Little Drops Of The Ocean

Dev had a morning dream. In his dream, his grandpa visited his house and had breakfast with them. Soon after the breakfast, he bid good bye. Dev and his sister repeatedly pleaded him to stay back and tell them stories. But, grandpa seemed to be in a hurry. He told them, “Some other time, children, grandpa need to go”. And he left abruptly. Dev and his sister were crying when he was waving them good bye with a smile from his car. Later, he heard his father telling his mother, “He has moved on”. Grandpa has died. How can he die? How can he go so abruptly without more stories, hugs, kisses and cuddles? Dev cried and cried at the thought that he will never hear the loud laughter and enchanting stories of Grandpa. His sister, much smaller than him did not seem to be so affected and was immersed in waking up her dolls and preparing them for school.

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The disturbed Dev got up from his bed and walked downstairs. When the 13 year old Dev came to the breakfast table his father was busy reading the news paper. He gently uttered “good morning”. His father looked at him, hugged him with one hand, while holding the news paper with the other, and with a light kiss, whispered in his ears with overwhelming love “Good Morning. Shine Bright Dev. A beautiful day is waiting for you”. Papa is always optimistic and sunny in his disposition. When he saw that his eyes had a tear drop about to fall, he asked with curiosity. “Which of your super hero friends died last night? Did you have a bad night?” He said “No Papa. Grandpa came and left us in a hurry to die”. His father looked at Dev with curiosity. “Did grandpa die in your dream?” Dev nodded. Papa thought for a while, holding Dev in his arms. Then he said loudly – partially to his mother and partially to him and his sister “Get ready. We are going to see grandpa and grandma. We need to make sure he is OK”. Dev jumped with joy. After all, he is not dead. He was relieved that it was only a dream. Papa seemed to be in an exceptionally light and jovial mood. He was always full of enthusiasm and child-like. His mother always used to urge him to take life more seriously. He would laugh it off and always made the atmosphere light in the house with his laughter and enthusiasm. The greatest recipient of his fun loving nature was his sister, who adored him beyond comparisons.

Dev’s grandparents lived an hour and a half away from where they lived, in the suburbs of the city. On the way, they stopped at a vegan shop for a quick take away. Dev’s father was a staunch vegan and always insisted on vegan diet at home and outside. He always made it a point to explain to his children why we should not support or pay for the death of animals even indirectly. He also insisted on having no seed sprouts at home because “They are foetus of plants. Eating sprouts is equal to eating foetus”.

Mohanji vegan lifestyle

Since it was Saturday, the traffic on the road was much lesser than usual. They moved quite fast. When they pulled their car to the driveway, Grandpa was sitting in his usual chair at the portico with a news paper in hand. Dev was relieved to see him. He is alive and well! Nothing has changed. He got up when he saw the car of his son. Even though he was surprised at their unexpected arrival, he was delighted to see them at his doorstep as a morning surprise. He called his wife “Kamla, look here, we have loads of joy delivered with the morning newspaper for a change”. He laughed his usual loud laughter. It was time for hugs, kisses and cuddles. Dev’s father told him “Papa, Dev had a dream that you died. That is the reason for our quick trip to see you”. Grandpa looked at Dev. “Oh, Did I? Dev, Then who is hugging you now?”. Dev became shy as if his secret has been unceremoniously spilled by his father. Grandpa hugged him and said “I will surely die, but, not yet – some other day!” He laughed and winked at Dev. Dev had a tear in his eyes. When his mother and sister went with grandma into the house, and his father went inside to use the toilet, he hugged grandpa and said “I cannot leave you grandpa – I don’t want you to die”. Grandpa soothed his hair and said “Nobody leaves anybody my child. We have to leave this body and this role someday. We are always together. Remember, your grandpa will always live in your heart”. Grandpa sat down on his favourite easy chair and drew Dev close to him. A few years ago, Dev would be on grandpa’s lap. Now, he is a bit too big for that. He sat on the floor and rested his head on grandpa’s lap. Grandpa leaned forward and caressed his hair. They spoke for a while. While they were talking, Dev steadily drifted away and slipped off into a peaceful sleep.

Mohanji eternal soul..

He slept for a while, peaceful and dreamless with a lot of relief in his heart that his grandpa is well and he is in his arms. When he woke up, it was well past lunch time. He saw his father and grandfather seated at the first floor balcony and sharing jokes and laughing. After he had slept, someone had moved him to a bed.

He walked towards his Papa and Grandpa. Grandpa saw him and beckoned him to come near him. “Did you sleep well?” He nodded. “Did you dream that grandpa died again?”. He became shy and nodded “no”. He laughed aloud. Grandpa called grandma “Kamla, give this little big boy some delicious food” and winked at him. He walked towards the dining room, as his grandpa got back into the conversation with his father.

His father was very senior officer at the city administration board and perhaps the rare and only non-corrupt officer in the whole office. He always supported poor vendors, abandoned old and sick people, animals, and also the poor farmers.

When he returned back from lunch, grandpa told his papa, “now, leave us alone. I need to speak to this young man”. Papa smiled and left with a pat on Dev’s shoulder.

Grandpa said “Let us walk, Dev. Come with me. I shall show you the little buds and tiny leaves of the spring gardens. I shall show you how the mother birds feed their children and how the breeze distributes sunshine. Come with me.”

Dev and Grandpa started walking through the abundant paddy fields and the mild forests at the border of the village. Except a few joggers, the whole space was empty. Dev was still mildly stuck with his morning dream. He asked his grandpa “Grandpa, may I ask you a question?” He said “Sure, my child”. “Will you die like all the old people one day? Will my father and mother also die? Will I die when I am old like you? Why does everyone die? Why can’t we all just live with happiness together?” Grandpa stopped. He bent down and kissed the forehead of his grandson and said “You are waking up, my child. You have the right questions.”

Grandpa said “My boy, everything that is born must die.” They walked towards a small tree which had many nests. Grandpa showed Dev a nest which had three tiny chicks with their beaks open, waiting for their mother. Grandpa said “Look at those tiny chicks. See how fragile they are! This is their helpless times of dependency my boy. The chicks are helpless without their mother. The mother knows it and she cares for them. Soon, the mother will bring them food from somewhere.” As he was uttering these words, the mother bird came back with a beak full of food and distributed it amongst her waiting children. They gobbled up everything that they received and cried for more. The mother left to fetch more for herself and her children. Grandpa said “See, from sunrise to sunset, this is what the mother bird will do. She is fully depended on grace of the nature. She has not stored anything anywhere. Everyday is a different day for them. Everyday is totally unpredictable. When there is hot sun or heavy rains, she may not get any food at all. They accept that reality too, without complaints. Now see, the mother is wandering in search of food for her children. She may or may not get more food. You know, this is why I keep food for birds in our garden – to feed the unknown bird friends. This is the least we can do to this nice little mother, right Dev?” He smiled and patted Dev on his shoulder.
“Her children will slowly grow up and become strong. Their wings will grow larger. They will be ready to fly. Then they will leave their mother and fly away. A task well completed, their mother also will allow them to soar in the sky and find their own life in the vast horizons of this earth. One cycle is completed. The children will mature and do exactly what their mother did. Same way, life repeats itself. Every animal, every bird, every creature on earth including human beings are living this cycle.”

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Suddenly, he saw a snake crawling up the tree. Dev became terribly frightened. He hugged his grandpa. He shouted “Grandpa, help them. The snake will eat them”. Grandpa said “I shall save them, if their mother cannot. Let us see what happens.” Dev became impatient. In a short time, before the snake could reach the branch where the nest was, the mother and a few of her friends came shouting and started pecking and distracting the snake. Mother and her friends attacked together to defend the children. Soon, the snake gave up and withdrew. The birds went back to their work. Grandpa smiled “See, nature takes care of itself. It needs no human intervention or interference. If we leave them alone, they will survive on their own”.

Holding grandpa’s hand, Dev walked through the walking path of the village. few yards ahead, grandpa asked him to slow down and pointed at the direction of a forest clearing. A school of birds were shouting and flying around something. When they took a closer look, it was a bird that was dying. The birds flew around the dying bird as if they are observing a ritual or a kind of prayer. They waited and watched. Soon, the dying bird became still and lifeless. The birds came and sat around the dead bird for some time as if praying for the departed soul, and one by one they flew away. Grandpa said “Dev, you saw the children waiting to fly out a short while ago. Here you saw the soul waiting to fly out from the body of the bird alone. This is life and death, my boy. In between the definition called birth and death is the experience that we call life. The first was baby birds, where the soul was settling in and expressing itself, making them experience all aspects of life and the second was after all the experiences of life, the soul was leaving the vehicle that it used for that experience. This body is just a vehicle for experiencing life, my child. We are experiencing everything using this body. This is all. Whatever is born, will die. So, why do you worry, my child?”

Dev became confused. “But, grandpa, I do not want you to die”. Grandpa laughed “My boy, all of us will die, including you. All of us! Your grandpa had a grandpa too. He also had his grandpa. He had his as well. We had so many people in our family through centuries. They all have died. We will also die. When you will have your grandchild, you will also be like me, explaining to your grandchild what life is and what death is. Nothing in this world is ours, my child. Nothing in this world is permanently ours. We are fools, if we feel we own anything. We can own nothing. You saw how the bird died. It just died. Likewise, I will just die, leaving this body to earth. They will burn this body that you once called your grandpa. Once the body is burned, there will only be some memories of grandpa. Same with your grandma, papa, mama and everybody else. Everybody will leave at some point in time. Nobody will be here forever.”

Dev became silent. Grandpa sat down, hugged him and kissed his cheeks. “My child, I shall always live in your heart, as sweet memories. That way, I live much longer. Memories live longer than bodies. Keep me in your heart just the way I keep you in mine. We shall never part.”

Dev began to realise the truth in grandpa’s words. He said “Grandpa, will my love reach you even when you are gone?”

Grandpa said “Yes, my child. Think of me with love and I shall rejoice. Do not cry and make me sad. Do good things in life and let the living people tell good things about you. That will make me happy. That will make all our ancestors happy. They will be proud of having a great grandchild such as you in our family. Never hurt anyone. Love everyone. Do whatever good you can for everyone. Pardon those who harm you and hurt you. Do not harm, hurt or judge anybody. Give unconditionally, whatever you can share. Experience your life without hurting other beings. If you happened to hurt any being unknowingly, do not hesitate to apologize and correct your action. Nobody is perfect, everyone commits mistakes, and life has no rehearsals. Always be good and do good. This will make your lineage proud of you. Their blessings and mine will flow to you.”

 

Mohanji on the mystery of death....

Dev said “I promise you grandpa. I shall do everything possible to make this world a better place, for your sake”.

Grandpa kissed his forehead and said “Not for my sake, my boy. Let it be for the sake of nobody. Make it your outlook of life. If you count your good acts, it loses its divinity and grace. Do not count. Just do it always, naturally, without compulsion or even a thought. Through your positive action, inspire your nation. And do not be affected by abuse or criticism. Nothing should stop you from your honest expressions. Remember, all life is valuable. As you saw, the mother bird was so protective and loving towards her children. The adult birds took time to mourn the loss of their companion. Every living being has their families and feelings. Always respect it and leave them alone. Never interrupt, let alone murder any beings of earth.”

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“Do you know, Dev, those birds do not know that they are called birds and they are different from other beings. They just exist as they are born, as complete beings. We humans know that we are humans and they are birds. A dog has no reason or interest to know that he is called a dog. It is fully immersed, as those birds, in its life as a dog. All the beings of nature are immersed in their own life without disturbing one another. A tiger hunts only when it is hungry and a deer knows that. Human hunts for pleasure and waste lives indiscriminately. An animal eats only when it is hungry and fasts when it is sick. They heal themselves. The nature heals them. They all have intelligence. Humans are a different species. We are intelligent to cunning. We use our intelligence to reign over other beings. But, what is the use? We also die. Earth swallows our body too. What do we gain? We can own nothing from this earth, my boy. Hence, we must truly make human existence far superior than any other bodies of earth by displaying our supremacy in our ability to be kind and compassionate.”

Mohanji ....speciesm

On a side of the village road that they walked, there was a huge old fallen tree being sawed to pieces by a few people. Grandpa stopped walking. He held the hand of Dev and kept staring at the fallen tree, in a kind of mournful way. The wood workers paused for a moment to look at their spectators. Grandfather nodded his head to continue with their work. As they went back to their work, Dev and Grandpa started walking away from the sound of machines cutting trees into pieces. Grandpa said “The body of this old fallen tree is just like ours, Dev. I had stopped to feel if the tree was still alive inside. All young trees which had not completed its time of existence will still be alive when men cut them to pieces just like humans do with animals. When they suffer unnatural death, they suffer pain and agony. They die in pain. The trees that had their life on earth are old and are ready to move on, will leave their body for use as their ultimate sacrifice. They would have prepared themselves for the exit. Such trees are happy to exit. And they welcome other beings using their body for their purpose. We will be happy to move on if we lived a life of service and have no regrets. The tree which we saw had been a blessing to many generations. Many weary travelers as well as budding lovers has sought its shade. It has given fruits to many beings, fresh oxygen, shelter and shade to so many beings as well as seeds which eventually became similar trees. It took nothing from anybody. Nobody spent time to nurture it. It was giving and giving all the time. At the time of its death also, it was giving away its body for human use. A total selfless existence! We have lots to learn from it Dev. That tree is also a grandpa. We should treat big trees like old people, with love, gratitude and respect. They truly deserve it.

Grandpa continued “Do you know Dev, what it is to be human?” Dev looked at grandpa. Grandpa said “Being human means being compassion. Being human means inherent ability to express kindness and unconditional love. Human life is invaluable. It should never be wasted by indiscriminate selfish pleasures which disturbs and destroys nature and its beings. If we have superior ability on earth, we must use it to protect and nurture the children of mother earth. Life has its own way of survival. We should never interfere. Always live as an inspiration for compassion, my child. Life and death will come and go, you will be able to die peacefully after a life well lived without regrets.”

Mohanji what is it to be human

“Today, we are walking on this path, you and your grandpa. Soon, your father will become a grandpa and will walk the same road with your child. And someday, you will walk this earth with your grandchild. Life is a continuous flow, my child. All that came will go too. So, love everyone while you can, and be impartially kind. Never hurt even a fly. Live and let live. Live with a clear understanding that you cannot take anything from here except the memories of a life well lived with grace and love.”

Dev was not upset anymore. Something had changed in him. He felt complete. His grandpa had changed his mindset through his wise words. He had converted his insecurity to clear purpose of life. That was the biggest gift he ever received in his life. The purpose of Life! That is all it takes. That is all we need. Let it be filled with compassion, kindness and love without expectations and complaints.

Sun was setting. As they were walking towards the house of grandpa, they saw Dev’s father walking towards them, perhaps searching for them. Grandpa looked at his son and said “Finished the book entry of your mother’s complaints?” They both laughed. Grandpa told his son. “Dev is a sensitive boy. Take good care that he remains natural.” Papa nodded. He said “I did not want him to keep his fears and brood over it. That is why we made this quick trip.” Grandpa said “That was good. I could explain to Dev a bit about life and death as lessons from nature. He will get everything he needs from the nature. All he needs to do is to look and recognize the answers. Nature has all the answers.”

Grandpa addressed Papa “Madhav, as long as human compassion quotient is ignored, there will be no peace on earth. If kindness, selflessness and compassion is made the criteria of education and social status, if governments give importance to this aspect as the key aspect for everything, earth will become paradise. Otherwise, as we discussed in the morning, we are all against something each day, each moment. This is giving us worries, anxieties and suffering. We should be against nothing, let alone ourselves. Violence should never be tolerated; and should be controlled by strict laws.  So is corruption or any kind of selfishness. Deny social support for such people. Isolate them and make compassion compulsory. That is the only way life can be redeemed from its current frequency of mad competition, selfishness and bitterness.”

Mohanji on human compassion

Papa answered “Yes, Papa. This is what I am trying to establish within my jurisdiction. But, I am constantly facing obstacles. All my attempts get slapped by the selfish bureaucracy. The cancer called corruption has destroyed human sensitivity. Modern education has made men mediocre and selfish. Books are not teaching sensitivity, love and compassion. It is teaching competition and insecurity. It is not making a confident generation rooted in compassion and love. It is making an insecure generation, rooted in greed and selfishness. Looking at this makes me tired.”

“That is why you should not give up. You are young. You have a vision. Move on with it.”

“How do I handle the constant hurdles?”

Grandpa explained “Selfless service is our purpose. The purpose will handle it, my son. Intensify the purpose and conceive it in its utmost purity. Even if you fall down, or your hand gets dirty as you travel the path, if the purpose remains pure, it will take you to your destination.”

“Tall order, Papa”

“But inevitable and important, my son. Someone must lead by example, if not a few. The one who is against the tide may get crucified. But, setting example with own life has no substitution or comparison and I believe that dying for a good cause is much better than living the life of a mediocre conformist. Purpose is cleaning the system. Un-cluttering and weeding out the cancer eating away on our inherent compassion. This is all that matters.”

“On another subject, Grandpa continued; keep this house and space as it is, for the next generations. Do not sell it away after we are gone. Let them have something of the past to lean back on, when they are tired of chasing the world.” Papa agreed. Grandpa hugged Papa and said “I am proud of you my son. I am a happy father and grandfather. I can leave in peace with the firm appreciation that my children and grandchildren will only serve the world as light in the darkness and will not lead a selfish and self centred existence on earth like the majority.” Both had tears in their eyes.

Mohanji grace and love.

One month later.

Dev woke up and came down to the living room. He saw his parents getting ready to leave. Papa seemed serious and silent. He seemed busy and felt as if he was hiding something. There was no warning last night of any impending journey. He came close to his Papa and touched his hand. Madhav looked at Dev, held him close to his chest and whispered in his ears “Your grandpa has gone. He left early this morning. It was a heart attack. He died peacefully in his sleep. We have to go immediately”. Madhav’s eyes welled with salt water as he uttered these words. “Grandpa has gone!” Dev did not cry. He had witnessed birth, death and the story called life in the middle through the eyes and words of his grandpa.

Nothing STAYS here for EVER except the residue of our action on earth. And we own NOTHING.

Mohanji .......

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Velocity of Violence

Unity in diversity

We live in a relative world. Various people, various perceptions, trying to find unity in diversity. Thoughts clash, words aggravate, actions violate, and this saga goes on since mankind began. Disagreements are rooted in non-understanding. Non-understanding is based on level of perceivable frequencies and this is individualistic. There are numerous frequencies available in the universe. Numerous waves of vibrations. Numerous flavors. Our human constitution is also varied and individualistic, just like the numerous gadgets that we made. Each one has its capacity and compatibility to frequencies. Lack of compatibility of frequencies creates divisions. It creates affinity in the level of “birds of the same feather” types. But, all frequencies are available always for all kinds of species. All other species except humans almost always conform to certain specific frequency of existence and they continue that way. They do not aspire for the higher, unless it becomes inevitable, someone brings them to it or comes into contact with those frequencies and gets attached to them.

Human beings possess the capacity to raise themselves up to the higher frequencies

Human beings possess the capacity to raise themselves up to the higher frequencies

Human beings possess the capacity to raise themselves up to the higher frequencies, which elevates their vision, perception and understanding levels. This is especially possible when the energy and frequency around one is conducive or reasonably uncontaminated. The subtler the external energy, the easier it is for the internal subtlety to grow. This is why people leave for mountains and quiet places to pursue their spirituality. A powerful master’s presence can give a similar effect. When the mind goes silent in the presence of an awakened master, the students can effortlessly raise their capacity for higher frequency. How higher one can go is based on each one’s constitution, inner emptiness and karma. The key detrimental factor for a disciple’s capacity for elevation is the stored negativity in their inner space. Usually the master allows this freedom of choice to the disciple because “the eyes to see” is a personal choice. Even if a master bestows it to a disciple to accent his progress, maintaining them against all odds is the disciple’s responsibility. Lower frequency is very easy to achieve because it does not need skill and basic faculties provided with each existence can certainly and effortlessly connect to the lower frequencies. The higher and subtler you go, to maintain those frequencies, it needs tenacity, determination and constant and vigilant observation. All differences that one experiences in the terrestrial plane are of the lower frequency. If one experiences unity in diversity at all times and does not ever ask the question “WHY” at all, is always experiencing the higher frequency. Between the lowest and the highest, there are numerous frequencies. It is also very difficult to make it finite – such as this is the absolute lowest and this is the absolute highest.

Crossing the frequency barriers

As we raise ourselves to the higher frequencies, our levels of operation also change. Our perception changes. Our outlook and requirements change too. This is a clear sign of where we stand at each point in time. Some people shed their need for meat in their food spontaneously. This is because, even unconsciously, their operating vibratory level does not match or approve the violence behind the murder of another being for food. Thus, people alienate themselves from alcohol and even people who are married to lower frequencies. We can see this in the lives of many people. The moment they unconsciously upgrade their vibratory level, they shift gears in life. They may even lose certain friendships and behave differently than before, which usually surprises some.

Unconsciously, we disclose our frequency in everyday life. If we observe keenly, we can see. A person who does not care about the pain and agony of others, is essentially operating in lower frequency. When a person or society becomes insensitive, we can understand that the frequency of the whole area is lower. Then again, some souls may choose such a location for their incarnation to help show light to some at least in the total darkness. These are elevated souls, used to higher frequencies and not too bound by personal agendas.

An animal product, which has a history of violence, keeps the consumer in lower frequency

An animal product, which has a history of violence, keeps the consumer in lower frequency

Emotions are usually rooted on lower frequencies. Ego is the same. Intellect is rooted or equipped by slightly higher frequency than mind or ego. This is why when we use the intellect we usually have no regrets. When intellect is used to manipulate other minds, the frequency is lower in essence. This means you are using a good tool with capacity for higher for the lower, personal agenda. When a person displays selflessness at all times, he’s connected to the higher. Selfishness is lower. Consuming intoxicants is lower. An animal product, which has a history of violence, is necessarily lower and it keeps the consumer in lower frequency too. Tamas or inertia has very low frequency. Rajas is slightly better and Sattwa is the best to have in human periphery.

Terrestrial beings have frequency barriers. The key barriers are their own senses and mind. Then the ego and intellect. Frequency barriers can be crossed when one moves more and more towards the soul. Soul has no frequency barrier. Frequency barrier is also almost always related to elements such as body, senses, mind, intellect or space and time. The upgrading from the ordinary squarely depends on your ability for connectivity with your own essence, yourself. There are mechanics and guides available, as you know. But, the connectivity and capacity is individualistic. A master can deliver “eyes to see”. But a disciple cannot use it unless he raises up his awareness to that level to adapt to the new software. A new software is useless unless it is put into a compatible gadget.

Violence in thoughts, words and actions always make the atmosphere lesser and lesser compatible for elevation. All negative emotions have systematically contaminated the atmosphere. A thought, word or action never dies, because with every thought, word and action energy is released. Energy carries these vibrations to the world outside. A negative thought might seem very innocent. But, that determines the destiny of the man. Violence in thought could trigger violence in words and actions eventually. This could also get transferred from one mind to many minds. This could create events. This could launch wars, anarchy and deaths. Hence, violence in thoughts is equally or more important than the words and actions. This should be closely observed, as this is individualistic. Increasing the frequency is the remedy. Increased frequency leads to higher awareness. You will be able to see from above and help a situation objectively.

No animal wants to die

No animal wants to die

Existence in unconsciousness is also related to tamas and lower frequency. This means routine habits, unconscious behavior, mind not in the present. Compulsive behaviour patterns, eating habits, so on and so forth. We eat flesh or other animals unconscious about the torture and trauma they went through before they became meat. No animal wants to die. Nobody dies with pleasure so that you can eat them. Are we aware of this at all? Again, the profits and associated greed of an industry keeps the consumers unaware of the realities. Nobody is visiting a dairy farm or an abattoir. Even if they visit, they will only show what is good for eyes.

I was deeply shaken by the three following stories from the recent past.

Delivering on the way to the slaughterhouse

The mother cow yearning for the calf and looking out through the barriers of the truck for her child

The mother cow yearning for the calf and looking out through the barriers of the truck for her child

A pregnant dairy cow was being transported to the slaughterhouse. She delivered on the way. The truck driver discarded the calf and left it on the road, and drove off with the cow. The picture showed the mother cow yearning for the calf and looking out through the barriers of the truck for her child and the child lying on the road. The mother cow was taken to the slaughterhouse and slaughtered. The police fortunately took the calf and it survived. In human terms, can we call it sanity? Every mother and every child enjoy the same frequency of unconditionality. Mother and child relationship is one of the most subtle and most powerful of relationships. Subtlety is power. The dairy farm had promised so many “heads of beef” to the meat producer and they never cared for the emotions of the cow or the calf. The truck driver is bound by duty and hence he could not care either. A new mother is slaughtered because the meat industry had committed supplies. So, the whole circle of profits and unconscious insensitivity destroys the fabric of subtlety. This is one of the tragedies of human existence.

A Mother’s Love

The consumer never understands that their product was alive and had aspirations for life

The consumer never understands that their product was alive and had aspirations for life

A CCTV footage in a British abattoir. A bunch of sheep was herded into the abattoir where they stun these beings. As they were brought in, I saw one sheep and her baby. The baby was glued to the udder of its mother, drinking her milk. The man at the abattoir started stunning the beings and first he stunned the mother while the child was still drinking the mother’s milk. As the mother fell down unconscious, the child is running around in fear and confusion. Then, he caught the child and stunned her as well. And slit their throats. What else can we say? The killer at the abattoir is insensitive. He is doing his job. He does not care if it is a baby and her mother he is killing. He has been paid to do a job and he has been given timelines for completion because consumers are waiting for their product. The product need not have feelings. The consumer never understands that their product was alive and had aspirations for life. It is just meat on their plate. They eat a bit and throw away the rest. Life wasted totally! The consumers are not aware of the tragedy that happened to a mother and her child. Unknowingly, they eat their flesh and thus participate in this karma of cruelty. Unconsciously, their demand or need for flesh created this cruelty after all.

Slaughter of a mother and her child in her womb!

Slaughter of a mother and her child in her womb!

Click this link to watch the above video. Viewer discretion is advised.

Calves = trash to the dairy industry

Male calves—”byproducts” of the dairy industry—are generally taken from their mothers when they are less than 1 day old

Male calves—”byproducts” of the dairy industry—are generally taken from their mothers when they are less than 1 day old

The video shows a cow delivering a calf. The cow is tied to a wood enclosure so that it cannot turn its head much. The calf hits the floor and struggles to get up. Finally, it gets up. The mother cranes her neck to see her baby. The calf inches towards the udder of the cow. The mother is eager to give the baby her milk. Before the calf’s mouth touched the breast of the cow, a tall heavy man in boots comes in, picks up the calf, and threw it aside. The calf fell down. The cow, in obvious distress cried helplessly. The calf was not allowed even a drop of milk. It could not taste his mother’s milk. Then, the man lifted the calf and put it in a wheeled carriage and took it away. Tears flowed from his mother’s eyes as she cried and cried for her baby whom she will never see. The next scene showed many such calves in another enclosure. They all looked bewildered and frightened. They were all looking at the camera. Then, a man stunned one of the calves using a machine and lifted it up with a string. He hangs upside down, while he slit its throat, and cut one of his hooves while he is alive using a sharp knife to keep the count of the babies he slaughtered that day. One by one, he thus killed all the babies!

These videos and pictures wrenched my heart. I felt deep pain and agony. I felt suffocated and helpless. I have posted them on my facebook page. I kept wondering if this planet is worth living. We make hue and cry of some celebrity sex scandal. Millions of letters in print fly for that. But, actually who cares if one makes love with another? They are not harming or killing anyone. The atrocities and insensitivity over beings of other species is totally un-ignorable.  The letters and prints should fly for that. The beautiful presentation of smiling cows and meat/dairy industry effectively masks the agony behind it. People who buy the products cannot understand the pain of death. This is like a beautiful advertisement inviting people to hell. Only when we take time to explore will we understand that what is shown outside is not the reality at all.

People who buy the products cannot understand the pain of death

People who buy the products cannot understand the pain of death

We are what we eat

The same with game hunting. Most of the species on the Earth are almost extinct. Many have gone forever, thanks to the brilliance of humans!I saw people who support game hunting posting comments such as they are animal lovers and are doing this crime to prevent overpopulation of those animals they kill! This is absolute nonsense. Humans just cannot understand the law of nature. If you take a look at the Earth that we live in, you will understand. The Earth is filled with waste that humans created. If we had awareness, we would never do that. Coming back to game hunting, well before human existence, the Earth has maintained the balance on its own. The Earth has perfect symmetry and balance. Animals never kill for pleasure or fun. Animals only do things for a purpose and it is man who has destroyed the ecological balance. When we kill tigers and lions, the deer population grows. When we kill deer, lions and tigers starve… so on and so forth. And the deer as well as the lion know their interdependence. A deer is never afraid of a well fed lion. A satisfied lion never bothers a deer even if it sleeps next to him. And the law of nature is symmetrical. No animal mates for pleasure. Their life is always purpose-bound. They eat for sustaining their body and procreate to sustain the species. Simple. Then, how can we say that we kill so that we preserve the ecological balance? Do we have the kind of macro vision like that of Mother Nature? Hence, these kinds of claims should be immediately discarded and the hunters should be taken to task. Superstition also kills many animals. Aphrodisiac made from the horn of rhinos made them extinct. If animal organs were good substitute for human organs, today, no animal would exist on the Earth.

Animals are the real victims on this Earth

Animals are the real victims on this Earth

Our animal farming itself is the reason for poverty on the Earth. We are conditioned for meat. So, we breed animals. Almost 18 pounds of grain that a cow consumes can produce one pound of meat. 18 pounds can sustain one family for at least two weeks. One pound of meat can appease the hunger of one time? We use one third of the agricultural land of the world for animal feeds. And this imbalance of production has now accented the global warming too. Catastrophes are to a great extent instigated by the insensitivity of man. Our food supply chain is immoral, unethical and insensitive. We are what we eat. We must pay the price too. Our diseases, our calamities, our agonies are all derived out of the agony that we deliver to other sentient beings. We are violating the purity, the space, the Earth and the whole constitution of existence. We are being violent within and outside. We are.

There is nothing called humane killing. Any killing is violence. It destroys life, the will for existence, and any captive killing amounts to murder.

Animals are not lesser beings. They are the same souls such as ourselves in animal forms.

Animals are not lesser beings. They are the same souls such as ourselves in animal forms. Hence we must definitely treat them as fellow beings. They are not created for our pleasure or food. They feel exactly the same way as we do, except perhaps in articulation. Animals operate in the same consciousness of a two year old human baby.

We MUST TALK because They CANNOT

Born Free – But Always in Chains!!!

My dear Friends
Man is quite famous for his selfishness. When our selfishness stretches to torturing other beings for our momentary pleasures – I feel this is exactly what we are famous for!!! We are famous for our insensitiveness, Sadism and cruelty.

We Torture for Pleasure and Profits

We torture and kill our fellow beings. We bind them and imprison them for our pleasure. We teach our children that it is fine to see a monkey in a zoo. It is fine to keep animals in cages for our pleasure.

Imprisoned for Life – for our Pleasure!!!

We do scientific experiments on them without regrets or concern for their pain and inconvenience.

Superior Intelligence of Man?

We skin them alive because we love to wear their skin.

They died to protect us from cold?

We are so insensitive so that we never feel other’s pain or agony. But, we certainly complain if we have a small injury. Understand – The same soul operates in all. We should feel. We definitely should feel. There is no point in being emotional about it. There is no point in reading and forgetting it. If you cannot help it, atleast spread the awareness. Remind people of our true nature – WE ARE LOVE INCARNATES.

LOVE is the essence of LIFE

Why do we nurture everything that is opposite to LOVE? We talk and preach about God. How can we reach God when we cannot even see God in every being? The soul element of every being is God. When the soul element leaves, we call it a dead body.We have to see God in all creatures and respect that. When we start looking at all beings as expressions of the Almighty, can we hurt any being at all? All beings collectively become the true expression of the Universe. Who gave us the authority to live the way we want and hurt every other being in one way or the other?

We just don’t have the authority to torture and kill other beings

We have no authority to kill or torture any beings , as they also are true expressions of the Almighty.

Maybe your voice is singular and could get dissolved in the ocean of voices of this world. But, the energy that travelled with your voice can never die or decay. It will come together with similar voices and make a change in the system, sooner or later. Hence, voice the expression. Animals are not made to feed us or entertain us.

They are killed for our sake!!!

They have similar emotions just like us. They feel pain and sorrow. They weep and cry. They feel deeply for their fellow beings.

Agony due to the death of her dear ones

How can we treat them so insanely and so insensitively? Remember, all the beings that our mother earth nurtures are equally important to her. None are better liked than the other. We must live sensibly, sensitively and with love as our primary, secondary and our final expression. That is what we essentially are. We are incarnates of kindness, compassion. Capability to express love and kindness, in all adversities, is our actual strength. Lets remember that.

Love You
M

Soon, we will also become a picture on the wall!!!