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A Momentary thought (on Death)

A momentary thought… (on Death)

There will come a moment.. where you’ll fall and never rise again.. you’ll lay flat.. eyes closed..mind open.. sounds and sensations old and new.. experiences will flash past.. fast and slow.. faded memories of decades ago will dance..and voices nearby will seem far and strange.. where you are and were…will all blend..

There will come a moment.. as clear as crystal..and as thick as clouds.. loved ones will touch and stroke…and you will not care.. others you never knew will watch and tend to your frail husk.. air will flow in slow and stay.. pushing it out will seem so hard that it will be easy to hold it in.. every beat of your heart will slow.. aeons will pass between pulses..

Beings of dark and light will slide and slither over you.. and you’ll not care.. as you soul will hang by a thread of light between worlds.. your lifeforce will ebb… flutter of wings..tunnels and lights, faces of gods & goddesses you have dreamt of.. all will be there… in the blackness that grows..

you’ll wonder..who you are.. who you were… and all that has gone before.. that has brought you to this moment.. the most terrifying and thrilling moment of your entire life.. as you ease between the threshold between life.. and death..

..and finally.. it will come.. no words will pass your lips.. as you powerlessly pray and fade.. into the ultimate mystery that you have been running away from and towards.. this place..this time.. this moment that you have glimpsed so many times…every night.. and never remembered till now..
..and you finally do..

And your spirit passes..
from this world..
to…….?!

-Mani Navasothy

Society: Why must people of Britain dance on the grave of Margaret Thatcher?

Margaret Thatcher (c) Mani Navasothy 2013
Margaret Thatcher (c) Mani Navasothy 2013

When I say `people of Britain’ I mean all those who at this moment have their feet on the soil of Great Britain. So let’s get to the ones who are currently rejoicing, splitting their own spleens, plotting celebrations, protest marches and demonstrations – all against an already dead 87 year old woman – namely Margaret Thatcher!

Here’s a Question to those who are so angry that they are planning demo’s …or blasting such negativity on various internet & social network platforms..:  What is wrong with you people?  And why now? What do you hope to achieve by it all?

The woman – Margaret Thatcher – who passed away few days ago at the age of 87, was 3-times democratically elected Prime Minister of Great Britain. Let’s put a spot light on some key points here – Democratically elected!  Not once or twice..but three times.  The country chose her.  Did I say 3 times?

If people didn’t like her style or ways of politics or the way she was running the Country, then why keep electing her ..again..and again? But it happened. And as far as I know, there were no Vote-fixing, or military intimidation..or anything of the sort that has happened in some other so-called democratic countries..   No one forced anyone to vote for her.. yet people did. So no point then putting the blame (if there is any) on the woman.

As to the question of why now..?    For haven’s sake..  if there ever was a time to protest – democratically – it was while Margaret Thatcher was in power as Prime Minister.   People had had 11 years to do it then..   and if people did, and it didn’t go anywhere…well, then I can only conclude that not enough of the majority (did I mention democracy) wanted change bad enough to all come together and protest..despite whatever circumstances opposed them.   And as Great Britain was not under military or any sort of Dictatorial leadership, people had the power and freedom.. full stop.

Okay, so perhaps people felt powerless or intimidated by her leadership..  (we are talking about billions of people in the whole of UK here!). And then the inevitable happened. Her own cabinet plotted against her..  (People power..  democracy at work..in mysterious ways).   And she finally left her post..

If there was another moment to rejoice and plan demonstrations, there was the chance. She was no longer in power. People could have had their street parties then..

No.. people waited..  and got on about their lives..  for almost 2 decades..

And then ..`after’ she dies…of natural ill-health..   people now plot and plan  demonstrations..   against  dead woman..  the first woman to become Prime Minister in the country that created the first people-power parliament in the world!

This `dancing on the grave of a dead person’ is absolutely pointless, and utterly cowardice!

Collective expression.

It’s been common for mass of people ..or rather the emotions that are sinking into their human Collective (psyche) to surface at perhaps unexpected times ..and triggers.   Uk mourned for Princes Diana when she died in a car accident. It’s not that everyone loved her, but everyone’s own feelings of suppressed grief needed an outlet..and the death of Diana provided it. People rejoiced at the wedding of Prince William & Kate..  It’s not that everyone loved them…but people had a need for celebrating, and their wedding provided the opportunity. So did the Queen’s Jubilee events..

And now, with the nation’s Economy and people’s finances in dire nose dive..  (not just hitting the ground, but seem to be heading for the depths of Underworld), with no end in sight, with crisis after crisis, faith in government and banks…and papers all fast decaying..    people need to vent their frustrations..  and anger..

And so..here’s an opportunity ..  to dig out a 20 year old repressed feeling..  (some people who are about to do these demo’s weren’t even born 20 yrs ago..that’s quite a joke)…

Trouble with the world is, while someone pushes their neck in the grand noose, and takes on the weight of the people ..and works hard (doing their best), everyone lets that happen..  And then years or decades later..  people choose to act..   It’s not just unfair, but inhuman..  to want to protest against an ex-leader who did her best.. in dire circumstances.

People should not blame Margaret Thatcher now..  as they had 11 years to get rid of her then.  People should not protest now..because they’ve had almost 2 decades to do that too. (If people do want to protest, do it for a better reason..  to make a point to the current government or banks about

Next blog: How to send Love & Light energy..!
Next blog: How to send Love & Light energy..!

current circumstances! !)

The sad thing is, even in death, Margaret Thatcher is serving the Nation- by giving people a trigger to expressed their current suppressed frustrations (even though they are retro-projecting it all onto her).

Rest in peace, Margaret Thatcher…  Iron Lady..! My respects to you!!

-Mani Navasothy

Ghosts of the past – aiding the dead

On the eve of New Year.. and there is one thing I have been meaning to write about – before I can move on into the future!

It began with a dream on the morning of 25th December – in which April and I visited a hospital, where I met her mother – who was dying! To cut a long dream short, in the dream, many things got resolved between all 3 of us. And then I saw the elderly lady (Jean) free of all the needles and tubes, glow and float, and fall! Bearing in mind, I once came very close to meeting her (who would be my mother-on-law) in a hospital few years ago – but never actually met her, and since then had only seen 1 photo of her – I think this was a remarkable dream. It had elements of magic – of aiding a suffering person to pass through the veil.   Half a day later, when my back-pain issues started, I pushed this dream aside. But it was worth mentioning.

It wasn’t just in that dream that I had `performed’ a passing-through magical work. Few years ago, my sister and I did a very similar – albeit slightly Hindu version – ceremony for my uncle Sathyamoorthy who was suffering from cancer, and in a nursing home in Kent. That night he passed away.  And going back about 7-8 years, the first time I did that sort of a ceremony was for Maureen Brown  on Christmas Day  (Wiccan High Priestess and Psychologist, who had taught me so much of magic and psychology). That evening, she passed away. Previously she and I had discussed portals and the voids..   and it suddenly came to the forefront of my mind that afternoon. A fellow coven member and HPS  was part of the ceremony.

Some 20+ years ago, a few days after New Year, my father Navasothy (that was his first name, which in Tamil custom, become my Surname!) met with a road accident while crossing the road and died. It was a singular event that set me off – initially into a faithless spin- and brought me into the world of Paganism & Magical spirituality.   And reaching further back, to when I was 5 years, I saw my paternal grandfather die, at home, in his bed, surrounded by family. I was in my father’s arms that moment, and I remember crying because I had seen my father cry!

To this day, even such things as very old bones I find on the banks of river Thames (in London) tend to have a strong psychic effect on me – anything from tingles in the head, a burning sensation of the face, heaviness of the chest area, or head-ache that takes half  day to fade.  All I have to do is touch an old bone!   (This is a huge subject matter that I will write about another time).

My one regret is – I could not go and attend to a person who was pagan-hindu and dying – just about the time I was getting ready for my Handfasting / pagan wedding ceremony 2 years ago.  Weddings are so hectic to organise, and I just could not bring my self to give up half a day that week. I am sorry that I did not. The guilt plagues me still- that I may have been able to help that Soul pass over easily and that I didn’t.

As I stand on the eve of the next year – 2012 – I shall remember the loved ones I have aided, other nameless dead-Souls , both human and animals, I have touched. I don’t only need to remember them on Samhain (pagan festival of honoring the ancestors), or on the day of their deaths, or on some special religious day (such as tomorrow when it is the day to do a special `moksha-pooja’ for my deceased father). I can remember them whenever I wish.

I once wrote a story titled, `Yesterdays’ Fathers..’.  Time I dusted it, scanned it, and published it.