But all is there . . . . . . . there are Hands that save,

[Gopal]

Of all the times I was thinking about the terrorism, the time of Mumbai Terror Attacks was not only the recent but certainly was the most intense. I was in Mumbai for a very short time to start my career. Then returned to my comfortable home state of Karnataka. But I still miss Mumbai very much. I miss it for its Life Force that acts through every mumbaikar (anyone who is in Mumbai if you ask me is a mumbaikar) and makes him or her to run to catch for the life and not just that but succeed in it. Above all Mumbai is the place where I experienced Her presence in me around me concretely for the first time. For it can only happen when one is completely alone and silent, and in Mumbai though you are surrounded by a crowd everywhere, you are always alone and longing for silence. This longing for silence itself brings about the silence in which one can feel Her. Naturally I was shocked to see the panic caused by the militants in Mumbai.

My immediate question was “how” man has resorted to means like terror? While experts may give answers like “poverty, lack of education, political or religious motivation, proud or pride, etc”, the root of the question remains unanswered. What it is in man that makes him to resort to such evil methods?

He is this and he is all the universe;
He scales the Unseen, his depths dare the Abyss;
A whole mysterious world is locked within.
Unknown to himself he lives a hidden king
Behind rich tapestries in great secret rooms;
An epicure of the spirit's unseen joys,
He lives on the sweet honey of solitude:
A nameless god in an unapproachable fane,
In the secret adytum of his inmost soul
He guards the being's covered mysteries
Beneath the threshold, behind shadowy gates
Or shut in vast cellars of inconscient sleep.
The immaculate Divine All-Wonderful
Casts into the argent purity of his soul
His splendour and his greatness and the light
Of self-creation in Time's infinity
As into a sublimely mirroring glass.
Man in the world's life works out the dreams of God.
When Man is the instrument of The Supreme to work out His dreams, how come the same instrument turns out to be just the opposite?

But all is there, even God's opposites;
He is a little front of Nature's works,
A thinking outline of a cryptic Force.
All she reveals in him that is in her,
Her glories walk in him and her darknesses.
Man's house of life holds not the gods alone:
There are occult Shadows, there are tenebrous Powers,
Inhabitants of life's ominous nether rooms,
A shadowy world's stupendous denizens.
A careless guardian of his nature's powers,
Man harbours dangerous forces in his house. The Titan and the Fury and the Djinn
Lie bound in the subconscient's cavern pit
And the Beast grovels in his antre den:
Dire mutterings rise and murmur in their drowse.
Insurgent sometimes raises its huge head
A monstrous mystery lurking in life's deeps,
The mystery of dark and fallen worlds,
The dread visages of the adversary Kings.
The dreadful powers held down within his depths
Become his masters or his ministers;
Enormous they invade his bodily house,
Can act in his acts, infest his thought and life.

In “Harry Potter and Chamber of Secrets”, Dumbledore clarifies Harry that “It is not our abilities which show what we are. It is our choices”. This invasion of the dreadful powers, which lie within ourselves as the Powers of the Divine, is so much intense that:

Taken from him his house is his no more.
He is bound and forced, a victim of the play,
Or, allured, joys in the mad and mighty din.
His nature's dangerous forces have arisen
And hold at will a rebel's holiday.
Aroused from the darkness where they crouched in the depths,
Prisoned from the sight, they can be held no more;
His nature's impulses are now his lords.
Once quelled or wearing specious names and vests
Infernal elements, demon powers are there.
Man's lower nature hides these awful guests.
Their vast contagion grips sometimes man's world.
An awful insurgence overpowers man's soul.

When the Soul is overpowered…

In house and house the huge uprising grows:
Hell's companies are loosed to do their work,
Into the earth-ways they break out from all doors,
Invade with blood-lust and the will to slay
And fill with horror and carnage God's fair world.
Death and his hunters stalk a victim earth;
The terrible Angel smites at every door:
An awful laughter mocks at the world's pain
And massacre and torture grin at Heaven:
All is the prey of the destroying force;
Creation rocks and tremble top and base.

This is exactly what is happening now in our world. This is exactly the terrorism, explained by The Master. Not only He has given the answer to the question he goes further and describes how far it can go?


This evil Nature housed in human hearts,
A foreign inhabitant, a dangerous guest:
The soul that harbours it it can dislodge,
Expel the householder, possess the house.
An opposite potency contradicting God,
A momentary Evil's almightiness
Has straddled the straight path of Nature's acts.
It imitates the Godhead it denies,
Puts on his figure and assumes his face.
A Manichean creator and destroyer,
This can abolish man, annul his world.

But….is it the all about the world and the Man again? How can it be? ..

But there is a guardian power, there are Hands that save,
Calm eyes divine regard the human scene.

[Barindranath Chaki]

The Forces of the Shadows, of the Darkness, are there on earth, often representing the ignoranr past, where there is little Light — these are the forces of the Anti-Divine. When the human beings are on the Way to the Superman Consciousness and even to the Beyond, some of us become the instruments of the Anti-Divine, as they cannot cross the limits of wrong and perturbed understanding and purpose and of darkness in them and enforced by the Forces of the Falsehood and Darkness. But they will finally be off from the Scene!

Beautiful presentation, Gopal, the Mother's Child.