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Saturday, April 20, 2019
Easter thoughts
Happy Easter - Christ is risen!
In the most ancient book according to some in the Western world which is the epic of Gilgamesh Gilgamesh sets out on a journey to find eternal life after building his famous wall for which he slays the so called monster Humbabu and conquers Lebanon' forests of cedar etc. He fails to do so as though he manages to get the plant that will give men eternal life and everlasting youth on his return journey where he dreams of giving it to all his people, a snake comes and steals it away from him.
The journey of the mythic hero, Gilgamesh, culminates when he fights with Iostre, his goddess, again unwisely, and dies as a great king who could not win eternal life but is famous for his battle, friendship, victory and the wall as well as the epic itself which he claims to be written by him, that shows Babylon was great during his time.
The journey of Christ is the culmination of and the reversal of what is wrong with the epic of Gilgamesh, where Christ slays the dragon/serpent Satan, builds an eternal kingdom, the kingdom of God, and comes back form the dead to give eternal life and everlasting youth to all who believe and fittingly his resurrection day celebration came to be named, albeit paradoxically, after 'Iostre'! Christ symbolizes the downfall of the earthly, corrupt Babylon/Rome and its idea of kingship with its policies of colonialism, imperialism and expansionism and environmental degradation and the arrival of a new Jerusalem which is based on entirely spiritual principles that is therefore undying, eternal and infinite and not a political kingdom, as it is based on the principles of faith, hope, love, mercy, grace, etc., and is the fulfilment of the 'promised land' of Moses. This is actually the significance of Easter, to have peace on earth and good will to all human beings. The message of peace on earth has been extended and kept alive most in the East by Buddha, Guru Nanak, and others of that spiritual mettle.
Easter poem
Before the Morning
Before you hold the record for height
you have to hold the record for depth
Only after descending below the lowest of the low
can one's ascent lead to the Throne of thrones
Hence while his body lay cold in the grave
his spirit travelled to hell and to Hades
There preached he freedom to the captives
who had been washed away by the flood
and had not had the chance to hear Noah preach
and got from there the keys of hell and death
then ascended to Parudisa
Where he ate of the tree of life
and shared the fruit with the thief on the cross
soaring then to the heights of heaven
past and through and in all of the seven
He got the keys of the heavens
Re-entered his (c)old body
on the slab in the cave in a shroud
waiting for the first crack of dawn
while outside they mourned, not knowing his path
the one of the perfect, final, conquering, archetypal Hero
who has to defeat everything
sin, flesh, the world, death, and hell
before he can put on the crown
of the Lord of the Immortals
and ascend, after shewing himself
to the pre-ordained witnesses
to come back again, when the rest of the heroes
and heroines are become complete
in number and in power
to lead them in the golden reign
for the New Age to be born
when there will be no more tears
you have to hold the record for depth
Only after descending below the lowest of the low
can one's ascent lead to the Throne of thrones
Hence while his body lay cold in the grave
his spirit travelled to hell and to Hades
There preached he freedom to the captives
who had been washed away by the flood
and had not had the chance to hear Noah preach
and got from there the keys of hell and death
then ascended to Parudisa
Where he ate of the tree of life
and shared the fruit with the thief on the cross
soaring then to the heights of heaven
past and through and in all of the seven
He got the keys of the heavens
Re-entered his (c)old body
on the slab in the cave in a shroud
waiting for the first crack of dawn
while outside they mourned, not knowing his path
the one of the perfect, final, conquering, archetypal Hero
who has to defeat everything
sin, flesh, the world, death, and hell
before he can put on the crown
of the Lord of the Immortals
and ascend, after shewing himself
to the pre-ordained witnesses
to come back again, when the rest of the heroes
and heroines are become complete
in number and in power
to lead them in the golden reign
for the New Age to be born
when there will be no more tears
Glopowrimo #20
Glopwrimo #20
Two Malayalis speak to each other in two different local English Vinglish accents - the first from Thiruvanathapuram and the second more from central Travancore.
"I yam valways lait for vurk, Gopan"
"I am olways lait going bak to reech hom, Cheriacho"
"Vat to do?"
"Nothing. Cuming for a smol?"
"Smal? Vy note a large?"
"Cum"
"Now aye feel better but the verld is spinning, Gopo."
I so streing sites too. As if that gerl was vinking at me, Cheriacho."
"Vich gerl? The vun in the boster?
"Eggsact seim vun"
"Have vun mo' large, she vill be sinking also laik the Taitanic."
Hahaha, then ve vill both go dowun"
"Yus, but she vil lift us up, hehehe"
"Yus, yus, what goes up must cum dowun"
"No, no, what goes dowun..."
"What goes dowun?"
"Laik every akshun has an iqual end oposit reakshun"
"Haha, but she is still vinking."
"Vink bak."
"Swupose sumun in the bar thinks aye yam vinking et him?"
"Aiyyo, athu preshnamakum. athu venda, let her vink on."
"Vink on, Vink on, mai pretti vun, vink on, vink on, said 'e"
Hehehehehehehehe yu are fully drunk, I see
Hahahahahahaha so are yu, I see
"I yam olways lait for vurk, Gopa, Gopo Gopan saar"
"& I yam vallways lait going hom, Cheriacha, cheriacho, mon cherie."
Listener's note: Even their accents changed fully to each other's by the end of this delightful ramble 
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