Today is the birth anniversary of Swami Sri Yukteswar Giri, and as he is both an enlightened master and a son of Bengal, it is in honor of this give-no-fucks truth-teller that I mourn the India that is trapping itself into a hall of mirrors.
Much of what I said here is starting to come true, which is why the reclamation of West Bengal is such a sadly hollow victory. It's not just that the BJP is ignoring its own shadow, the electorate is also ignoring the growing collective shadow.
This should have been a truly exhilarating victory, reclaiming Bengal after 900 years.
I wanted it to feel like a victory.
Instead, it is dangerous false light. At best, a temporary reprieve that could descend into darkness unless the underlying rot is burned away. And unless people wake up and do their shadow work (I hate saying that now, the term has become so corrupted), the second Bengali renaissance we all hoped for WILL NOT happen.
Instead, the collective shadow that everyone is ignoring will explode.
From talking to Indians since the elections, it's pretty clear that these complacent zombies don't want to change or examine themselves (minus one wise man who agreed with me and saw what I saw). Nobody believes my warnings. Nobody wants to peek into the collective underworld, where bhutas, pretas and asuras are sharpening their weapons. Nobody believes the insight of a woman who has lived in the Underworld, who knows the Underworld, and who instantly recognizes false light and scarily misleading victories.
These people are the literal definition of NPCs, there's just blankness when you tell them something that doesn't match their programming. They are consumed by greed and vanity, lowering the ancient vibration of Hindutva (which is NOT what mainstream discourse has distorted it to be) into a hollow, robotic shell of its real Light.
Truly, Andhaka rules this world.
I used to wonder why Mahavatar Babaji secluded himself in the Himalayas for centuries, instead of coming down to the plains and helping ordinary people in desperate circumstances. I think I'm beginning to understand his reasons.
Nobody wants to hear the truth. People like being cattle.
And I think not even for the sake of our Shaktabhumi, Holy Bengal, would the Kriya Gurus compromise truth.
As Paramahansa Yogananda said of his guru, Sri Yukteswar Giri is softer than flower petals when kindness is needed, yet stronger than thunder when principles are at stake.
And so on the birth anniversary of the immortal Sri Yukteswar Giri, I pray to him and Mother Kali.
When the thunderbolt of ugly truth strikes, hold me, my Twin and other sincere seekers in soft flower petals, because we will simultaneously feel rage, grief and relief as India undergoes an exorcism.
When these zombies are inevitably forced to face the growing shadow that they have stubbornly ignored, please hold me, my Twin and other sincere seekers in soft flower petals. Please save those of us who are sincere seekers from suffering the consequences of mistakes that narcissists made. Please rebirth India into her true wholeness from the destruction of collective ego.
JAI GURUDEV
JAI MAA KALI