LIVE THE LIFE ... 22

Words, words, senseless words, frothy, fuming, toxic words, barbed words, veiled words, hurtful words, healing words, words galore everywhere, utterances meaning nothing. Words that are the fruit of vision, realization replete in transcendence true, such words, for sure, are the harvest of the soul laden with the essence of things. The rishi utters his mantra, seen in the depth of his soul, that carries the message of the causal world and the tiding far beyond. The universe is the expression of the Word, the Om that holds it all, the summation of all of vibrated sound, itself the non-vibrating source. This syllabic mystic mantra enfolds us all in its arms as we dabble in its derivatives the babble of the flesh. But if we redirect our attention towards this, our verbal source, our sonic origin and attempt to scale the heights of transcendence by penetrating this sound wall, then freedom is ours beyond the sound. Then all that we shall ever utter again, should we return to the plane of relativity, will be tinged with the flavour of the soul that sees into the heart of things and our words will be potent enough to bring forth transformation in others. Then, and then alone, will we be ready to do real fruitful work for the regeneration of humanity, not before. The babble will have given way to utterances profound pouring from the depths of the soul and our very words will be Veda.

Awake, awake, my friends and set about transforming your lives by following the blueprint laid down by Vivekananda. It is the need of the hour, the imperative of the times and the very basis on which shall rest future humanity as it grapples with the forces of darkness to arrive at the gateway of freedom, light and immortality.