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~Ganga~

The Ganga is a large sacred river that flows through India and Bangladesh, emptying into the Bay of Bengal. In English, the river is known as the Ganges. Among Hindus, it is also called Gangaji or Ganga Maiya (Mother Ganga).

The Ganga is sacred to Hindus and is personified and worshiped as the goddess Ganga. Hindus believe that bathing in the Ganga cures illnesses, washes away sins and helps the individual on his/her path to moksha, which is enlightenment and freedom from the cycle of life and death.

Ganga symbolizes the spiritual knowledge derived from the “Vedas” and the power to purify. Hinduism emphasizes purification of the body and mind through yoga and tantra. Pilgrimage to the Ganga or meditation on its powers can help a yoga practitioner deepen his/her spiritual practice, furthering the path to moksha.

Short Stories {1} ~ River Ganges Insanity

Washing off the days reminants within the womb of the River Ganges, in the ancient lands of India, a young lady named Anadi, combed through her dark black locks wishing she had fulfilled her guru’s daily tasks. Worried reverberations tensed her worn out body.

Anadi’s guru had instructed her to contemplate by the serene waters edge on the concept of enlightenment. She was trembling at the thought of going insane. Throughout her journey on the path of enlightenment she had visions of past lives, angelic beings, prophetic dreams and doubted herself, were these visions true or a figment of her mind turning her insane?

Observing the river’s candles lit each night floating along the river, Anadi realised in her mind “for the mystic swims in the same waters as the insane.”

Guruji initiated her, “you have understood the point.” Painting an orange hue on her third eye she became one of Guruji’s enlightened deciples.

“Yes,” Anadi proclaimed.

Anadi was no longer afraid of turning insane, she realised that insanity and sanity are part of the duality of this dualistic world. By using her mind towards the creator, and only him, she would return to sanity through the insanity she was so worried of.

As she lit her candle, with empowering energy flowing throughout her physical vehicle, silently whispering a prayer her body aroused from the dream of the dream she was living in. In the hypnotic state she was in upon waking, she had met her dead guru in her dream reassuring her she was not going crazy.

That very young morning, when everyone was asleep and the birds were churping their morning symphony she said her daily blessings by the river Ganges. “For I am sane in an insane world” she echoed through the nearby caves.

“I have travelled through madness to find me,” she screamed.

Madness is somewhere between chaos and having a dream. Anadi made sense of the dream by plunging into it and moving with the dance. For those who did not hear the music, those dancing were deemed insane.

And the world kept on spinning and weaving it’s cosmic web…

~Amber, DiosRaw 28/03/21