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from The Times of India : We the terrorists of India - the Indian Mujahideen - the militia of Islam whose each and every Mujahid belongs to this very soil of India, have returned to execute the compulsion of Allah. - Indian Mujahideen

A blogger rhapsodysinger at wordpress writes: Inshallah we the sane Indians will hunt you down and punish you for what you are doing to Muslims and Hindus in India.

I have bosom-buddy Muslim friends and did for once these terrorist-bast**** think what this press statement does to their own? My friends have called me up and are terrified. They feel betrayed by their own. I think and think all the more strongly that we hunt down these evil women and men and kill them for not hurting the majority of Indians but brining shame to their Muslim brothers.

If you are a non-Muslim reading this in India, please protect your Muslim neighbor. If she is hurt even the slightest and feels insecure, then you and India fails.

Posted by rhapsodysinger (http://dailylight.wordpress.com/2008/07/27/reading-206-from-the-indian-mujahideen-help-your-neighbour-to-live-without-fear/)

My comments:

Let Love enter your lives, let love open your eyes.

- Love,
suresh

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

As always, call it coincidence or some divine force, guidance comes my way exactly when I need it, this time by way of somebody’s email on love.

In our ‘Tuesday group’ workshop last weekend, I was brought face to face with the issue of Trust in my life. How much do I ‘trust’ enough to take/ accept love? How much more trust do I need within me before I allow a relationship to blossom without ruining it through some unconscious fear!

I have passed through two intense nights in the past week, one in which I felt death was much sweeter than life, disturbed as I was within… so completely carried away by some repressed storm within that suddenly roared to be let out.

The gods alone know what demons were there that night locked in my basement, they had all reared their ugly heads - all yelling in the same night wanting to drown me in either madness or give me away to death… I felt very much disturbed, afraid…

Holding the image of a favourite deity close to my heart I prayed that night, surrendering totally to His higher force, and that seemed to make things easier.

I don’t know if God/ gods really exist. All I know is there is a certain love, some force that is higher, within or outside us… which is always there to hold our hand when we beseech for help.

In her last email a friend wrote: “In its purest form (love) demands a vulnerability of us that we are not willing to give. It demands trust.”

I feel so much strong attraction/ affection for this guy with whom perhaps I am in love, that the very word Trust, seems futile to me.

Trust comes when you expect. Trust is when you expect that when you surrender, peace or love or whatever will come your way. Is it really trust then? Or just faith, which can be blind as well?

If I am ready so much to surrender that I am willing to even give up my life, if death is going to be the result of surrendering to my inner emotion, if I can allow myself not to take assistance of doubt so as to curb my freedom to feel what I really feel for the other person…! Will then there be any room for fear or even trust? Because even if he kills me or causes me to die, will it not be allowing my feelings be for him without any conditions? Isn’t that the kind of love, the unconditional love we all look for?

What greater fear than for Death! Is it possible to be able to allow ourselves to love, without allowing our fear to overwhelm us, to keep us from feeling active love…?

For if we can surrender so fully to feel deeply the love we have in our heart for another, so as to completely allow even Death to take over us (maybe as a result of this love, or at his hands), perhaps then the very boundary between the loved and the lover will be perfectly blurred… Wouldn’t that then allow us a glimpse into that Oneness between each of us which we all are in search of? Isn’t that the final frontier of death then, the precipice of fear beyond which lies true love, the final dissolution of Ego, or perhaps even real death? This then is the ‘courage’ to Love.

Am I ready to die for love? Or would I allow fear to stop my feelings of love from finding its ultimate freedom and expression? Would I allow love to be corrupted by fear?

Osho said once that where there is love there is no fear, and where is fear there is no love.

So where is the place of Trust in all this? Isn’t surrendering the only way, not actually knowing what is to become of I and giving in without being sure of whatever?

I wonder!

Love

Suresh

P.S.: On the other hand is the other person for whom I feel so much of overwhelming love be able to accept this kind of love?

Will he feel threatened? In that case will I not be reflecting my own fears in him? Perhaps I will learn eventually, if Providence would favour me too Do keep me in your prayers.

Oh Goddess Yemanja, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yemanja)

The essence of motherhood, and a protector of children… untamed sea… full of passions that resides in the hearts of men and women…

Here is a wish I make

Give me the company of my passionate lover, beloved… the guy who can raise my level of consciousness to greater unimaginable heights… And in return if you wish, take away the residual of my lifetime… take me in your arms. Better to live for a short time living life in all its wild glory than crawl inch by inch to death, dying each day… in unattained desires and wish

Let this pain, this storm within me be converted into passionate love for somebody who can use it to live and find a new lease of life…

Let me die and be reborn again… free. Let me find life, live it truly, share it with him truly and then rest in your arms in peace.

I value not life, more than death after a life well-lived however short it be. I trust in you and know you will bring me true love and greater understanding, and make it rich and fulfilling.

- Kiran Jean Pagan goldenboy the dancing dervish …

Dil hai ki maanta nahi,

Mushkil badi hai rasm-e-mohabbat

Yeh jaanta hi nahi…

My heart is not convinced

Doesn’t understand that there are countless difficulties

In the ritual of love

Dil toh yeh chahe bus tumhe dekha kare

Mar ke bhi hum na zuda ho aa kuch aisa kare

Mujmein samaa ja, aa paas aa jaa,

Humdum mere, humnasheen

My heart desires just to see you alone, none else

Let’s do something so as not to part even after death

Come, merge in me… come close

My love…

A recent date, a passionate night, and the flame of romantic passion engulfs this heart.

I wonder if I would be doing injustice to the guy I met before.

However my soul sings to me of it’s longings for a relationship that has the wetness of desire, the fire of passion, the magic of romance, the andrelin that gushes through your mind and body washing away all fears and leaving you totally naked like an open wound… yet with complete trust basking in the feeling of love…

Yes, I want to let myself fall in love again… I am eager to embrace life without the hiccups of conventions and conditioning… I want to explore.

The guy who stirs passion in my heart is a person who has his own free views – as dark as the Nazi and as enchanting as the Star War characters. A common friend described him as the Devil who lurks in the form of a handsome human being.

For a person like me who had a recent love affair with death, a fling with the Devil appears to me as tempting as dark chocolate. Accepting him as he is, and knowing him to love him as he is… without trying to change

Something to learn about myself

Fantasy you may say – but isn’t that what the stuff called desire is made of?

-x-x-x-

After a fortnight outside Mumbai am happy to be back home. I shuffle the Tarot cards, a newfound passion. And the Death card appears.

Looking for explanation from the reference book provides me details of what the card predicts for me.

The card speaks to me of sweeping changes in life, inexorable forces that will take over … I wait, open and accepting.