Healing Tones

“Who doeth all for Me, who findeth Me In all; adoreth always; loveth all Which I have made, and Me, for Love’s sole end, That man, Arjuna! unto Me doth wend.” —Krishna, The Bhagavad~gita

THERE ARE TIMES while reading Hugh Malafry’s compelling novel BLUE SHAMAN ~ Stone of Sovereignty that my outer shell of humanity nearly cracks open and explodes in release of the Light of the Wonderful One who dwells within these temple walls of flesh and bone. This is one of those times, a golden moment when Caron, the Grail King incognito, poses a soul searching question to Marut, an old friend and jewelry merchant caught up in a world of sensational wonders:

What do you know of the one who sees, who contemplates, who dwells serenely above his emanations, supreme in the midst of the flame of creation? You know the smoke and the burning and the combustion of the world. But what do you know of him, who dances within the ring of fire, poised, balanced in the making and unmaking of all things?

Marut wilted upon hearing Caron’s provocative rhetorical question. Do you wilt reading those words, sorely aware of your resistance to fully surrender to the One you are and therein lose your isolated independent existence; or do you long to fully surrender to and know that One intimately? Harkening back to lyrics penned by my friend Hugh I shared in my previous post: “To know Thee as Thou art Almighty God and Living Word made flesh.” Do you long to know your Divine Self, the Wonderful One within — even as Prince Arjuna in the Bhagavad~gita asked Lord Krishna to let him see him, the God of gods, as he is, uncloaked by outer forms?

It may serve in these end days of awakening to visit, or revisit, this ancient story about the art of war and battle, revised and reframed by Uranda, who also added a subtitle to the booklet, The Song Celestial.

The story as Uranda retells it shows the way by which the expression of Spirit, true Self-expression, may become dominant in the individual, so that he/she is no longer governed by that which is unworthy of the true nobility of the Creator Being we each are, incarnate in these human capacities with their ingrained habits of judgment, criticism and complaint that betray and slay the expression of ones beautiful spirit of love, of kindness and generosity.

I will take the next two post to visit the last chapter of the story, so sit back and contemplate your own life in the battlefield of this earthly journey. (Copies of the booklet can be obtained from: The Emissaries, 100 Sunrise Ranch Rd., Loveland, CO 80538).

CHAPTER XI

Arjuna: Thus for my soul’s peace have I heard from Thee, The unfolding of the Mystery Supreme; Comprehending which, By darkness is dispelled; for now I know—O Lotus -eyed!—whence is the birth of men, And whence their death, and what the majesties Of Thine immortal rule. Fain would I see, As thou Thyself declar’st it, Sovereign Lord! The likeness of that glory of Thy Form Wholly revealed. O Thou Divinest One! If this can be, If I may bear the sight, Make Thyself visible, Lord of all prayer! Show me Thy very Self, the Eternal God!

Krishna: Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! I manifest for thee Those hundred thousand thousand shapes that clothe my Mystery. I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine, My changeful hues, my countless forms. See! in this face of mine, Wonders unnumbered, Indian Prince! revealed to none save thee. Behold, this is the Universe!—Look! what is live and dead I gather all in one—in Me! Gaze, as thy lips have said, ON GOD ETERNAL, VERY GOD! See Me! See what thou prayest! Thou canst not!—nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest! Therefore I give thee sense divine. Have other eyes, new light! And, look! This is my glory, unveiled to mortal sight!

Servant: Then, O King! the God, so saying, Stood, to Pritha’s Son displaying All the splendour, wonder, dread Of His vast Almighty-head. Out of countless eyes beholding, Out of countless mouths commanding, Countless mystic forms enfolding In one Form: supremely standing Countless radiant glories wearing, Countless heavenly weapons bearing, Crowned with garlands of star-clusters, Robed in garb of woven lustres, Breathing from His perfect Presence Breaths of every subtle essence Of all heavenly odours; shedding Blinding brilliance; overspreading—Boundless, beautiful—all spaces With His all-regarding faces; So He showed! If there should rise Suddenly with the skies Sunburst of a thousand suns Flooding earth with beams undeemed of, Then might be that Holy One’s Majesty and radiance dreamed of!

So did Pandu’s Son behold All this universe unfold All its huge diversity Into one vast shape, and be Visible, and viewed, and blended In one Body—subtle, splendid, Nameless—the All-comprehending God of Gods, the Never-ending Deity!

But, sore amazed, Thrilled, o’erfilled, dazzled, and dazed, Arjuna knelt; and bowed his head, And clasped his palms; and cried and said:

Arjuna: Yea! I have seen! I see! Lord! All is wrapped in Thee! The gods are in Thy glorious frame! the creatures Of earth, and heaven, and hell In Thy Divine form dwell, And in Thy countenance shine all the features

Of Brahma, sitting lone upon His lotus-throne; Of saints and sages, and the serpent races Yea! mightiest Lord! I see Thy thousand thousand arms, and breasts, and faces, and eyes—on every side Perfect, diversified; And nowhere end of Thee, nowhere beginning, nowhere a centre! Shifts—Wherever soul’s graze lifts—Thy central Self, all wielding, and all-winning!

Infinite King! I see The anadem on Thee, The club, the shell, the discus; see Thee burning in beams insufferable, Lighting earth, heaven, and hell With brilliant blazing, glowing, flashing; turning

Dark to dazzling day, Look I whichever way; Ah, Lord! I worship Thee, the Undivided, the Uttermost thought, The Treasure Palace wrought To hold the wealth of the worlds; the Shield provided

To shield virtue’s law; The fount whence Life’s stream draws All waters of all rivers of all being: The One Unborn, Unending: Unchanging and Unblending! With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing!

Silver of moon and gold Of sun are glories rolled From Thy great eyes; Thy visage, beaming tender Throughout the stars and skies, Doth to warm life surprise Thy Universe. The worlds are filled with wonder

Of Thy perfections! Space Star-spangled, and void place From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound, Hath Thee in every spot, Thee, Thee!—Where Thou art not, O Holy, Marvelous Form! is nowhere found!

O Mystic, Awful One! At sight of Thee, made known, The Three Worlds quake, the lower gods draw nigh Thee; They fold their palms and bow Body, and breast, and brow, And whispering worship, laud and magnify Thee!

The Prophets and Faithful cry “Hail! Highest Majesty!” From sage and singer breaks the hymn of glory In dulcet harmony, Sounding the praise of Thee; While countless companies take up the story.

These see Thee, and revere, In holy awe draw near; Yea! the Worlds—seeing Thee with form stupendous, With faces manifold, With eyes which all behold, Unnumbered eyes, vast arms, members tremendous,

Flanks, lit with sun and star, Feet planted near and far, Wonder-working Hands, mouths wrathful and tender—The Three wide Worlds before Thee Adore, as I adore Thee, Quake, as I quake, to witness so much splendour!

I mark Thee strike the skies With front, in wondrous wise Huge, rainbow-painted, glittering; and thy mouth Opened, and orbs which see All things, whatever be In all Thy worlds, east, west, north and south.

O Eyes of God! O Head! My strength of soul is fled, Gone is heart’s force, rebuke is mind’s desire! When I behold Thee so, With awful brows a-glow, With burning glance, and lips lighted by fire

Fierce as those flams which shall Consume, at close of all, Earth, Heaven! Ah me! I see no Earth and Heaven! Thee, LORD of Lords! I see, Thee only—only Thee! Now let Thy mercy unto me be given, Thou Refuge of the World!

Krishna: Thou seest Me as Time who kills, Time who brings all self-active ones to doom, The Slayer Time, ancient of Days, come hither to consume; Excepting thee of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! Dismayed No longer be! Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes! Fight for the kingdom awaiting thee when thou hast vanquished those.

By me they fall—not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou! ‘Tis I who bid them perish! Thou wilt but slay the slain; Fight! they must fall, and thou must live, victor upon this plain!

Servant: Hearing mighty Keshav’s word, Tremblingly that helmed Lord Clasped his lifted palms, and—praying Grace of Krishna—stood there, saying, With bowed brow and accents broken, These words, timorously spoken:

Arjuna: Worthily, Lord of Might! The whole world hath delight In Thy surpassing power, obeying Thee; The evil ones, in dread At sight of Thee, are sped To all four quarter; and the company Of Siddhas sound Thy name. How should they not proclaim Thy Majesties, Divinest, Mightiest? Thou Braham, than Brahma greater! Thou Infinite Creator! Thou God of gods, Life’s Dwelling-place and Rest.

Thou, of all souls the Soul! The Comprehending Whole! Of being formed, and formless being the Framer; O Ultimate One! O Lord! Older than eld, Who stored The worlds with wealth of Life! O Treasure-Claimer, Who wottest all, and art Wisdom Thyself! O Part In all, and All; for all from Thee have risen—Numberless now I see The aspects art of Thee! Spirit of All, Thou art, releasing man from prison.

The first of mortal men—Again, Thou God! again A thousand thousand times be magnified! Honour and worship be—Glory and praise—to Thee Cried on every side; Cried here, above, below, Uttered when Thou dost go, Uttered where Thou dost come! we call; God adored! Nameless Lord! Hail to Thee! Praise to Thee! Thou One in all; For Thou art All! Yea, Thou!

ALL IS IN THE ONE

Prince Arjuna is not without words in describing the ineffable Lord Krishna as He is.

What I take away from this story is that all things, both the good and the evil, are included in and embraced by the Almighty. The evil must be dealt with forthrightly and fall away. This line grabbed my attention: “By me they fall—not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou! ‘Tis I who bid them perish!” The implication here is the “instrument” provides the means by which the evil meets its undoing and perishes.

There’s clearly work to do purifying the heart of the Body of Mankind — which is the Body of God on Earth. Think not that what you are feeling on any particular day and in any particular moment belongs solely to you, because it doesn’t. It belongs to the One who, when asked, will provide the wisdom and courage to deal with it forthrightly: “Get thee hence!” Cast it into the fire of love that burns in your heart — and keep that fire burning hot.

We angels incarnate are made of fire, and a good part of out work here is to allow the Spirit of God to “reprove the world of sin, of righteousness and of judgment” (John 16:8) — not out there, but in here when the spirit of this world rears its ugly head in our feeling realms and thoughts. That’s the convenient and only place one can let the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, deal with it — a reason to be thankful. The word “comfort” means “with power and strength.” Who is willing to do this work of purification in the Body of our Lord and King, in which we each one have a vital role? It’s through a pure heart that one sees and knows God as He is. What do you know?

I welcome your thoughts. Until my next post.

Be love. Be loved.

Anthony (tpal70@gmail.com)