Death Talkies: Wheel of Time [Apr/04 P66] - Page 48

Originally posted by: --Ratna--

Sookie 🤗...brilliant update ...the way u wrote about Sati's reply and thoughts before she entered the holy fire was awesome ...waiting to read about Rudra's revenge...plz continue...thank u for the PM...TC 😊

Originally posted by: jyoti_l

u leave me speechless.....👏

u know...when i forst came to know abt what Sati did...i was very little...i did not understand its importance...actually i did not understand it all...🤔...y would she do that...

but as i grew older...(which i tell u my mom doubts.😆)..n came across this one again...i did not c a woman...a girl...i saw a wife....the better half of the husband...the one who would do anything for the honour of the one who is the ONE...

he is the virtue...he is the calm ..n the chaos...he is the poorna...

he is the Ardhanarishwar...n when something like this happens...like it is said...he is Rudra....

Sati knew what she had to do...she could not bear the insults thrown his way...they are one...n she can never listen to this world when it comes to Him...

words r failing me...but i will be back...when i think abt it more...😳

Originally posted by: ivre

Sati stepping into the fire and the chaos that followed is perhaps one of the biggest mythological episodes.

I loved the way you started this. The lines were heavy and touching, with him watching her go without uttering a word was awesome. Did they show this on TV?

Planing a follow up?

Originally posted by: ucompleteme

Sookie, can you please post a link on the last two articles in the Life Ok, Mahadev forum. I have a feeling that some there would really enjoy reading this. Not many people come to writers corner and I would not have found these beautifully written updates unless Hasini put a link for us on her thread. I would hate for someone to miss something so worthwhile.

Originally posted by: -Sookie-

I don't watch the show and I don't think I am going to in future. So I didn't see a point in posting it there.

Last time Hasini had posted it on my behalf. This time, perhaps you could?

(I have been in delegating mode for past 1 hr, now you are caught in that web 😆)

Wheel of Time...

She is the female embodiment of cosmic energy while I represent the counterpart.

She is Uma all-knowing mother and I am Shiva; just me.

She is Shakti and I am Purusha.

She is her and I am what I am.

She and I.

Us.

Me.

I.

I call upon the dark alter-ego of both Shiva and Shakti. My anger filled dance vibrates the essence of mother earth and her silent weeping fails to quell my anger. I call upon all the energies that only I know how to utilize and use it as barrier against the collective consciousness of the Gods and Goddesses. The rage that fires my heart absorbs everything around me and turns the world into ashen grounds.

Differentiation of rights and wrongs, as known to mankind, dissolves into nothingness and is replaced with my apathy. The universe never weighed more than a speck of dust but her immolated body on my back wears me down. My haunch back burdens my already heavy heart, yet I persist.

You are not only her consort but also the ones who mark an end to everything that once was.

The words are strong, soft and that of an understanding parent.

Bramha was always considered as one.

I collapse on the ground, my arms clutching the remains of my beloved. I close my eyes and call in the ascetic hidden in depth of my consciousness to take over. When I open my eyes, Rudra is gone.

I smile at the lifeless face of the woman in my arms. In the grand scheme of things, her part was done and over with. The repercussions of her actions would forever reverberate in heart of women and men and bring out a tear or two. Her mortal aspect would be hailed upon, revered upon and considered holy; anything less was absolutely illogical.

Her remains are carried to various places by the God of the wind promising me her integrity in her differential self and passing on the story of a great woman who came to be known as Sati.

Is that emptiness I feel in my heart or is that the heart of an ascetic who denies himself of every sort of binding. The heavy longing that existed in every part of me is released from their cage and while passing, they gently apologize to Mother Earth for causing pain.

I close my eyes and see myself walking next to stream of cosmic energy. Universes are born and dead while I continue to walk. A hum settles around me and a faint echo from distant future is offered to me by a passing universe.

Jagatah pitaru vande Parvati Parameshwarau

The words bring a smile on my face and tiny spark of longing is lit in my heart. My eyes snap open and I see myself in a familiar environment - sitting in mountain cave.

Breeze from mountain whispers her name in my ears.

"Gauri"