Dhanvantri’s Esacapade

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There is a woodpecker drilling into a tree,

constantly. around her, everything is drilling.

she sets of on an escapade to fulfill her dreams.

That is why we called her Dhanvantri.

 

 

see her on this page

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https://notionpress.com/read/a-woodpecker-s-guide-to-manhood

 

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Hey,

My book is up for sale,

There’s a sample reading on this page,

Although It’s being sold for three hundred’s at https://notionpress.com/read/dhanvantri-s-escapade

it’s called Dhanvantri’s Escapade

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In a morning below the sea,

Where the grass was green

And the world was at glee

There lived an image of sound,

Like a place far beyond

A healing queen

The guest of our peace

She stood tall, like the windows fair

And in the mornings would carry her mare

To the kings palace, where dwelt the image of sound

And in those dreams, she would be the lady of the land

The guest of our escapade

 

 

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DHANVANTRI’s escapade, is now for sale.

It should be up and running by notionpress, within 2-3 days.

Hope you guys have a good time reading the book.

Its affordable!

Cheers!

 

 

Dhanvantri

 

 

 

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In a morning below the sea,
Where the grass was green
And the world was at glee

There lived an image of sound,
Like a place far beyond
A healing queen
The guest of our peace

She stood tall, like the windows fair
And in the mornings would carry her mare
To the kings palace, where dwelt the image of sound
And in those dreams, she would be the lady of the land
The guest of our escapade…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Tea Month . . . Or The Tea Ballad by Doctor Stone.

March, that gets its name from the planet Mars, which in fact is the stretches its ancient roots into our earthly knowledge of the history of Tea. One reason Mars in earlier times represented fertility and wisdom but over the ages has come to be known as a warmonger. Many associate tea with war perhaps from our perceptions of the mad hatters tea party in Lewis Carrols In through the looking glass, but the in Chinese tradition Tea is a symbol of wisdom and fashion that combine to form a basis of a social structure that puts the social strata’s of society in a really wonderful niche that symbolizes the planet Mars and its influence on the Earth as partners in fertility. One of the reasons why people in Mars live underground and the people on Earth live above ground, that represent the both yin and yang structure of human fertility.
It is as they say a jungle of words, where time passes slowly and the world swings by in its revolutions around the sun. Where there is no age, and the sun and the earth are in a botanical union with the expanding universe. It is sign that is reflected, and we are but symbols of the supernatural. In Earth, we learn of mars through tea and the song is the union between the two. It is the center of the yin that reflects the yang, and the vice-versa only to create an image of itself on the opposite.
It is but poetry and the fashion of expression that can explain this potent seed that has thus become a part of our universal reality after being consumed through the ages that mark the sands of time and has thus ingrained its being on the living present. Leaving it to the explorer to unravel the ancient runes that it has left its markings on.
And deeper as we drive into the celestial sphere and the mechanics of our lives, we must learn to observe the nature of these leaves and the plant, that has leaped beyond the escaping horizon into the nocturnal depths that we imagine today as super nature. She is but the Dark/Kali aspect of our lives that abandons, the forgotten roots to establish a nirvana of the now. It is entirely up to those that endeavor to bring the mellow altitudes of our mountains, lakes and deserts and the magical properties of this healing herb to our cities and homes where we learn dwell in tune with natures ongoing instead of ravishingly establishing a polluted and
Ill profound center of activity where the mind is broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls, and the clear stream of reason that has lost its way into the dreary desert of dead habit. But it is to drive ourselves into heavens of freedom where we let our souls awake.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Soldier and the Servant.

Once upon a time in a lonely village lived a man named Jhon. He’d lived there for about two years in a furnace where he had learnt to seek fire. The furnace was nothing but the planet mars, a tiny village compared to how big the universe is.

It is an old story I must narrate in a very meager fashion, it only means you reap what you sow, and it is the mind in its purity and thought that becomes the seed. Time tells its tale but it is to look forward through time like it was a child and tell what the future brings forth like a dream, which is nothing but a tree.

Which is to open the doors of ones karma, and release ones true self into the vastness of the universe. It is there that one discovers what and where the source and belonging lies. Law is karma. To look beyond this is to see through the shards of life’s illusion. Realizing this in the furnace the man was released into the vastness of the universe where he began to serve, or in other terms perform a service.

So till now we have seen that to seek fire or to learn fire one must place oneself in a furnace, until one gets released which is nothing but death. You may ask, wouldn’t he get burnt to death?.

The furnace is only symbolic of the planet mars. He was released by death in to the vastness of the universe, where he discovered service. What he had learnt to seek through fire remained but he had now learnt to use the knowledge while performing service. Hence his service became a fire and released many other’s from different furnaces in the universe. So, that they too could discover.

Remember, learning from fire is a scientific study that has been passed down by the ancients. It is symbolic of the furnace, where by placing oneself in it, one learns to see through the shards of the illusion, which is the appearance of fire. It is symbolic of purifying ones thoughts so one can see what it really means to breathe. One gasp of air is an eternal lifetime that has been lived. It is looking beyond maya.

The soldier performs the brave act of placing himself within the fire, the servant uses his realization to free others from bondage.  Realizing this we see they are both the same, One becomes the other and the cycle continues till one returns from Samadhi into the process of birth. Samadhi is the rightful place of every soul, some attain to reach it fast others take their time but in god and mothers union one is at eternal glee.

The fire also represents a war, which is within one self. To seek fire is to realize this war which is one step in its learning. Once this realized the soldier becomes an able warrior and is able to withstand any condition, he becomes a student. A student of his life that is open to all learning, he has learnt to accept defeat and to stay stable when he has won. This is one aspect of study in the furnace which is simply ones field of practice. It is going from apprentice hood to mastery. And then to realize death and through fire and become a servant of god and teach, preach, sing, and perform elevating tasks that have enchanted mankind through time immemorial.

 

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