Teleporting Across the Ocean

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After Chandra finished his ritual duties, he knows that it is time to teleport across the ocean, back to Sherlock’s domicile … and so his two feet arrives upon the cobble stones of Baker Street, within a wink of an eye, and he drifts through a small crack in the window sill, like a wisp of fog, and he duly appears before Sherlock in a slightly visible ethereal body … and then, sitting opposite Sherlock’s confounded facial expression, Chandra said, “Namaste Lord Sherlock,

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“Take a look at this drop of water,” continued Chandra, as he takes an eyedropper from his coat and squeezes a drop onto the table’s top. “You asked me about man’s eternal soul, well, there are hundreds of thousands of microscopic organisms swimming around in this drop of water, and yes, they too have souls, just as the huge body of an elephant has a similar soul of the same size. Whether the body be huge or infinitesimal, the soul within floods the entire body with consciousness.”

Sherlock reaches for something in a drawer, and Chandra says, “Put away your magnifying glass, Sherlock, it will not allow you to see these souls, nor can you see the bodies of these tiny creatures swimming around in their vast world of liquidity. I have teleported into the far future, and I have looked at specimens through their powerful microscopes, and still the soul is invisible to our eyes, because the soul is one ten-thousandth the tip of a hair, and thus invisible to our eyes.”

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“Sometimes the path can be a little bumpy in the beginning,” whispered Chandra into Sherlock’s ear.

“We can converse person to person, no need for whispers,” said Sherlock.

After a long pause, Chandra continued, “the path most often requires one to discard baggage that prevents the seeker from flying upward into the heavenly realms …”

“And this means that I must discard something … what?” implored Sherlock.

“Let me narrate a story which illustrates this situation of shedding things that hinder,” offered Chandra, and he told a story thus;

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“Once upon a time, on the peripheral edge of the Bermuda Triangle, there rested an exotic bird paradise on a celestial island in the sea.

“Bermuda Triangle?” wondered Sherlock…

“Yes, this triangle was known by men to be a cursed area of the sea, off the coast of Bermuda, and was always a great mystery to man, as many boats and aeroplanes have disappeared after entering it’s domain. The truth is, this area is a conduit, it is like a wormhole, or a portal that teleports whoever enters, and transports them into other dimensions, other lands, other planets, into different eras, into different centuries.

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What is on the “other side?”

“That island on the edge of this Bermuda wormhole, was populated by exotic birds who happily lived in peace for centuries, because it was protected by the curse of that triangle, and humans feared the reputation of “they who enters nare ever return.” Thus that abode of the exotic birds flourished, until one day a wooden ship appeared like a bad dream, with it’s black flag of skull-and-cross-bones flapping in the wind. The birds turned their colorful necks to observe this ship, full of black-bearded pirates, who then proceeded to do what man does best…”

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And Chandra paused a few moments, as Sherlock’s eye-brows arched, as if to say, “what, pray tell, what is it, that man does best?”

“The very thing that man, the two legged animal, does best … is to kill every living creature that lay within his wicked eyesight…”

“What you say is true, oh sage, please tell me why this is so?” pleaded Sherlock.

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“Why does man delight in killing? This is because he is not in harmony with the creative golden spiral of the universe. He cannot create anything wondrous with his two clumsy hands … therefore he is envious of all that has beauty … envious of all that flows with the magical Fibonacci numbers, he is disharmonious with all that is seen in the golden ratio of the divine proportions of creation,

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and all he can do, is to use his gift of free will, and wrongly choose to kill that which he fears, that which is beyond his comprehension. And thus he thinks his crude murder of life to be a sort of brutish creativity … like it is some kind of esoteric work of art … but it is only his fear and hatred of God’s immaculate creation.”

“And so,” continued Chandra, “the beautiful birds resided in caves etched within the side of a great mountain, and thus Blackbeard and his motley crew of pirates proceeded to fire their man’o-war cannon balls at the near mountain, which decimated the nests of unsuspecting birds, who raised a squalor of protest.”

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The Condor’s only hope of survival from the pirate’s fiery assault was to fly up the sheer walls of the vertical face of the mountain, up to the lofty peaks without hesitation, … but alas, those condors who were attached to their nest and eggs, and tried to secure either nest or eggs held in their talons, they could not make the vertical ascent as quickly, being burdened down’, and they could not escape the cannon balls exploding all about the mountain face, and they fell down to death, while the Condors who flew without a second thought, leaving all behind, only they lived … so, the moral of the story, is that when the house is on fire, rhe survivor exits,  to reach the goal, sometimes he must leave cherished attachments behind. That is what the moral of the story seems to be telling … but then again, things are not always what they seem.”

“There is nothing more deceptive than obvious facts,” said Sherlock, quoting one of his favorite axioms.

After assimilating all of this elaborate elucidation, Sherlock suggested, “Yes, it may seem that the birds that flew off were selfish, just trying to save themselves … and those who tried to save the nest, bore true nobility of heart, possessing a true moral compass.

“But, from another viewpoint, it may be said that in order for one to save himself from imminent danger, the situation may preclude the giving up of one’s attachments, to first save yourself, then go back and save others.”

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To this, Chandra said, “Sometimes you can’t save others until you first save yourself … but that is not what really happened! The most common mistake people make, is to smugly think that our particular species of homo sapiens is more intelligent than animals who live in so-called primitive ages … and so it may come as a shock to our big brains, to discover that primitive animals possess the ability to proffer a challenge to one’s so-called modern intelligence.

“And so, keeping that in mind … this is what really happened:”

Some of the Condors pretended to be dead, laying there still, in the nests … while the other Condors flew upward into the clouds, until they became tiny specks in the sky before merging into the clouds. To which the Pirates laughed loudly, and hurled insults up into the skies, crying out;

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“Run you cowards, fly away and save your own skin, and let your fellow mates and wives die in your nests, trying to protect your eggs, ha ha, big big birds with big big yellow bellies!!!”

The Pirates thought they were gone, until they heard a  faint wailing noise, way up in the sky,

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getting louder and louder … and before they could discern the reality of what was about to happen, a multitude of Condors suddenly materializing out of thin air, and they came swooping down with talons extended, claws eager to dig deep into the backs of the terrified Pirates, who ran here and there, some being picked up in the air with the Condor’s talons so sharp and strong, and firmly embedded into the bleeding backs of hapless pirates, and some were dropped into the ocean, as other terrified pirates ran all about, helter skelter, while the Condors ripped up their sails, tore down their masts, and overturned fires and kegs of oil, which set the ship ablaze.

As the wooden ship became a blazing inferno, more pirates came running out of the bowels of the ship, some jumping into the churning water and swimming ashore, where they lay exhausted on the beach for a long time. After gathering their wits, they looked around, and gazed up into the sky, and they thought that the Condors were gone, and they breathed deeply with great relief and gratitude … and then after a long while, a low and distant growl summoned their attention, and looking towards that alarming sound, they saw small specs on the distant shore, specs that grew larger and larger, until the true shapes began to manifest … and to their utter dismay, the pirates found themselves confronted with a pack of snarling and hungry wolves …

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great grey  wolves much larger than ever seen in Europe. Both pirates and wolves stood there staring at each other, the men frozen, afraid to run, and then the whole pack moved simultaneously, just a mere inch, which set off sheer panic throughout the bodies of the terrified pirates, and they all turned and ran for dear life.”

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Tolkien in Hinterland – http://wp.me/p4m90U-aC
Mandates of the night sky – http://wp.me/p4m90U-1Z
Rory chap 5 father time – http://wp.me/p4m90U-9U
Coronation of Lord Smithy the Third – http://wp.me/p4m90U-bL
Telling the Gents What to Do – http://wp.me/p4m90U-cK
Winter of my Soul- http://wp.me/p4m90U-i2

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He can’t die! He’s Clint Eastwood!!

Clint Eastwood hits the dirt, he took a half dozen bullets … Some enraged man in the audience jumps up and screams, “Bogus!! He can’t die! He’s Clint Eastwood!!” True, the hero of the movie should never die … and this is a hint of what’s next in the Sherlock Time Tweaking saga. Something similar is going to happen to a leading person that will stun readers, something totally shocking and unthinkable! It’s something mind-boggling and impossible to conceive, yet the hard facts seem to confirm that it did happen! [Sherlock says, “There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.”]

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Quote from Sherlock’s author-

“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.” ― Arthur Conan Doyle

and now we switch channels into a Pinkish haze…

Is it pinkish? No, it’s a crucifix!

excerpt from Katz of Hinterland

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Phelia lays her weary head on a blood-reddish pillow. She feels herself in a rare mellowish mood, and so she reaches for her Pink Floyd CD, the one with the cosmic track that sounds like an interstellar journey, and she inserts it and pushes the play button. She also turns on her DVD player and plays the section of 2001 Space Odyssey, no volume, where the music of Pink Floyd seems to fit right into the imagery. She learned this trick from her friends back in Frisco. It is so uncanny how the music goes along with the footage. The astronaut is speeding through the cosmos and the pinky-floyders are just cooking it up with their trans-cosmic journey, and Phelia is day-tripping on the swirling colors and far-out sounds. Instead of her head jerking around in gyrations, her face slightly tilted back and forth like she had seen a Hindu lady do on TV one time. Then she hears something really weird, something really off. There is some new sound, like something new was just dubbed onto the track. “What is it?” She thought.

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“Is it pinkish?” she inquires to herself. “Yes, that definitely sounds pinkish—yeah—or, is it somewhere between a ballerina pink and a clown’s red nose? … really bizarre … the kind of stuff they do, but, although it fits like a glove, I definitely never heard that kind of riff before, and I had it all memorized … at least I thought … uh, something strange is happening here.”

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“Now I know,” she thinks. “That sounds like the screeching of… uh … what? A cat screaming? Yes, it is some cat screaming! No doubt about it. Or, is it more like cat chanting in a high-pitched screeching tone?” Then she is irresistibly drawn to her window. It is so freaking dark outside, and the woods looms ghoulishly in a dense bog. But suddenly, she sees a bright flash of light. A spotlight suddenly appears. “What? A spotlight,” she thinks, as she turns back to the flashing journey of the spacecraft and the pinkish concert. But the cat screeches right there, right on time with the music. As if it was dubbed onto the sound track. “How do they know, how to sing along with pink?” She thinks. The music is building up to a climax, and the guitar lead explodes, as David Gilmour rips out his articulate guitar licks in towering form. Then she looks again to the open window, out into the yard, her eyes are dragged to that spot light! That glaring spot light! Somehow, someone, some thing, had turned the porch spot light around. Usually it lights up the porch. This time it was turned around to a particular spot in the woods! And what is in the limelight? Her eyes squint to see what it is. “Wait,” she tells herself, “you are missing the climax of the 2001 pinker mind blow! Turn back to the telly, you are going to miss the best part!” However, unable to turn back to the pinkard crescendo, she rivets her assaulted eyes upon the hideous sight in the woods, accented by the turned spot light. It is a crucifix! Two arms were stretched out and upward, like the crucifixion of Christ! And two legs are nailed with thorns to the rotten trucks of trees. And the head, what is it? “It’s a cat!” thinks Phelia, “it’s a hideously mutilated and crucified cat!!”

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A voice appears in Phelia’s ear. It is that old familiar voice of some cat in the woods. It says, “take heed, Phelia, and look for our emissary. He is coming. You will help, you will channel us. You are part of the plan. Do not fail us. We did this. We’ll do it to you, if you fail us.”

Phelia cried out, “You monster, look what you did!”

The voice says, “What is the difference? You humans do this all the time. You gloss it over with euphemisms. You kill animals all the time, and you dare to call me the monster! You string them up, you hang them up on hooks, just like a crucified victim, and then you cook their muscles and stuff their charred flesh into your gullet, you do it all the time! So, what’s the difference between you and me?!”

Phelia thinks for a moment, of what he means, and says softly to the woods, “oh yes, we do slaughter animals all the time, and men think nothing of it.”

“The game is afoot!!” says Silvester Sleuth

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A foot? The game is about a foot?

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“The big picture means that we look beyond this short life, we look beyond the stars, beyond all suns and planets, and see the whole enchilada, the huge spiritual galaxy out there, full of effulgent planets … I call it the nexus, borrowing the nomenclature from the star trek movie “Generations.” The nexus in the film was a place in the cosmic ribbon, in which once being there, and made to leave, one can only think of how to get back to this nexus, and nothing else … because within the nexus, all desires are instant reality, and time has no meaning. There one holds dear, the deepest longing of his soul, and time does not take it away.” – “Katz of Hinterland” – http://tinyurl.com/Katz-Amazon

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Sherlock chap 2 – http://wp.me/p4m90U-6g
Sherlock chap 4 – http://wp.me/p4m90U-aW
Mandates of the night sky – http://wp.me/p4m90U-1Z
Rory chap 1 – Einstein & golden Ratio http://wp.me/p4m90U-4p
Rory chap 2, the law of confusion – http://wp.me/p4m90U-7z
Rory chap 5 father time – http://wp.me/p4m90U-9U
Mind over matter – http://wp.me/p4m90U-2m
Willy Wanko – http://wp.me/p4m90U-18
Tolkien in Hinterland – http://wp.me/p4m90U-aC
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Real Happiness – http://wp.me/p4m90U-ca
Coronation of Lord Smithy the Third – http://wp.me/p4m90U-bL

Books:

“A Day in the Life of Jayananda Thakur” – http://tinyurl.com/myfxoz2
“The Beautiful Life of Jayananda Thakur” – http://tinyurl.com/mj587ab
“The Beautiful Life of Jayananda Thakur” – kindle – http://tinyurl.com/q6rmr7v
“Katz of Hinterland,” a novel – http://tinyurl.com/Katz-Amazon

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Moriarty meets the Lion King

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 “Tread Lightly” Roars the Nocturnal Lion

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 Chapter 4 of “Sherlock Holmes and the Tweaking of Time”

Let us remember what Moriarty said at the end of chapter 2:

”Oh,” said Moriarty, “Then I will threaten your spiritual guide, my men will kill your guru if you try to cheat me … not only that, they will torture him sufficiently before ending his life … do I make myself perfectly clear?”

And now, chapter 4

Moriarty stumbles around the room, bumping into chairs, spilling his cognac on expensive Persian hand-woven rugs. He swoons, feeling very disoriented, his eyes staring off into space, his mouth agape, as if he had just witnessed something wonderful, or something very terrible.

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Wolfgang tendered a query with a thin smile, “It seems you had a visitor last night, am I correct?”

Moriarty replied, “Yes, many strange things happened last night, many wondrous things, I will tell the whole account, as I remember….”

Wolfgang implores, “Please tell us everything, we are fascinated…..”

And so Moriarty began his narration;

“Sitting in my favorite chair, I was reading “Voyages Extraordinaires” by Jules Verne, and after a sudden inspiration, I ordered my men to summon the monks, and bring them forthwith … and soon, after a moment’s notice, the orange-clad anchorites appeared upon the scene, smiling, standing serenely in the middle of my humongous library that beautified the west wing of my vast mansion.”

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“Chandra, being eager to speak, said this unto me, “My dear Herr Moriarty, your time machine is virtually near to being ready, for to transport you far away, into distant times of India’s enchanting history. We built the machine in the heart of the Bavarian forest, just a scant 10 miles from your mansion … and so, we should transfer you to that location, without delay.”

“And so I issued a loud command, vibrating in all directions … let us proceed to our time machine and I shall take a little jaunt back into the eons of antiquity!”

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“And so, my loyal minions snapped into action, grabbing guns and supplies as we all boarded our vehicles and drove madly up a winding road, into the Bavarian forest….

“After we drove for a long while, we entered into the heart of the Bavarian forest, and up ahead we saw a faint glimmer of the structure, and after a few minutes, we pulled our vehicles onto the entrance road, went through some gigantic cedar trees, and came into full vision of this brightly painted time machine, shining magnificently like a jewel within the thick foliage of the forest. It sparkled like a diamond, embellished with elegant arches, and decorated with scantly dressed statues and gargoyles along the rooftop.

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“I smiled in anticipation, as Chandra’s workers applied the final touches. My henchmen stood around the spectacle, their mouths agape, their eyes fascinated with these oriental workers, with their dark, blackish skin, standing naked except for thin rags around their loins. Some wore brightly colored towels around their mid-sections. Their well-oiled black hair sported top knots, fixed upon the crest of their heads, which bobbed side to side, right in time to their rapid chanting of some Sanskrit mantras … their skilled hands giving the finishing touches on this architectural masterpiece.

“As my servants backed away from the time chamber, I entered the time portal, and pushing one of the brightly colored buttons on the control panel, hence I was teleported without delay into a swirling wormhole …

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which propelled me through luminous space, and showered a multifarious array of out-of-this-world wicked images shooting all about me from all directions … objects whizzing past my eyes with super-velocity speeds … thereafter, I entered a world of phantasmagoria, of beautiful flowered vessels flying about the heavens, floating in cris-cross patterns all about the dark-blue sky….

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“Finally, after a timeless wandering in space, so it seemed, I was allowed entrance into the ancient land of Bharata Varsa, commonly known as India … a land abounding with exotic fruit trees and flower trees decorating the streets and parks of the city. Men and women strolled about the stalls of the town markets, wearing garments studded with gold and rubies.

“After walking down a dusty road, I saw several temples on both sides of the road, each temple supporting numerous statues adorning the walls and roof and large entrances, I presumed them to be icons of many gods, displaying many god-like powers. occasionally, there would be sadhus sitting by the side of the road, playing a flute to charm cobras with sinister hoods and evil looking, red beady eyes, they would rise up from a basket, in a hypnotic swaying movement.

“I flagged down a rickshaw, of which I boarded, and asked the driver to show me the town, and off we went, down the road …

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“Soon we came upon a herd of pure white cows grazing on green grass, all carefree … and the rickshaw walla told me that these cows were Surabhi cows, and they were sometimes decorated with jewels and mineral paints from the minerals of Govardhan hill, and sometimes they have gold-plated horns, and bells hanging around their necks, by suspension of silk neck ties.

“Then I said how these cows looked so delicious, and I could eat a steak right now … and how this rickshaw man protested! He was horrified to hear this, and his face got all twisted out of shape, and he yelled at me, “how dare you say that about our beautiful Surabhi cows!”

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“What’s wrong with eating cows?” I said, “In our modern times, in our great civilization, we eat them all the time … and nobody is protesting….”

“And then the rickshaw walla lets go of my carriage, and he screams “the horrors of Kali-yuga!!” and then he runs away and abandons me! And then my carriage careens out of control! … and it is racing into oblivion, at high speed, and then it hits, wham, into a tree! And I go flying off the rickshaw and land on my back!

“I sit there stunned, and a micro-moment later, this wicked cobra appears out of the blue, coiled before me, ready to strike, his hot red eyes staring into mine … I shudder, my eyes forced shut with fear … I wait for hot fangs to penetrate my skin, and a moment later, to my sheer luck … a mongoose sweeps in out of nowhere, his eager teeth are sinking lustily into the cobra’s neck, and they both are thrashing about, and the mongoose conquers the cobra’s pride, as he snaps the snake’s neck with a loud audible “Pop!”… and the cobra’s body lies limp on the ground, amidst the riotous cheers of villagers who gathered to watch the contest…

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“Then, I look around, and villagers are running by me, yelling, “run bubba, as fast as you can, sahib, because there’s a man-eating tiger running through the village, and he’s coming this way, run!”

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“So I turned, and looked backward to see tigers and panthers running right behind me, with wild eyes and gnashing teeth … leading the pact was a large tiger, running very swiftly and gracefully in my direction, as fear petrified my body … I tried to run, but couldn’t move a muscle, I was frozen, immobile, watching the harbinger of death sure to end my life right here and now on a dusty Indian road, my flesh devoured by a huge man-eating tiger … and somehow within my mind, a voice whispered, “fitting karma, eh? You eat the cow, and the wild animal eats you! One life is forfeit for another life taken, the cosmic scales of karma will always even the score!”

“Somehow I get my body to move and I turn to run, and just then, the Tiger jumps right over me and pounces, with claws extended, upon the cowering body of another man, and quickly devouring flesh, off his screaming carcass, right before my eyes! Such abhorrence caused my mind to snap, and I was hurled into a pitch-black darkness, as if my brief candle was snuffed out, leaving everything to a complete blackout … then a faint voice came rising from the sub-stratus of my mind, and it meekly beggars the question, “What is this place? where am I? Who has created this nightmare of insanity? It is balmy-on-the-crumpet to be sure! … I see pale visions of ghouls, snakes and wicked phantoms, lurking in the shadows!”

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“I turn to escape, to get out of here, run somewhere, anywhere but here! But something stops my flight, something far more terrifying than a wild tiger … something of a feline manifestation, yes, a huge cat-like face with a huge flowing mane, no … it is a Lion of gargantuan proportions! Yes, it is a gigantic Lion King! The King of all carnivorous creatures that haunt the nightmare dreams of man!”

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“Then a flash of brilliant light flooded the landscape and the heavens up above, whiteness everywhere, nothing to be seen but this all-pervading white light, that somehow gave me a smidgen of hope, that I might survive … this can’t be real!

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“This must be a dream! … and there spread all about the forest, an intense fragrance of exotic flowers, that filled the atmosphere with the most amazing fragrance, just as this Lion King phantom stood directly over me, His hot fury breath, blowing like a desert cyclone, right in my face … but, this Lion breath gave no edificatory displeasure, rather in fact, It’s breath contained the sweetest fragrance….

“This ferocious Lion appeared to be very hungry, licking His chops … looking at me like I was the main course of a smorgasbord feast, and He stood over me waving his huge arms, His body adorned with many glittering jewels and flowers about His neck, He roared with such ferocity; “How dare you! My eternal servants are more dear to Me than my life, and you think you can threaten them without consequence! I will tear you apart!!”

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“As the Lion King towered over my shaking frame, His razor-sharp claws prickled upon my bare chest, after having ripped my stately shirt to shreds … those extended claws appeared to be very much eager to rip my entrails out, and wrap them around my trembling neck … this ghastly vision seemed to be projected from the Lion, into my terrified mind … His hot breath bellows in my face, but paradoxically, it carries a very sweet heavenly scent, like Jasmine and lotus flowers … His red-hot eyes bore into my brain, and he roared, “One more negatory threat served upon My dear servants … and I will tear you limb from limb, and garland your neck with your intestines! Do not provoke Me!”

“That’s it, that’s all I remember … and I still don’t know if this was a dream, or if it really happened? But … when I look in a mirror … I see deep scratch marks across my bare chest!!!”

To be continued….

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“All glories to Lord Nrsimha’s sharp lotus claws,retracted for His devotees, and fully extended for His devotees’ enemies.”  – From Sri Nrsimha-palana-prarthana – Prayers to Lord Nrsimha For Protection – Verses by Kusakratha dasa

Recommended blogs:

Sherlock  chap 1 – http://wp.me/p4m90U-R
Sherlock  chap 1 pt 2 – http://wp.me/p4m90U-1B
Sherlock  chap 1 pt 3 – http://wp.me/p4m90U-56
Sherlock chap 2 – http://wp.me/p4m90U-6g
Mandates of the night sky – http://wp.me/p4m90U-1Z
Rory chap 1 – Einstein & golden Ratio http://wp.me/p4m90U-4p
Rory chap 2, the law of confusion – http://wp.me/p4m90U-7z
Rory chap 5 father time – http://wp.me/p4m90U-9U
Mind over matter – http://wp.me/p4m90U-2m
Willy Wanko – http://wp.me/p4m90U-18
Tolkien in Hinterland – http://wp.me/p4m90U-aC
Beehive of devotion: http://wp.me/p4m90U-3d
Even children can take part: http://wp.me/p4m90U-5E

Books-
“A Day in the Life of Jayananda Thakur” – http://tinyurl.com/myfxoz2
“The Beautiful Life of Jayananda Thakur” – http://tinyurl.com/mj587ab
“The Beautiful Life of Jayananda Thakur” – kindle – http://tinyurl.com/q6rmr7v
“Katz of Hinterland,” a novel – http://tinyurl.com/Katz-Amazon

“I’ve read the philosophers,” muttered Jeb to himself, “one after another, and it leaves a hole, all I get is just an inkling. What is this existence called life? What is it all about? I need to know before I’m snuffed. What am I here for? I have to know. Happiness … what is it? Go to school, find a girl, get married, have kids, watch em’ grow up and leave ya, grow senile, the end. What’s that? They call it happiness … not sure about that. I get little smidgens of something out there, just behind the wall. There’s a small crack in the wall and I barely get a glimpse. What is it? Some big ocean of something, just under the skin of illusion, I just have to break on through to that other side, find the key to that door of perception. The philosophers are just guessing, that’s all. They don’t know a croc about it. They only know the ramblings of their mind. I know if that door opens, a great flood of light and color and music will pour out. I’ve seen it in dreams, in the outer regions of my sub-consciousness. Someday I will kiss the hallowed soil of the promised land … this I know…”

“Katz of Hinterland” a novel – http://tinyurl.com/Katz-Amazon

 

Bhakta Sherlock goes Cold Turkey – Chapter 2

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Sherlock Holmes and the tweaking of time

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Where we left off in chapter 1:

And so, Sherlock’s mind was crowded with many thoughts of the ramifications of all this information given by the monks, he thought, Yes, this God question is the oldest enigma of mankind, there are thousands of thesis put forth by theologians to exhaust all questions and answers on the subject. Yet, these monks give information of some purifycatory process of which they claim that many a man has gained some sort of sensory experience of God, an extraordinary assertion indeed! … and so … I could not claim myself to be a true detective, if I do not pursue the evidence trail of such a monumental claim! This appears to be the grandest mystery of all times...

Chapter 2:

Sherlock turns to exit the hall, and Watson follows with a scowl. Professor Moriarty’s weak attempt at obscurity was duly noted by Sherlock’s all pervasive scrutiny. The guest speaker, Chandra, is busy thanking guests as they file out of the door, but his attention is clandestinely focused upon Sherlock, and then slyly, he diverts it  to Moriarty, who is hiding in the shadows. Then Chandra suddenly winks at Sherlock, and smiles a sort of “we are privy to all your dealings with Professor Moriarty” type of knowing. Sherlock thinks; “these exotic men are more than cloistered clerics – much more than speechmakers on a lecture tour. They are something beyond my imagination.”

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He proceeds forward, after his left eyebrow rises ever so slightly, and then he hesitates at the exit door, and turns suddenly to his right, and poses this inquiry to the monk standing there; “I am curious, esteemed priest … about the path that the ancients traverse, by which they are granted divine cognizance of their cherished gods?”

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Chandra answers with a bewitching smile; “Great fortune is your curiosity, for such inquisitiveness will open the door to spiritual wealth.”

”Does such a path, well trodden, grant authentic perspicacity of their deity beloved?” Inquired Sherlock. “How does one begin this path of the ancients … please initiate me into these esoteric teachings, for I am an eager student, with sincere intentions.” Thus entreated Sherlock — the fervent supplicant.

Chandra, being delighted, said to Sherlock. “You have begun the ancient path, ivcvbmagesjust by asking for it. Follow the humble way given by the masters, they who have seen the truth … meditate on them, and we will come to you now and then, and we will guide you.” Chandra then turns to another person, and Sherlock walks through the exit door …

Sherlock wonders loudly within his mind, and then he murmurs in low whisper, “How does the sage cometh?” … Then he detects a faint voice speaking directly into his ear as if the voice is within his ear and brain, as if words were riding invisible waves of ether from an outside speaker into Sherlock’s inner dimensions, saying thus;

“Listen carefully as I now speak to you softly … mind to mind, this I do from any location on earth, in the same room or I can be in India, geographical location makes no difference, just as cosmic worlds are relative in size with infinitesimal atoms. Once, by the will of providence, the whole cosmos was seen in a very small village, via a small boy, this story giving bliss to the whole world — and simultaneously the cosmos remained above, in the heavens, both places it was … within and without, oh well, more on this later….

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“I will often come to you in different guises, sometimes via telepathy from mind to mind, wherein I speak directly to your superb mental faculties … we skip the usual physical route of tongue forming words which are propelled into the air and captured via inner ear, which relays an electrical message to the synapses in the brain … ahem! Enough of such meanderings! … Sometimes I come in a vision, like in a ethereal body, half earth, half spirit, but fully visible to your eyes … and sometimes I come in my full-on corporeal body, appearing to your senses in a flash, as if bursting out of thin air, appearing in my gross, carnal, fleshly body … giving to us a man-to-man connection, as it were…

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“Sometimes I come to you in dream, and we travel together in our dream bodies, flying across lands in ethereal bodies – we fly over surreal landscapes … thus teleporting to other dimensions, we defy the so-called law of nature, the impossible becomes possible, the invisible becomes visible, and … great distances are traveled by a mere step, and time goes backwards and forwards according to our will … nothing is so astonishing that it is beyond the grasp of the masters of mystic yoga … unlimited possibilities awaits one who treads this path.”

“Hmmm, we travel to other dimensions, other lands of time?” whispered Sherlock, “Back in time?”

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“Forward in time also.”

“History is recorded in books, journals … Hmmm, could not our intrusion change the pages, erasing words, printing new ones?”

“That is why we teleport, to thwart the intrusions of the fellows whose design is to exact such changes,” murmured the voice.

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Sherlock felt flickering doubts assail his discriminatory mind, like how can things defy laws of physics and be true and logical ….?

Chandra whispered low, “logic has it’s use, and you resemble an icon personality a century in the future, who travels in space to other planets, and everything is logic to him, he is known as Spock, you will see him someday soon … but logic is grossly over-rated, in a world of inconceivable energies, you will see….”

Right then, Sherlock turned to see the other monk, Chakradari, standing at the back exit door, and he motions for Chandra to follow … they both smile at their immanent fate.

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“Sometimes the path can be a little bumpy in the beginning,” whispered Chandra into Sherlock’s ear.

After a long pause, Chandra continued, “the path most often requires one to discard baggage that prevents the seeker from flying upward into the heavenly realms …”

“And this means that I must discard something … what?” implored Sherlock.

“Let me narrate a story which illustrates this situation of shedding things that hinder,” offered Chandra, and he told a story thus;

“Once upon a time, on the peripheral edge of the Bermuda Triangle,modern-art-prints there rested an exotic bird paradise on a celestial island in the sea.

“Bermuda Triangle?” wondered Sherlock…

“Yes, this triangle was known by men to be a cursed area of the sea, off the coast of Bermuda, and was always a great mystery to man, as many boats and aeroplanes have disappeared after entering it’s domain. The truth is, this area is a conduit, it is like a wormhole,imkvjjvages or a portal that teleports whoever enters, and transports them into other dimensions, other lands, other planets, into different eras, into different centuries.

“That island on the edge of this Bermuda wormhole, was populated by exotic birds who happily lived in peace for centuries, because it was protected by the curse of that triangle, and humans feared the reputation of “they who enters nay ever return.” Thus that abode of the exotic birds flourished, until one day a wooden shipdutchman2 appeared like a bad dream, with it’s black flag of skull-and-cross-bones flapping in the wind. The birds turned their colorful necks to observe this ship, full of black-bearded pirates, who then proceeded to do what man does best…”

And Chandra paused a few moments, as Sherlock’s eye-brows arched, as if to say, “what, pray tell, what is it, that man does best?”

“The very thing that man, the two legged animal, does best … is to killdm_holbein42 every living creature that lay within his wicked eyesight…”

“What you say is true, oh sage, please tell me why this is so?” pleaded Sherlock.

“Why does man delight in killing? This is because he is not in harmony with the creative golden spiral of the universe. He cannot create anything wondrous with his two clumsy hands … therefore he is envious of all that has beauty … envious of all that flows with the magical Fibonacci numbers,imapiouges he is disharmonious with all that is seen in the golden ratio of the divine proportions of creation, and all he can do, is to use his gift of free will, and wrongly choose to kill that which is beyond his comprehension. And thus he thinks his crude murder of life to be a sort of brutish creativity … like it is some kind of esoteric work of art … but it is only his fear and hatred of God’s immaculate creation.”

“And so,” continued Chandra, “the beautiful birds resided in caves etched within the side of a great mountain, and thus Black Beard and his motley crew of pirates proceeded to fire their man’o-war cannon balls at the near mountain, which decimated the nests of unsuspecting birds, who raised a squalor of protest.”

To be continued … Hey I know, this isn’t exactly the cold turkey that you may have anticipated, stay tuned, for that will happen in the next installment. 🙂

Commentary:

Sri Guru and previous acharyas will often communicate to devotees via dreams, as seen in this example:

During a morning walk at Stow lake, in 1968, Srila Prabhupada had this conversation with Yamuna dasi – Yamuna said:

“Swamiji, Janaki-devi wrote me this very nice letter where she had a dream that there was a gigantic platform above the surface of the earth, and all of our devotees, our Godbrothers and sisters and you, were assembled on this gigantic platform for sankirtana. And we had such a thunderous joy, magnificent kirtana, that the whole earth… When you said, “Jaya om param paramahamsa,” the whole earth bowed down to youUntixmnxbtled1 like this. And we were all crying, so happy. And you said, “Now my Guru Maharaja is satisfied.”

Param Vijayate Sree Krishna Sankirtan!

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Short links to other Sherlock posts-
Sherlock  chap 1 pt 1– http://wp.me/p4m90U-R
Sherlock  chap 1 pt 2 – http://wp.me/p4m90U-1B
Sherlock  chap 1 pt 3 – http://wp.me/p4m90U-56
Sherlock chap 2 – http://wp.me/p4m90U-6g

Sherlock – once you eliminate the impossible..

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Once you eliminate the impossible, what remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth!

Part 3 of Sherlock and the tweeking of time

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After pausing a few moments, Chandra declared with raised voice and utter confidence, “But we are knowing! … yes … we are knowing of the primal cause of all the planets and everything in creation!”

Watson’s mind explodes upon this remark, thinking, What audacity! They claim to know things that we do not? How preposterous!

“It is said by some man in your country,” continued Chakradari, “that once you eliminate the impossible, what remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”

Upon this remark, Sherlock’s eyebrows rose ever so slightly.

“So, we must eliminate the impossible idea of a great creative power suddenly emerging from nothing … then creating all these wonderful things we see … this amazing life and the harmonious beauty of nature. No, that is an unfeasible proposition, it is completely unthinkable. That … is a ludicrous phantasmagoria of the mind! That idea cannot be rationally contemplated … and so it cannot exist! It is merely a concocted myth.

“Therefore … we must accept the reasonable idea of a supremely intelligent and powerful Entity, Who is commonly known as God, Who always existed in all times, past, present, and future, Who was there, before this universe, Whose intelligence and power created this universe, no matter how improbable one thinks this to be…”

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But Watson seemed to scream this thought into the ether, But still, you have no experience of this God whom you claim to exist before the creation!

Chandra said, “Yes, some of you are probably thinking that we too have no experience of God. It’s true, you cannot see God through your microscopes or telescopes, nor can you force Him to appear by your wishing or insisting for His appearance, nor can you find Him in out in space via some spaceship. God will not reveal Himself to any arrogant man, but only to those who follow the eternal path of purification given by the saints … and then they will get experience of God, it is certain … as many thousands have experienced and seen God in the past … just as some men see Him in these present times.”

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Chakradari said, “Men of these times, and men of the future, they all think that they have created some new theory of the origin of everything, of how we came to exist, of how atoms came into being, and how they arranged themselves into planets and such, and so on. These are the theories of materialism vs. theism.

“However … there is nothing new under the sun … as the saying goes … as these materialistic theories have existed on this earth since time immemorial. Both contentions of atheism and theism are as old as time itself.

“Many ancients have propounded the theory of selfish materialism, which is to say that … to put it in their words, “neither is there a God, nor is there a soul, nor is there an afterlife, nor do karmic reactions exist. We only concern ourselves for the results visible in this world … therefore let us spend our time in sense pleasures, and not worry for future reactions to our deeds.”

“These ideas were propounded in ancient times, such as in China, wherein the atheist Yangchoo said as much, and in Greece, the atheist Leucippus, and in Central Asia, Sardanaplus, who all said these thoughts, and in Rome, Lucretious said the same, and many others, in many countries, wrote books propounding these ideas of selfish materialism.

“And there has always existed the theists, the vedantists, who, with the evidence of direct experience, and the numerous scriptures and holy books, have propounded the existence of the supreme God, Sri Krishna, 1888464_10203275192985691_46508970_n a singular supreme being, Who created the world and living beings, and Who is all pervading, and Who created this fine-tuned karma, or the stringent law of cause and effect … the exacting cosmic justice to all the activities of humans.”

[some of the remaining lecture is a little tedious, and therefore omitted…]

Then Chandra Ghosa and Chakradari gave thanks and bowed in gesture to the end of their lecture. The audience arose with buzzing amazement and intrigue over what they just heard.

And so, Sherlock’s mind was crowded with many thoughts of the ramifications of all this information given by the monks, he thought, Yes, this God question is the oldest enigma of mankind, there are thousands of thesis put forth by theologians to exhaust all questions and answers on the subject. Yet, these monks give information of some purificatory process of which they claim that many a man has gained some sort of sensory experience of God, an extraordinary assertion indeed! … and so … I could not claim myself to be a true detective, if I do not pursue the evidence trail of such a monumental claim! This appears to be the grandest mystery of all times…

…. and so it was that Sherlock and this game of cosmic preponderings … this most penultimate adventure of his entire life … was most definitely afoot!

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Note: The plot marinates within the author’s mind for a spell, and he foresees the future events to unfold after the audience exits the McConnely Hall and disburses throughout the London fog … and we see Moriarty hatch his plan that quickly forms within his mind, how he abducts the 2 monks in a back alley, whisking them away in his limousine, and how the monks enter his car without protest, with a thin smile upon their faces, for they are seeing past, present, and future, which is the power that Moriarty seeks, because he wants to be famous as a prophet, and he forces the monks to build him a time machine, so he can go to the past and the future and cause chaos and get complete control of historical events. Sherlock and Watson are also transported to the future to use the internet, to wrangle with Moriarty, and Sherlock contacts the Hare Krishna monks, and he learns the authorized path of purification, so that he can eventually see that Lord Krishna and His deity form are one and the same, and know that the existence of God is a scientific fact, and the reservoir of all pleasure, revealed to those who follow the simple process of purification.

Moriarty’s agenda;

Moriarty says that the Vedas are a work of genius, but fiction, like Shakespeare, and somehow the authors of Krishna and Vedas were such genius authors, to manufacture a fiction that gathered millions of millions of people to believe in their deity as god himself, and this started a religion that went on for thousands of years … same with Christ and Buddha and all other religions, … but in truth, it is all fiction …  nature is wonderful, and supreme, but a mere man never created nature or this world of planets and stars, the world is not created by any man. Moriarty will prove this by going back in time, sending his men back in time, and force the authors of Vedas to confess that their work was fiction, and nothing more. In this way, Vedavyasa was just another Shakespeare, just another author of fiction. And people love the idea of a personal god who is protecting them, but that is just a fantasy, it is all a big fictitious world taken as fact by the millions who desperately needed their deity. The only superior man is he who controls all other men, the king, or the Ubermeinch of Nietzsche, He who rises above the herd, in other words, Moriarty is the true god of all men, who will deliver man from his illusion of a deity in man’s image, and a supposed creation by these man-like deities … by going back in time and exposing the charlatans … there are 3 kinds of men, rulers, the ruled, and he who is above all rules, the Ubermeinch.

Sherlock Holmes and the Tweaking of Time – part 2

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Sherlock Tweaking Time part 2

“In a 100 years or so, scientists will discover that molecules and living cells are much more complicated than your Darwin could ever imagine. They are more complex than your modern city of London. Math and reason tells us that the elements do not randomly fall into such patterns. There must be a superior blue print plan to such complexity, it cannot be random events.

Hmm, Sherlock thinks, interesting, we seem to lack empirical evidence for some of these scientific claims, yes, very interesting….

Sherlock glances behind him and catches a glimpses of Moriarty sitting on the back row … in obvious disguise, his hat tilted down as if to conceal his face. Sherlock thinks, does Moriarty think me so dim as to not detect this thinly veiled subterfuge?

Moriarty simultaneously thinks, ah, Sherlock glancing backwards, pretending as if not to notice me. A transparent stab at deception…

“Some yogis have done amazing feats in ancient past,” continued Chakradari. “Like the instant creation of huge machines that fly in the sky, airplanes called Vimanas…..”

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Cock and bull stories, indeed! thought Watson.

Chandra said, “Yes, and some demons have acquired the 8 mystic powers, in the past, and they have created havoc in human society. Once in ancient India some demon created a huge flying citadel and gave havoc to Lord Krishna and His city…..”

Yes, thought Moriarty, that’s what I like. In fact, I will build a machine that will cheat old father time himself, heh heh. I’m tired of these schilling-ante crimes, I need sometime big, really big. I think I know what…. mystic powers, indeed….

Chakradari continued, “It is known that 100 years in the future, scientists will prove many of these eternal truths we have spoken upon today, things known by the sages of India, since long forgotten times of antiquity, 5000 years ago, … the truths of God, and of the soul … and the soul’s transmigration through this wondrous world of God’s handiwork of divine creation.”

What a load of clap trap! thought Watson. These primitives knew nothing of civilization until the English came to teach it to these wretches!

Sherlock whispered low, “How in the deuce can they claim that in one hundred years, these things will come to pass?”

Thinking in that same vein, a man in the audience asked, “How can you say this … in a 100 years? How can you possibly know these things?”

Chandra replied, “There is another mystic perfection is called tri-kala-jna, wherein the adept can see all events past, present and future, as if he had taken a time machine into the future and has come back to tell us of all these prophetic events.”

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Now that’s what I’m talking about! thought Moriarty, A time machine that propels a man into the future … there’s the ticket!

Chandra continued, “It will always seem to some men that every religion has it’s elements of myth. However, we find these same elements of myth in every ideology, even our modern science.”

“You say myth in Science?” inquired a man from the audience.

“Yes,” said Chandra, “in the next century, they will say that the universe began with a big bang, an explosion. Rather, they will say it was an expansion from a singular point in place and time, and the universe formed, or expanded from this point in space. But, what’s the difference anyway, between an explosion and the so-called expansion? Both suggest a singular point of tremendous energy, building up and moving outwards from itself. From either definition, there is the result of this inexplicable arrangement of the universe, the perfect atoms and molecules of infinite complexity, and these amazing planets moving in precise orbits, and fiery suns of inexhaustible energy, giving light and energy and life to the planets.

“Before this expansion, they will say that there was no space, no matter, nothing existed, and no life forms existed. They don’t know how the big bang started, what started it, they claim that it just happened … somehow, it just happened….”

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A wry smile graced Chandra’s lips as he described this ludicrous idea.

“However, from our experience, we see that all explosions, or so-called random expansions of nature, they result in general chaos and ugliness, not in the creation of beauty and order. We have no experience of some creative energy suddenly appearing from nowhere, and then turning inert materials into amazing creations. We call this a myth of so-called science.

“So, how does the first expansion, or the big bang, how does that result in wonderful designs, like the sun and planets? They do not know! Despite the presumption of teaching this theory as irrefutable fact in their colleges, still they will not have the slightest idea of how this world came about from this singular expansion!

“One cannot declare some theory to be fact! … that of which one has no practical experience of … that which is only an illusory idea within the mind!”

Chandra looked about the audience, seemingly making eye contact with virtually everyone, so as to emphasize this crux of the philosophic conundrum.

After pausing a few moments, he declared with raised voice and utter confidence, “But we are knowing! … yes … we are knowing of the primal cause of all the planets and everything in creation!”

Watson’s mind explodes upon this remark, thinking, What audacity! They claim to know things that we do not? How preposterous!

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Sherlock’s Episodes in Time Travel

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Sherlock Holmes and the Tweaking of Time

Dr. Watson walked briskly down Baker Street, and entered the apartment, and immediately said, “Did you perhaps notice, my dear Holmes, a singular advertisement poster, out on the street corner lamp post?”

“Quite so, my friend … how could I miss a bright orange sign that cuts through morning fog like a torch? I observed it from the window this morning, at 5 on the dot, whereas it wasn’t there at 4:57. They must have affixed it to the post and disappeared in the fog before I could turn and complete one round of pacing with my pipe. When I returned to the window, there it was, their deed concluded … swift and allusive like a thief in the night.”

“Sherlock, what say you, that we go down and see what this is all about?”

Holmes already had his coat from the rack, and was out the door.

Sherlock and Watson arrived at the lamp post, the poster’s bright orange shone like a beacon light in the gray London fog. Sherlock commented on the crude depiction of an ancient looking monk in robes, lithographed on crude paper. Watson read out loud,

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   Mysteries of the Universe Revealed!

   Lecture given by humble emissaries of
   his excellence, Magistrate Kedarnath Dat
   at McConnely hall Wednesday night, 8 o’clock
   All are invited to hear discourse given
   on the mysteries of the universe as explained
   by the ancient texts and sages of India’s
   great cultural and sacred heritage.

“Ancient culture indeed!” said Watson, “primitive culture would be more like it … what would they have to tell us about the universe?”

“I’m intrigued Watson,” said Holmes, “Hindoos I presume, let’s put Wednesday night on the calendar. I’m very interested to hear their version of this mystery…”

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Worlds away from the maddening crowd of London

A few weeks earlier … far from the bustle and din of the London streets, in the midst of pristine scenery, Kedarnath stepped outside his humble dwelling, just in time to witness the fiery rays of the sun spread across the eastern horizon … and the morning fog dissipate to reveal yellow lilacs beautifying a lush vegetation replete with red and blue flowers.

Walking about the garden, Kedarnath fingered his strand of sacred beads as he softly vibrated his morning litany. His reverie broke as he lifted his eyes to greet the arrival of two suppliants, who entered the garden with their palms held together in reverence and respect for their master.

Kedarnath bade them to sit, and they took a clean mat on the ground, with Kedarnath taking his seat upon a cushioned chair.

“Have you made proper arrangements for your journey to the Queen’s land?” said Kedarnath. “Our previous divine masters have always yearned for the day when we carry this wealth of spiritual knowledge beyond our continent, to the western world.”

“Yes, our revered master,” said one monk, “we have procured our tickets for the voyage. We have but a few bags to take, and a parcel of your books, otherwise there is little that we need for our personal maintenance.”

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“May Lord Govinda bestow upon you blessings for grand success,” said Kedarnath. They bowed and started down the road with bags and parcels in hand.

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The lecture hall

Entering the auditorium, Sherlock remarked, “What a hearty turnout.”

“Surely,” said Watson in a low voice, “everyone is curious about this mystery of these so-called sages.”

As they took seats near the front, the two monks made their lithe entrance and sat on simple chairs. A bearded man announced the gentlemen and main speaker as Sir Chandra Ghosa, along with his colleague, Chakradari.

Chandra Ghosa stood and made a gesture with folded hands and a slight bow to the audience, and he began the program, saying, “Dear ladies and gentlemen, we are just now presenting here to our esteemed audience, by the grace of our esteemed teacher, his Excellency, Magistrate Kedarnath, … the ancient science of Bhagavat dharma.”

Chandra continued, “Generally, the inquisitive collective mind of the philosophic stratum of mankind are always wanting to know about the origin of the universe. Lofty goals of philosophy and theology are like the towering peaks of Himalayan mountains, set within a vast sea of humanity, beggaring mortals and saints to scale the inaccessible heights of esoteric truths, Plato and Christ from the west, Vyasa and Caitanya from the east….”,

“Intriguing,” noted Sherlock.

Chakradari said, “Man looks up at the night sky, and he gazes at the vast stars and planets, such huge bodies orbiting in perfect order and time. He looks at the infinite complexities of nature, to find that the trees and animals and man are in such harmony with each other, and reason assumes that there be a vast intelligence behind such arrangements.”

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Watson thought to himself, We know all that from Darwin’s research, that such variety happens by natural selection … what do these primitive monks know?

A man in the audience man said, “In our Bible, it says that Jesus walked on water, turned water to wine. Does your eastern religion have miracles?”

Chandra replied, “Jesus, oh yes, we are knowing, he lived in India for some years, and he there acquired mystic powers, such as being so light as to walk on water, this being laghima siddhi. Some other yogis in India, they have very powerful mystical powers, such as the ability to become extremely large in size, which is anima siddhi, or very small in size, which is called laghima siddhi. And there is prapti siddhi, where they can get anything they desire, even touch with finger to the moon. There was one such yogi, who fetched pomegranates from an orchard,  hundreds of miles away ….”

Balderdash! thought Watson, What primitive fairy tales! A religion rift with superstition and myth!

Chandra said, “Of course, we are knowing that most men of the west will scoff at such stories. We would expect such skepticism from the western scientific minds about the beliefs and truths of our eastern culture.”

How uncanny, thought Watson, the chap seems to read my mind!

Chandra said, “Yes … one of the mystic perfections is to read other’s minds, the complete knowing of the mind of other persons, to control other’s minds, to bring them under his control … this is called vashita siddhi. But actually, all these wonderful powers are very puny when we compare them to the mystic powers of the supreme God, Who creates such gigantic planets and floats them in space, and makes them spin in perfect orbits….”

Watson sat in stone silence, stunned into mental quietude, upon the hearing of these remarks.

“In a 100 years or so, scientists will discover that molecules and living cells are much more complicated than your Darwin could ever imagine. They are more complex than your modern city of London. Math and reason tells us that the elements do not randomly fall into such patterns. There must be a superior blue print plan to such complexity, it cannot be random events.”

to be continued……….