The Song of God has been sung. The battle now engaged. Lord Krishna is our charioteer. We can not lose. If we live, we live in victory. If we die we live in heaven.
This is the Mahabharata,
the war at the crack of ages. Dharma versus a-dharma in order to destroy the
race of kings. This is today, a collective of warriors taking on government and
corporate corruption, oligarchies and illuminati. Ancient stories from our
collective matrimony reflect the epic proportions of dysfunction in
contemporary society.
In dharma we seek freedom from oppression. We seek freedom
to eat good food, breath clean air, live in our homes, to sit under a tree. We
are called to do our bit. Walk with dedication.
Calling all yogis, all lovers of justice and truth,
defenders of the anawim. Either stand on your feet marching in action, or get down
on your knees in prayer and devotion. Both are critical to our success. It is
the rishis in the forests, the sages and wise ones who the warriors protect,
for it is these saints who pray for the world, lifting the vibration upward.
Hatha yogis, to warrior poses, to the heroes and the
creatures, archetypes to embody, shape shifting. Astras are magical weapons
infuse by the power of mantra, of the WORD. Chant your asses off! Victorious Breath,
get airborne with the Sons of Vayu, get mythic inside of Garuda, Vasuki,
Ananta.
Line up with your true calling and line up with your bliss,
then we can not lose.
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