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    When I left America, I roamed the world for two years. I had money and charms which I used to contact the ‘men’, through a world-wide network of detectives. You know, I found all of them either in mental hospitals or in the care of the psychiatrists. All of them were misfit in their societies and the societies had discarded them, labeling them as lunatics, queers. I brought them here and gave them the freedom to develop their respective faculties’.
    ‘But you have kept them here for some purpose’.
    ‘Dev, you are too inquisitive. It was better, had you known everything by experience –
    ‘And become your Ginny pig!’ He cuts in
    ‘No, I will never leave you. I like you and wish you would rather develop your faculties in the natural way’.
    ‘And that natural way, would be to become your lover and acquire the powers, through you, after you have attained them yourself. Isn’t not so, my dear?
    ‘You are becoming too presumptive, my Dev. There is nothing in your or mine hands, these are the opposite charged particles in our bodies which attract each other. Beauty, body attributes are nothing but the wailing of poets. Anyway, coming to your sarcasm, I have assigned two girls to each of the specialists who possess opposite faculties to their mates. Now, once in a week each group meets and for the last ten months they have been able to acclimatize themselves with each other. But mind, they are not indulging in sex that would come later, when they are ready. They have been exploring and probing each other so far. After two months, in the second phase of the experiment, the girls would meet their opposites (in quality), and pass their body’s voltage to their counterparts, once every month. If they are able to absorb their shock which I hope, they would, and then their duration (of meeting) would be narrowed down and maintained to weekly levels. Imagine their state, they would all have attained by then. Thereafter, they would not need each others contact but would be able to keep the level of their achievement to optimum levels. Always, they would swoon in ecstasy. Their bodies would remain charged in constant state of orgasm.
    ‘Dev, would you not like to be in that enviable state for ever? A dream comes true! Complete happiness, one would be complete in one’s own self. And he/she would be the complete self.
    She was carried too far away in the dream of her completion. She was emitting the charged vibrations, sending irresistible shocks to Dev. He felt their intensity and enveloped her in his strong arms. He melted in her voltage and was extremely charged. Unbearable temperature engulfed him, he felt his body burning, consuming in its heat, but she soothed him with her tempting caresses, cajoling, and endearment and ultimately he subsumed himself in her fires and was extinguished in the fathomless depths of her sensual charges. He lost his mind, his bearing and his self. He was no more Dev, with a lost memory but an identity who was struggling to awaken from her vicious tentacles but was powerfully entangled to regain hearth. He was drowning in his depths and was lost for ever.
    She was stroking his hair lovingly and was happy in realms hence unknown. She did not want to come out of her ‘coma’ state and was feverishly engulfing him again. She did not want to lose contact with him and wanted to remain for ever in joyous embrace of this man.
    ‘Poor Dev, a seeker…At last he has found his happiness in the realms he sought. The truth he wanted to know is his happiness, his achievement. A real complete man he has become’! She murmured through her compressed lips. Her charged body had again revived its subject and was nailing him down to previous states. The subject though in experimental stages, was going through all the demands of its perpetrator and had become subconsciously the object of her fulfillment.
    It seemed eternity, when both realized the state outside. Daylight was filtering through the glass walls. All drapes had been removed during the night. And in the day light they did not need any covers. White flakes of snow were providing divine cover to their nudity. Like nature, they lay in the nude. Even the covers of their thoughts were amiss.
    When they came to, they were sorry for the light, it augmented their thirst again and they became willing partners. Full house was aghast at their mating. It was beyond their imagination! The real culmination of sensual balance! They proclaimed it, Equanimity attained by two opposite poles.
    The more i learn more i become aware of my ignorance
    Awareness of ignorance is wisdom

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    Dear Little Self

    I'm getting confused on the continuity of this thread. It switches from Indian spiritualism to love stories that in themselves seem unrelated.

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    Quote Originally Posted by MANICHAEAN View Post
    Dear Little Self

    I'm getting confused on the continuity of this thread. It switches from Indian spiritualism to love stories that in themselves seem unrelated.

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    These stories r infarct the beginning part of "Quest In Reality" series(in Philosophy section): These were shifted here , because these cater to the lowers side of humanity! There r three states to wisdom, viz., sloth,passion,wisdom(Tamas-Rajo-Satwic); sloth part was culled from main body &shifted here.regards
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    I understand and appreciate your sharing with us.

    But why don't you try and write yourself on the subject. My own view is that there is too much cut and paste ( or culling as you call it) on the Forum. And please dont worry about your proficiency in English. That will come.

    But we want to hear from you, not a book on the subject.

    Best wishes. M.

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    Quote Originally Posted by little-self View Post
    These stories r infarct the beginning part of "Quest In Reality" series(in Philosophy section): These were shifted here , because these cater to the lowers side of humanity! There r three states to wisdom, viz., sloth,passion,wisdom(Tamas-Rajo-Satwic); sloth part was culled from main body &shifted here.regards
    Are you familiar, LS, with the famous Chinese classic Journey to the West? The reason I ask is that your hierarchy of sloth, passion, and wisdom reminds me of the three main characters, who are also depicted somewhat hierarchically. For sloth (also lust and physical selfishness) there is Zhu Baijai, the pig demon; for passion (also will and childish ambition/selfishness) there is Sun Wukong, the monkey king; and for wisdom, there is Tripitaka, the Tang monk. There are other members of the party, and they also seem allegorical, but I wonder if those three ultimately represent some kind of shared Sino-Indian doctrine (after all, Journey to the West is the story of wisdom received in India. Do you have a view on this?

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    ls only knows this much that sloth relates to the body, passion to mind & wisdom to Self(-Realization); the former two relate the external, the latter to to inside(spiritual-heart).regards
    The more i learn more i become aware of my ignorance
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    Dear Little Self

    The crux of the issue I have is that you are jamming up three sections of this forum with cut & paste contributions ( Religious Texts, Philosophical Literature & Short Story Sharing.) This discourages other members from submitting their own original work.

    If you want to contribute your own writing / thoughts etc you are most welcome.

    I trust you understand what I am trying to get across.

    Best wishes
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    Sir all r my original writing & these r from my published books (Thoughts from "Prasanthi Thoughts",Genuine Masters from "In His Lutus Feet" *& "Quest In Reality: is an Internally recognized book), so all original not "cut & paste" as u have so so easily alleged! Regards ls
    PS. ls has 25 published works in his name--Rajinder Bibra (8 in English+17 in his mother tongue Pbi) so r relating to a genuine writer not an imposter!
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    Dear Little Self

    My congratulations on you being a successful author in India, and please accept my humble apologies if I have implied otherwise.

    Do you do your own translations from your mother tongue to English?

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    My works(with copyrights),in both languages, r in their original form,that they r not repeats or translated stale treatises!Readers of the forum r quite enlightened,well read & so far there has been an encouraging response from them! So far 130,000 reads in the forum of all my four threads! Quite encouraging1 I really thank them& i am inspired by their response.regards. discussion on the subject is closed pl!
    PS. ls is a creative writer not a poster!
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    Dear Little Self

    You see, why I ask if you translate yourself, is that your texts themselves are in good English. But when you yourself respond, basic English mistakes are apparent. For example:

    1. It is not "r" but "are."
    2. It is not "i" but "I"

    3. "Is is a creative writer." ??????


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    r u serious man?(read-Are you serious) Further discussion is closed pl!
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    The man called Dev was dumped at Kulu airport by two colleagues of Kamani. When they discovered that their Madam and the man were both in the higher state of sensual fulfillment, they got panicky on account of their ‘questioning’ condition. They had waited for them for days to regain their original states but both did not show any sign of recovery. The two seniors then decided to take the benefit of the situation and separated the man from the firm hold of their sensual liberties, otherwise they would have lost their Madam for ever and they would have to bear the irksome presence of the man. They did not want the interference of outsiders, especially a man, that too, a handsome one. They were all having heavenly times. The five (in the hilltops) were sufficient for the experimental purposes and the addition of this alien would only spoil their peace. He was such an attractive personality that each girl had contacted magnetic effect of his charms and always felt attracted towards him. Moreover, the absolute hold of him, over the girls, was spoiling the affectionate bond amongst them. Rather envious atmosphere was being created which the seniors wanted to avoid at any cost.
    So, the man now called Dev, was separated from madam’s delirious surrounding and was brought in high spirits at Bhuntar airport near Kulu by two most beautiful women. He was handed a ticket for Delhi, but being oblivious of his surroundings, the women put the ticket in his the cloth bag hanging on his left shoulder.
    Another beautiful woman was watching the scene in the cold shades of the entrance door. She noticed the two women leave in a Gypsy which was being driven by one of them.
    The arrival of the plane was late, as usual, so she had two hours at had and their best utility was also in her grasp provided she made the first move as the handsome man seemed oblivious of his surroundings. Was he on high on some drug or a lost memory case? Both seemed illogical. The man was heavenly attractive, big chiseled body, fair complexioned well mannered and of innocent looks. The combinations suggested only high degree of intelligence. She could not pull her eyes away from that handsome face, such large forehead, round big deep eyes, high cheek bones, and shapely nose on two inviting lips! She tried to locate the object of his staring eyes, which remained focused on some object outside the exit door of the departure lounge. The runway was empty, visibility very poor, as white clouds of fog had engulfed the whole landing strip. The mountains, big deodar trees, cascading river Beas, all had merged in the whiteness of the landscape. Perhaps all had conspired to block the entry of the intruder, the man made machine, which made terrible noise and ruined the serenity of silent Gods. Her chain of thoughts led her to countless Gods of the area. There were so many deities (guardian angels) in Kulu valley that each hilltop had etched a place of honour for the local Devta (deity). But none seemed disturbed by the horrendous sounds of the drum beats, their followers created in the ritual dances but the noise of the airplanes did disturb them and in retaliation, they often conspired and blocked the entry of this machine bird. All the Devtas of the valley were readying for oncoming Dussehra festival. Though it was still a month away but the people, the villages, and the surrounding towns were all making feverish arrangements for the approaching festivities. Even the elements did not want to be left behind and were at their pinnacle best, during the month of September which is most bountiful as it fills its coffers with greenish scenery; dazzling colours of flowers, orchards beaming with fruits and trees dancing in wheezy winds, rivers, streams, water spring falls, creating celestial music and the nature is at its dizzy heights.
    In such surroundings, the man appeared lost and the beautiful woman, with shoulder cut hair, was watching him sensually, driven to his magnetic body charms which somehow seemed to blend with the environs though her own body vibrations were emitting odd currents.
    Taking forceful steps, she walked to him and sat in the adjoining empty chair. There was none else in the waiting room. Arrival from Delhi-Chandigarh-Kulu had been announced two hours late. Invariably she had to wait, almost daily for the arrival of the aircraft. Not a soul joined her in her long hours of wait. For the last fifteen days, she had been put on this tiresome job of picking her passengers at Bhuntar and take them to Katrain, a beautiful place about ten km. from Kulu on Manali road.
    The more i learn more i become aware of my ignorance
    Awareness of ignorance is wisdom

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