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Aahaarastvapi sarvasya trividho bhavati priyah | Yagyastapastathaa daanam teshaam shrinu ||Bhagwad Gita, Chapter 17, Verse 7||
Food also, is dear to beings of different prakriti in three different kinds. Yagya (sacrifice), tapa (penance) and daan (charity) too are of these kinds. Hear them from me, says Krishna.
In a previous article, we had discussed the three gunas of satva, rajas and tamas and how satva leads to higher lokas, rajas ties one to cycle of painful births on earth and tamas is the road to lowers lokas and hells.
Gita categorises food, yagya, tapa and charity too into three kinds, corresponding to the three gunas of satva, rajas and tamas.
Foods that promote health, vigour, intelligence and longevity and are naturally agreeable are satvik. Those which cause sickness, grief and suffering, are dear to rajasik. Foods which are impure, stale, polluted, ill-cooked are eaten by tamasik people. What we eat goes a long way in determining what we are. If one takes the example of red meats, especially from cows that feed on plastic, garbage and hospital wastes, as well as the milk derived from them, it is high in acidic and toxic content and hence tamsik. Consuming highly acidic foods corrodes the cell and takes the body towards destruction and disease. The nature of cell is prakriti and prakriti is balance. An experiment was conducted by Alexis Carell in 1912 where chicken cells, which normally perish in 6-7 years, were preserved for over 20 years by in an alkaline solution. Only when assistant failed to change solution one day, cells died indicating cells can go on forever in a healthy state provided it stays in an alkaline environment and it gets balanced diet corresponding to prakriti such that toxic wastes are minimal. So an alkaline body can go on healthily for a lot of years keeping disease at bay. Hence one should change to an alkaline diet and gradually convert the body from acidic to alkaline, from tamsik to satvik.
Yagyas which are performed as ordained by the vedas, without the expectation of anything in return, with the purest of ingredients - samidha (wood), ghrit (cow ghee obtained from a cow whose calf has not been weaned), samagri and mantra as given by the guru and the correct bhaav (thought) is satvik. such a havan or yagya results in manifestation of dev purush, is smokeless and purifies and nourishes the body and environment and fuels spiritual growth. Yagyas which are performed as mere show or for their fruit, are known to be rajasik. Yagyas which do not conform to scriptures, use polluted ingredients and incorrect uchharan and are performed devoid of guru and faith are tamsik, says gita. And those yagyas that are directed towards lower beings and lower dimensions like bhoot, pret and pisachs (karan pisachini is one such supposed deity) are a direct route to hell.
So the pure composition of yagyas and keeping the body alkaline, results in good health and ensures you do not die in pain but leave the body in happiness, with satisfaction in what you've done, at will, and going to higher dimensions. We will discuss the three kinds of tapa and daana in the next article.
Yogi Ashwini is the Guiding Light of Dhyan Ashram. He can be reached at www. d hyanfoundation.com
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There’s two young men, twins, who’ve come into my life, and as I hold either one or the other of my daughter’s newborns in my hands, I hear voices, “He’s got your nose Bob!” or “He’s got his daughter’s cheeks!” There are some who swear they look exactly like their father, and others sigh and whisper, “Aren’t they so cute!”
In fact, I must admit I joined the vanity brigade when I suddenly left the room, stood in front of a bathroom mirror and came back and announced to my wife and all in the room, “I think one of them has my smile!” Never mind that nobody gushed or exclaimed, “Yes Bob, you’re right!” Its just that as I held them this morning, helping in their feed, I suddenly understood, and told the two, “What’s inside dear boysis what matters!”
I’m not sure they understood, poor mites, hearing me growl such truths to them, but someday I’m going to tell them this, you guys, you might have the smoothest smile, the cutest chin, the most fancied face, but it doesn’t matter, it’s the inside, that does.
And maybe they’ll turn to me puzzled and ask, “But how would anybody see what’s inside?”
“By the way it comes outside!” I’ll tell them.
Your calm inside can bring peace to those around you. Your sense of justice in your heart will make your friends know how fair you are. Your strong feelings of love will make you loyal to those you’re close to. It’s the inside my little fellows that matters.
I walk to the mirror again, and stare at it, but this time I don’t look to see whether the smile is the same as that of the two little chaps. I stare at the mirror and wonder what those around me see, and suddenly I’m not too happy with the man in the mirror.
I walk back to the two little fellows who look back at me. “I pray,” I tell them, “That you face challenges as you grow up, and as you face and surmount each obstacle, determination and resolve will form your features!”
“I pray,” I tell them, “That you will learn to taste both defeat and victory, and that in defeat you will learn to bounce back and fight again, in victory, you’ll both learn to be gracious to those you have won over!”
I look at them and continue, “And may your jaw and cheekbone show proudly those episodes of winning and losing, and that your mouths smile in the face of adversity!”
I hear voices, I hear them say, “He’s got Bob’s cheeks!” “No, it’s his father’s chin!” I smile and turn my face to the One above and whisper, “Build them oh Lord, that what’s inside will be beautiful to you..!”
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With horror, I watched mobs pillaging and rampaging down the streets of Mumbai! Stoning cars with innocent passengers in them, overturning buses, looting shops, and destroying the stability and security the city offered to its citizens.
I shuddered at the destruction, then found this remark on my whatsapp group, “Decimate these bloody worms!” This from a fellow who spent most of his working day, deriding, ridiculing and insulting those from other faiths and communities. He was a refugee from Kashmir, and the shame of running away from his home state had obviously scarred his mind enough to being reduced to a raging, ranting jabber mouth!
Not too different from another gentleman, all of eighty years and more, a luminary of the church, who’s lovely blue eyes sparkled with humour till perchance the conversation veered onto a community he had no love for, and then suddenly, same soft eyes blazed with anger, words of venom spewed forth from aged mouth and destructive, words filled the ears of those who sat around.
Like, I said, with horror, I watched mobs pillaging and rampaging down the streets of Mumbai! Stoning cars with innocent passengers in them, overturning buses, looting shops and destroying the stability the city offered.
But as I saw the stones in the hands of boys and young men, stones that smashed and shattered metal, glass and windshield, I realized the words that came out of the mouths of these two gentlemen I’d mentioned weren’t too different.
The stones hurled were like the words spat from their hate filled minds and came equally heavy with anger, disdain and dislike.
But destroyed.
The stones in the hands of the mob destroyed cars buses, trains and my sense of security.
The vile words from same persons destroyed the beautiful tapestry and delicate fabric that keeps my country together.
Even as police now round up those miscreants who took law into their own hands in the city of Mumbai, even as righteous citizens ask the government why nothing was done to stop such violence, I wonder who will stop those who destroy with weapons worse than the stones thrown that day?
Who will stop this vile mouthed refugee, who knowing he is safe behind a whatsapp group vomits his violence everyday! Who, the eightyyear old who’s sudden spurts of stone throwing words inflict harm beyond measure on communities he dislikes?
But even as I look at them, even as I turn away from TV screen and other pictures of violent mob, I turn to look in the mirror, at myself, and ask, “Am I one of them?”
Do the thoughts in my head and words from my mouth cause destruction? Are those words sharper than the stones that broke those windshields?Am I like those two and the mob causing destruction?
You and I together, are we destroying our country, then blaming the mob?
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’Tis a cold winter here in America where I’ve been the last month. The snows been thick and heavy, covering every square inch with a harsh white carpet. The winds have raged and blown cold air into heated homes leaving locals wrapped up all the time. The air’s so thin one breathes in the ice, and at one time while outside with my daughter with temperatures at -27CI thought my ears and nose had fallen off. The cold was bitter and piercing and as we both searched for the car that was supposed to pick us up, we wondered how anyone could last in such temperatures.
’Tis a cold winter indeed!
But its not the cold of the winter I find difficult to take, it’s the new cold of the people. Suddenly, words of hate, the pointing fingers of suspicion and the jeering glances of their leader, has percolated into his followers.
This was always a friendly country, and other than stray incidents from the uneducated and less informed, there were hardly any incidents one was made to feel different. But one crass man told his citizens they were different, and to look with distrust on those who’s skins were a tad different or accents dissimilar to that of them.And them same ones whose ancestors had come from various shores, who’s forefathers had been immigrants in this a foreign land, and who’d fought racism, now succumb to it.
’Tis a cold winter in the world!
Oh yes, it’s cold in the rest of the world too. In India, a snow white bearded leader blows cold winds into the hearts of people who lived in peace for thousands of years. With words that strike with more ferocity than bullets, jibes like igniting missiles, he pokes fun at those who’s faith is different, or with deathly silence ignores the cries and pleas of people who’s lives he be responsible for.
’Tis a cold winter!
People shiver, not with cold but fear, as angry words replace harsh winds. Lynching mobs roam streets in search of some flimsy reason to string a fellow neighbor onto treeand pole, or strip women and rape them, all because they worship in ways different from theirs or maybe,that food on their tables seem not the same as theirs.
’Tis a cold winter all over the world. The snow’s been thick and heavy, covering every square inch with a harsh white carpet. The winds have raged and blown the cold even into heated homes leaving locals wrapped up all the time. The air’s so thin one breathes in the ice.
But ‘tis not cold winds that makes this winter cold, but bitter coldof hate and intolerance that’sentwined itself around the very soul of mankind!
’Tis a cold winter..!
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sattvam rajas tama iti gunaah prakritisambhavaah | nibadhnanti mahaabaaho dehe dehinam avyayam ||Bhagwad Gita, Chapter 14, Verse 5||
When purush (soul) combines with prakriti, in the form of three gunas of satva, rajas and tama, a being takes birth in creation. Light, happiness and gyan are properties of satva, rajas pertains to desires, attachments and resultant actions, and tama is darkness, ignorance and sleep. At all times, all the three gunas are present in a human being, one dominating the other depending on the desire and state of evolution of being.
Ordinary beings are ruled by tama, which is also the guna dominant in animals and other lower beings. When a being leaves the body with the dominance of tama guna, he/she gets the animal yonis and enters into the netherworlds, says Bhagwad Gita. So the tama guna needs to be reduced and satva and rajas increased.
As the rajas increases in a being, he/she is guided towards action (karma) driven by passion, material desires and attachment. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, every bhog has a rog attached to it. Guided by the rajas guna, a being indulges in pleasures of the senses, and goes through the pains that come along with it. There is no limit to desire, and no matter what one gets in the physical, he/she is never satiated and keeps wanting more. This ties the being in the downward spiral of births and deaths, every birth being lower and more painful than the previous. Therefore, even rajas needs to be reduced and satva increased.
With the dominance of satva guna, a being indulges in practice of dhyan and sadhna, begins the process of cleansing through service and charity, gyan and bliss follow. When a being leaves the body with dominance of satva, he/she takes birth into subtler dimensions and lokasand in the yonis of devas and rishis.
All the three gunas, pertain to physical creation (prakriti) and tie the being to it. The key to exiting the painful cycle of births and merging with the Ultimate is rising over the gunas such that whether something is there or not – whether that something is darkness and ignorance, attachments and indulgence, or happiness and light - it ceases to have an effect on you. Then you become 'guna ateet', a state achieved only through transfer of gyan (shakti) through Guru. Before this, it is imperative for one to engage in charity and service, to negate the negative karmas accumulated over so many births. Only then the gyan flows.
Yogi Ashwini is the Guiding Light of Dhyan Ashram. He can be reached at www.dhyanfoundation.com