Ever wondered, if the dead can see you alive? I often question myself whether Nietzsche is happier, now that he is dead? How would he react if he saw faithless god-men? How would he conclude the death of god?
God comes in many faces and in Kalyug he is the lesser and the extreme in power, he is the fraud, the cursed and the ungrateful. He is the mischievous and the malevolent; he is the man calling the shots.
He is Balaji, who conveniently forgot to pay his debt to Kuber; only to be worshiped with money. Faith says, that what you offer to the god-head, twice the amount is returned to you. Ever wondered why? So that you can give back more to him. Balaji gives you twice so that you can bring back more to repay his debt.
Ever wondered why Krishna never went to heaven? Even when he was the father of Chanakya and Machiavelli put together! Wondered why we pray to Ganesh the elephant headed god? The same reason why we will pray to the father when the time is right.
Right time is the time of calamity, the time to avenge, the time for retribution. In war, in death we call upon ourselves to destroy the peace within us and around us.
Lord Siva will call the shots. Guns, war and death will call the shots. It will snow in the tropics, snakes will cease hibernating. Water will surge from the mountains, Ganges will flood the nation. It was born to cleanse the dead, the unholy with purity of mind and soul. When none remains, the heat of greed will thaw into the lands once blessed to cleanse the very souls filled with fear, greed, lust and desire. The lands will submerge and oceans will shroud them.
This time there will be no boats; there will be no planes, only the super rich will live in space. Wait there in patience to see everything wipe away. Waves will grow, earth will break and sigh and life will sediment. For a thousand years it will cover the uncovered, stitch the torn and heal the wounded. The lands will rise as the mountains will fall. Life will create itself slow n steady, will begin a new story which will eventually have its end, with a new lesson --with a new language -- with a new belief. However the crux of the earth will remain a hot ball of melting desire.
