicidal psychopaths as they continue to plot and plan, interacting with "rogue elements" , former army officers and ex-ISI, who are coming up as killing coaches to deliver human bombs in hundreds every day. Of course the country is bleeding badly itself because of its self-made mess.
While diplomatic and Military exercises are in full swing to get the better of these bearded two-legged man-eaters, I guess it will never be possible because the targets of drone-attacks and covert Navy Seals intrusion under cover of darkness do not make the Core.
The Psyche of a religious extremist has to be re-oriented. He must realize the futility of the 'spoils' of Holy War. And here is where Religion comes in, and the uncomfortable issue lies in everybody's mind perceptively too sensitive to be debated upon, possibly to even confront a variety of perspectives without an iota of hypocrisy.
Who is the ultimate instigator of all terror attacks, not to mention the more direct wars that India has had to fight against an implacable foe?
No, it's not Pakistan. While this country is a comfortable medium for all the bloodshed, it isn't the ultimate cause. The ultimate cause of all this wasteful, mindless violence, the ultimate cause behind the very creation of Pakistan itself is Religion -- in other words, God, or rather, the human perception of this Myth of Divinity. Let the perception stay -- the only thing is that it has to proper and correct.
Religion, or rather religious intolerance has wrecked havoc in India too. The demolition of the Babri Masjid is also, and even more obviously, a manifestation of theo-politics, the lethally vengeful politics of God. It is not geo-politics but theo-politics which has been responsible for brutal hostilities. Today everybody is playing theo-politics. And in doing so, we are all, willy-nilly, becoming pawns of the very game that we think we are playing. It is not Kasab, and the LeT and the Taliban, and the Al-Qaeda, and ISI, which exploit, and are, in inevitable turn, exploited by theo-politics.
We, in our own India, have also been increasingly held to ransom by the politics of religion - a viciously perverted sectarianism of a God with a schizophrenic, split psyche, divided along the razor-edge fault-lines of Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, Sikhism, Buddhism, Judaism, Zionism, and all possible 'isms' that man has invented to hide from Heaven's eyes the Hell he creates on earth.
It's not just the Taliban. It's its Indian qualitative stereo-image too : the mind behind certain offshoots of the Sangh-Parivar, is the practitioner and unwilling dupe of theo-politics, equally complicit in the propagation, as well as in being the victim of the politics of the religion of a divisive God. And it's a massive price that human civilisation as a whole (not individual societies, communities or races) has incurred in the name of Religion and a highly condemnable god who encourages genocide and fratricide. Religion has been twisted to accommodate the issue at hand.
Can humankind as a whole afford such a omnivorous god any longer? Perhaps it's time for those who believe in a mindless god-of whatever colour, creed, stripe or nomenclature-to pray to Him(or Her) to turn us all into atheists, or at least agnostics. We would no longer be required to believe in the name of a God, and by the grace of the same God, to kill each other to complete annihilation to His greater Glory, and could get on trying to deal with mundane, down-to-earth (and not up-to-heaven) problems like poverty, illiteracy, disease, gender-bias and eco-destruction.
All of you who swear every moment of your lives by some kind of Divinity or the other, seem to know the mind of His Schizophrenic Holiness by the back of your hands. And you are ever-ready to jump to attribute to His schizophrenic Cause, any phenomenon, or actions perpetrated within the civilized society, creating controversy. It is always perverse homicide or genocide, and all kinds of degradation to the deepest of nadirs, making a free man/woman/child subject to rape, paedophilia, pervert sexuality within a temple or a church, or child sacrifice.
However you can rest in peace, all of those believing in a God who allows vengeance....because this will not happen, of course.
The more troubled the times (and ours are very troubled indeed, what with global terror, pandemic disease, economic meltdown, greenhouse effect et al), the greater the premium that people pay to God as insurance cover.
I wrote this somewhere before : Fear and Religion are just two sides of the same coin since prehistory. Prehistoric hominids invented the gods to appease them because storm and lightning, draught and flood, fire and ice, frightened them. And we haven't changed much. Self-invented Fear over caste, race, gender clash and exploitation still hold us to random, and provide us with spurious excuses and enough mistrust to enable us with mutual hatred to fight and kill each other.
My words would have never come into existence if you really respected Religion. If you believe Religion is Truth, you should stand up to dissociate your Religion whenever crimes are committed in its name. Be it Hinduism or Islam or Buddhism or.. Etc etc.
Everytime a Hindu has sacrificed a baby girl in the name of Ram, or a Muslin has beheaded a fellow human being in the name of Allah, you have, just by your silence and cowardice, failed to condemn the evil, and most importantly failed to dissociate your Religion from these homophobic fanatics. It is you who have degraded the same religion and its holy teachings (-- those you are so religious about), into a malevolent god who doesn't seem to be the same harmless and hyper-hyped up bloke who believed in Creation of life.
At the moment, terrorism is going on rampantly again in the name of Allah, and societies who should be evolving in consciousness witnessing more respect in and towards humanity, are dragged back into its ancient perceptions when social law is replaced by Islamic law, allowing a neo-hedonism against which not a single Muslim leader has ever stood up. The factor is not Islam. It is the absence of sheer responsibilty of various religious leaders who didn't let the religion evolve and adapt to changing times.
*I have read all the holy texts that are existent now even the Tibetan Book of the Dead, having been pushed by my interest in history, prehistoric sociology and its wonderful concomittance with anthropology (specifically anthropo-biology & anthropo-bio-psyciology -- do these terms exist? I guess I was able to guide your attention to the intended direction..but have never found any chapter which lets these rituals to run amock )
Almost 200 years back, laws in Hindu society were sanctified by principles of ill-comprehended religious texts. Widows were socially tortured and raped by temple priests, little girls were married off to old pervert minds to keep alight the continuity of family line (degrading Woman to a vessel to impregnate and reproduce) -- mind you, this was actively facilitated by the girl's parents because the child, according to the Holy Scriptures would face ostracization if not married off before menarche!
Freshly widowed women were drugged, dragged and thrown into burning pyres to be roasted alive so that 'feminine sanctity' of the religious institution of marriage ( this barbarian thought still exists, still continues to be perceived) would be preserved to immortality. Her cries would be lost in the din of voices coming up from a dark void so pathetically devoid of soul, who perhaps sought refuge in the high-pitched rhetorical repetitions of religious incantations, when compassion and guilt threatened to fill up the dark void, persecuting any efforts of repentance.
Here I say, religion was used to justify acts of such cruelty. The mourning parents sought refuge from the pain of this barbaric cruelty, in a auto-hypnotised denial, where the religious rulers (the most debauched class in the early decades of the 19th century -- yes, as recent as that) would carry out mass brain-washing in the names of heaven and hell, virtue and vice, again using the 'opium for the masses' to serve their own vested interests including acts of debauchery including sexual exploitation of the simple-minded, unsuspecting village maidens and married women ( emancipation of the soul by consummation with 'God' through his holy emissary, the priests.)
As awareness grew, and formal education was actively pursued by the youth, the face of the 19th century renaissance (to be socially persecuted as the face of the renegade) guided by reformers. And they did hound out the barbarism, which had been an age-old inclusion in the socio-religious profile of communities, who carried out social repression by hiding behind pages of the holy texts. These were slowly pushed out by social reforms, (obviously the beginning was strongly attacked by Hindu fanatic zealots). It required a gigantic reformist process by men of wisdom who just didn't quit. Now barbarianism is not there officially. Hindus changed the holy texts by throwing the distorted rubbish.
Islam preaches tolerance too. I have read the Al-Sharif and Al-Hadish (It is important to know what one wishes to put subject to rationalization in context of contemporary trends. They act as milestones in the pathway along which Time guides sociological evolution to follow -- a constant continuity of the inevitable, not necessarily consistent though)
Going through the Scriptures of the Prophet, one has a distinct realization that its message is much more intolerant compared to the essence of other religions.
I would want to point out a very basic thematic truth. These Scriptures, in a way, form a code of conduct for the society of its patrons. I'm not at all qualified to qualify the divinity of the Scriptures. Yet the Scriptures are a brilliant commentary that provides insights into sociology of those times, and brilliant literature for studying 'comparative sociology', (if I'm allowed to put it that way, with no intention to distort the language inside the Palace,...well..as the language of Colonisation too.....)
I wouldn't hide that my perception is of lesser Divinity, and greater Reality as a social code of conduct. A social code of conduct which was laid down to be followed almost 900 years back cannot be expected to accommodate 21st century perceptions of Right and Wrong, of Morality and yes, Relevance too. The reality is that the scholars and religious leaders didn't update the text while everything was getting updated.
Religiosity need not be updated, but organized literature on sociology demands to be updated. One can't understand why there are so few Muslim reformist voices (that can affect) when genocide is carried out, or courts allow punishments like public flogging, stoning to death, amputation of limbs. If a Muslim doesn't feel nauseated to find out that he believes in the same religious beliefs which are exploited to wage war and are glorified in front of the entire world, the impression of Islam on the Non-Muslim shall continue to be perverse and cruel, nothing close to a divine consciousness who creates things.
While I might not give a hoot about the 'theme' around which a simple minded human being nourishes his devotion -- the innocent trust he puts on his personal god, I shall respect and defend his humane profile and freedom to Believe and to Trust in Faith. Denouncing Religion as a faith doesn't make me dishonour the Faith in the mind of a devotee.
God Is mighty Expensive. Too many innocent lives. Too much blood.
If Islam is updated, it will be upgraded too. I am sure the world would be a better place for peaceful coexistence of religions with more humane essence.
Till then GOD be DAMNED.
There are relationships , and there shall be, not formalized FOR society's peace, and flies on the wall keep humming to the tune of which we (me included at times) tap our toes over coffee. I am not putting illustrious examples here with names of minstrels, poets, writers, artists for that's not my purpose.
In such a relationship not vetoed by Society, no other woman suffers at the expense of another, no family disintegrates as collateral damage, no soul betrays the trust and respect of another. Even if such a relationship bears unblemished Love and spiritual exchanges of two egos and evolves in consciousness, nothing GOOD seems to come out FOR the society to glorify it. And if it's not GOOD, it has to be BAD - such is the dictum the "vociferous section" of our society follows.
I don't believe in ways Good or Bad. It's been my personal choice to look at things and evaluate them in my own incomplete, unfit, ill-endowed capacity in relevance of Correctness.
It's Right or Wrong for me - I don't have the audacity to even sermonize on the issue. I can only say - there seems to be a constant process of extrapolation of the two abstracts of Good and Bad with time, rather with "the times they are a'changing" and relevant issues even exchange sides of the fence where Judgment of Morality is seated.
Nothing lies in such a relationship for me to cry foul. It's just that I find NOTHING INCORRECT here.
Fellow Indian citizens,
This follows my last blog post.
I'm NOT preaching war, no way - but there's got to be a strong exemplary system/policy of DETERRENCE, so that no state takes us for granted. As my friend, Bhaskar Banerjee aptly put it and strengthened my point : Controlled aggression - every country's political status and diplomatic maneuvers percolate into it's military forces - that's what the army is for - a resolution in the United Nations dictum controls it.
Who wants bloodshed? No true Indian - Not you, not me. But if I am shot at by a Pak coward unprovoked, I will, rather I SHALL pump in a couple of bullets before biting mine. That will prevent/deter a similar episode happening tomorrow to a fellow citizen. Fence-sitters can even mutilate my corpse for being a violent citizen - to that I shall be strumming my gently weeping guitar serenading my mates with Lennon's IMAGINE. In Hell.
This candyfloss peace talks are a complete sham, and it's time we start giving back PAKISTAN - a rogue state of with double-faced deluded bastards, a taste of their own potion OUR way. It's time to act BIG BROTHER and flex muscles around. Not a single word of members of the Pak civil society taking part in Aman ki Asha - if they are scared, they are not welcome. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!
PAKISTAN is a rogue state. Exercising military rights is not keen to brute violence. In that case NATO is a rogue violent organization. So is USA, so was UK during Falkland war. What did Bush Sr do, Bush Jr do, and what is Obama doing? Still pulling troops out of Af-Pak? What is USA doing with drone operations? Have they all fallen in respect? And the people they are going after have not infiltrated USA's territory.
What has happened in India is not a cease fire violation. They infiltrated our territory in J & K. Military intervention is an extension of interstate politics. Playing football with a severed head of an Indian soldier is not military conduct.
Of course, Violence doesn't end violence. But if a slap in the ear is answered with a kick between the legs of a local hoodlum, the neighbourhood can be peaceful. India is not duty bound to produce martyrs by the dozen every six months. The Pakistani Army has got rogue elements.
It's not about invading some Pakistan as US, UK have done, it's about protecting our borders. They came 600 metres into Indian territory, killed 2 soldiers, mutilated their bodies badly, beheaded one of them
What I am talking about is no knee-jerk reaction. A minor knee jerk reaction would have wiped out the state of Pakistan after 26/11 in that case.
Being in touch with ground reality is important. While these "skirmishes" take place, 200-250 Jihadi terrorists are covertly exported across the border.
Why do countries have the military forces in the first place? To promote violence? Then all countries should fall in respect in our eyes. Should we denounce USA for drone attacks right now which is killing civilians too?
Indian citizens must be conscious of Indian polity without bring politically biased. AND react in an organised way when India's borders- OUR SOVEREIGNTY is breached.. by whoever,espeacially by a rogue state whose army doesn't know how to follow The Geneva Convention.
* The Indian Army is there to preserve democracy, not to practice it.
It was a very pleasant moment today evening when I suddenly came across this a well known Hindi movie song while reminiscing good old days gone by.(a favourite passtime of mine)
No day is like the one before. There's always something fresh and new - that is the Nature of Nature, Nature of Creation. It's upto us to identify it to use it to our advantage. But one thing I've known - you can identify it if you seek for it. There's no coin without a flip side -- just like there can't be evil without good, despair without hope, or death without life.
So today I heard the song anew, trembled inside, wondering what new has come with today's song. I didn't find any.
"AYE MAALIK TERE BANDE HUM" - It would be foolish if I try to analyze the song, its melody, the lyrics, the voice. Every generation has got this song in its marrow, which comes from the most poignant of sequences from V Shantaram's classic "Do Aankhein Bara Haath".
This is the most intense prayer-song I've ever heard. Being a cross between an Atheist & a Pantheist, my personal take on "Maalik"'s Nature, constitution, form, relevance and intent might vary extremely from that which is conventional & popular, and I've got my share of brickbats for that - simply speaking ostracization in every possible aspect of life in every possible way.
But that doesn't take away my right to comment on God's song with intent. It is my Freedom of Thought, Freedom to opine, Freedom to take a standpoint that gives some meaning to an otherwise sustained biophysiological process that makes in reality a truth - I am an human being.
And that's what matters.
I see in this song, the glorification of humankind - how wonderfully sublime and pure the attributes of humility, submission, loyalty, respect & faith of human mind. It reveals what Man/Woman possesses since birth, and how sincerely unconditional man's Love can be. It gets lost in deceipt, anger, greed, lust for power from era to era but perhaps it's these attributes that always sees Man through dark times to prevail in Love & Peace.
I see "Maalik" in Man's heart itself.
Ah This is fascinating!
A friend mailing to me in the dead of the night, asking me about Conditionalities. I wouldn't have bothered to go through the entire mail, had it not been for the subject around which the conditionality exists. Or should I use the word "precondition"?
It's about Love.
I knew love was in the air. I mean love in the lives of my friend and, obviously my friend's friend who incidentally is also my friend. So I can't be biased.
Love has been sublime, love has been bliss, love turns to sublime bliss - it was a movie to me every time I used to hear from them. I was happy for them. Maybe it filled up, rather boyishly, a void inside me (which, by the way, is not very eager to be filled up; it would have been a shockingly audacious effort if it did, if one did an inspection of my own life as far as 'Conjugality' is concerned... Well all sorts of "spection exercises" - intro/retro/circum/pre/post/intra - spection that is)
They are two different human beings. Living in two different countries - eager to get 'knotted. The prodigal Nuptial Knot.
And Conditionalities come to the surface now - The Zero Tolerance factor :
-"you better cut your hair,"
-"you better stop your fetish for branded bags"
-"you better start exercising, I don't like that paunch"
-"you better start polishing your shoes twice a day"
-"you better get used to the tube"
It was so refreshening. I used to smile as I read the mails from both of them. Love can be conditional after all. You impose these tweety sweety conditions and you get two human beings, more improved, more humble, with hearts more beautiful than ever before.
* OF COURSE LOVE IS CONDITIONAL.
And they must've whispered to each other,
--- "Nothing can stop me. You are my world. Take me anywhere with you, just be with me. Just be there for me, and even if I live in Hell, I shall make it Heaven for you."
And
--"yes sweetheart, it's you I want. No matter where you are, no matter what you do, I shall be beside you forever.."
(now was that romantic enough? The words I mean - I am a no gooder in "love coochie coo"s.)
Oh oh problem problem - can't life be a bit more perfect for beautiful hearts? That's what tonight's teary-eyed mail tells me.
"hey I can't possibly get settled in your country? Love shall be at its own place, happen whatever may, I can't go join your world. I don't like it, love or not.."
Oh yes LOVE IS C.........
* CAN LOVE, TRUE LOVE BE CONDITIONAL?
Geographically preconditioned? I don't know. I wish I did.
Did that quivering voice from Liverpool sing,
"Imagine there's no country
It's easy if you try...."?
Or did the barritone from Memphis soulfully sing about Heartbreak Hotels?
I'm expecting a second mail. I've made up my mind. I was talking about Nuptial Knots. If my pathetic wretched friends want my advice, I would be Alexander and cut it. The Gordian Knot.
Now ain't I mean? I mean I am mean enough to believe Love is Unconditional. I would believe in the unconditionality of Love till my dying breath. All in the name of The Crazy Little Thing Called Love..
Oops was that mercurial Freddie?
4th January,2013
To
The Mother of A Martyr,
Ranchi.
Ma,
Just hours back I came to know through TV news channel that your son SRIKANT BHARADWAJ was thrashed mercilessly with iron rods eventually to death by 10 men.
SRIKANT, fearless, had rushed to save his neighbour, a woman, hearing her screams, from getting raped by the 10 men.
No words can ever comfort you from the painful pangs of that insufferable bereavement that stab your soul without mercy at the moment.
SRIKANT is a martyr at the alter of Freedom. He shall never come back Ma. You will never get to embrace him again. You have lost your son forever.
BUT you will never be without a son. You have your sons all over India, who mourn their brother's loss, sons who are a bit closer to ground reality where such heinous crimes are relevant.
There shall be 100 times the number, of men who shall look the other way, comfortably placed in the confines of their own homes. Forgive them Ma.
SRIKANT'S martyrdom shall not go in vain. He is a Hero and shall remain so forever.
VEER PRASABINI BHABO
Don't cry Ma,
--- your son
I, being an avid reader - the best dope for the introvert, quiet boy would hide into, to avoid the real world, to spend more time in the realm of dreams, & self-constructed fantasy world.
From a very early age I made a stupid set of "readers' rules", for myself, perhaps to increase my devotion, surrendering to the 'feet' to The World of Letters, and pray that more and more books, let not books fly away from my world ; (now I know that it was 'bribery' that I had sinned by.)
But I learnt the ceremonial acts watching my mother, as she would try to create an air of sacrosanct auspice, surrendering herself to the feet of her deity (or whatever represented the divine core that she payed allegiance to). (now I know that she had sinned of bribery too)
Coming back to the subject of this discussion, I would make my "rules of reading" quite strict to which i've been faithful all along.
One section of the queer legislation demanded if I'm reading a good book, I should be a faithful reader, and not get distracted - My juvenile idea of respect for books.
The first time I read the lines - I confess that I broke that "rule of faith" and that my eager perusal had a selfish motive. With every tingle of satiety that words provided, I thought of these eyes, and myself, sneaking out to remember my daughter, and not the gratification in a world where gentle words make rainbow colours and brittle notes of melody.
But the second perusal (which, I suspect, might be hosting Greed demanding Need-- maybe I wanted to commit the same sin again, escaping to hope for a reverie which shall be graced by my princess).
But this time Yeats had me on the mat.
Now that is what you call Sweet Surrender.
Thanks again friends.
"For bringing in Vintage feat,
At just the time I needed it,
I know nothing if the question is mine
About Etiquette and all and Vintage wine
But drink Vintage I love to do,
And just like the King
I enjoy The Vintage too.."
Yesterday I had this strange dream..
I dreamt that I was being born in this planet,in this time-space,but remembering everything.And my mother was giving me a discourse of what all things I shall have to forget to grow up into a 40yr.old man again.
Before she made me forget everything-those few seconds before I would become the helpless child newly-born with no memory ,I had flashes of information wracking my head. I remembered that I have no official religion and it doesn't even have a name.It shall never have one.But it is not an organised religion.Organised religion is God-in-a-Web, the Great Spider in the centre of a thousand doctrines and rituals and mandatory beliefs.And people die in that web.So I have a nameless disorganised religion.I must have Something then.
I have a way of finding what is true for me.It is an experimental personal philosophy.And it will never have a name. Because a name is just a label.As soon as there's a label,ideas disappear and there is label-worship and label-bashing. And instead of living by a theme of ideas,people begin dying for labels.That the world needs a new religion is the last thing I wish for. My experimental privacy does not have a symbol. If it did have one, it wouldn't be an Om ,a star,or a crescent.If it were to have one,it shall be a cross without the bar-because I don't like 'bars'.
A cross without the bar is the number One.One in binary arithmetic means Not-Nothing, an Is instead of Isn't.One is the number of Life,no matter how many dreams I have,of Life.
A cross without a bar is the Capital 'I'.It reminds me that this nameless path is my personalised thinking-not to be suggested by circumstances.
A cross without the bar is a Little 'i'.It reminds me there's a test,with a question that awaits the end of every dream I have.
And I was born again in time-space.How strange it felt,being born!Hours ago I was safe,floating, happy,systems working warm and well.Now the mind is a control room at nuclear breakdown-full emergency.A hundred terror-bright, death-red warnings flashing:"Breathe now or die.Eat now or die.Falls kill,fire kills,water kills,enemies in the dark."
Never before have I seen so many bright precautions, and now I am wide-open,vulnerabl e and powerless,and I can't even sob the word for "HELP"!
I felt my mother reassuringly close to me.I wanted her to stay close till I've checked out on the fears of danger."Tell me Ma what was I doing here?Did I pick this life for me,or did you?" Ma had answers, but all my questions were cries of a wailing new-born.The choice seemed to be to close my eyes,shut down all systems,and sleep.So this was space-time,Land of no Other Choice.It is all blurs now but the more one sees,the worse it gets.Here is hunger, and thirst, and cold.
She stroked my head,as she said,"Little one,the dragons outnumber you,and they lie.You can choose.You have two choices..One- call their bluff,don't listen to their limits.Close your eyes,lift your spirit,remember who you are,beyond space,beyond time,never born,never dying..."
I relaxed,and let go.
"..and the physical world will raise a fist in victory-Dead! All eyes to swear your tiny body unbreathing, all flingers agree no pulse,sign a scroll to call your victory death."
Another Choice: "Win by losing. Defore your outer walls break, as break they must,if you are to stay,build an inner place to protect your Truth. Protect the fact that you are infinite life. Protect that the world you know exists with your consent and for your good reasons.. Protect that your purpose and mission is to shine love in your own playful life."
"Wow! Great to be here!And so much to learn"-I thought."Good. Yes,mortals love to learn.And I shall always love to learn.This seemed to be my first learning."
FIGHT ON TILL VICTORY, YOU CAN GIFT IT TO THE MAN OR WOMAN BESIDE YOU....
