Devata

But there was a lot of spiritual excitement.

And devotees... who were ancient and old, were dancing like young Devatas and so on.

So yes, thank you very much for coming and I believe that as we are entering the retreat we find our rhythm and we find our appreciation and we find that our bhakti perhaps blossoms, there will be this atmosphere which comes when the emotions of people equalize or they are similar at least for some time and then a heightened, heightened is the English word, spiritual realization is possible.

That's a very important point of the rasa theory, this understanding of tuning into each other and building an atmosphere.

This would be the way he began, for dreamers in the East tell something the same sort of tales today.

Long ago, when Devata was king of Benares, there lived a virtuous elephant, a reprobate ox, and a king without understanding.

And the tale would end, after the moral had been drawn for Ananda's benefit.

Now, the reprobate ox was such an one, and the king was such another, but the virtuous elephant was I myself, Ananda.

This would be the way he began, for dreamers in the East tell something the same sort of tales today.

Long ago, when Devata was king of Benares, there lived a virtuous elephant, a reprobate ox, and a king without understanding.

And the tale would end, after the moral had been drawn for Ananda's benefit.

Now, the reprobate ox was such an one, and the king was such another, but the virtuous elephant was I myself, Ananda.

This would be the way he began: For dreamers in the East tell something the same sort of tales today.

Long ago, when Devata was king of Benares, there lived a virtuous elephant, a reprobate ox, and a king without understanding.

And the tale would end after the moral had been drawn for Ananda's benefit.

Now, the reprobate ox was such an one, and the king was such another, but the virtuous elephant was I myself, Ananda."Thus then he told the tales in the bamboo grove,"AndThe Bamboo GroveIs There TodayLittle blue and grey and slate robed figures pass under its shadow by two three joss sticks disappear into the shrine That is the body of the god Come out smilingand drift awaythrough the shrubberiesA fat carp ina pondSucks at afallen leafWith just thesoundOf awicked littleworldly kissThenTheearthsteamsAnd steamsin silenceAnda gorgeousbutterflyFull six inchesfrom wingto wingCuts throughthe steamIn azigzagof colourAnd flickersupTo theforehead ofthe GodAndBuddhasaidThat aman mustlookon everythingasillusionEven lightandcolourThetime wornbronzeof metalAgainstBluegreenof pineAndpaleemeraldof bamboothe lemon sashofthe girlInthe cinnamon dresswith coral pinsinher hairleaning againsta blockOf weather bleachedstoneAt lastThe sprayOf blood redazaleathat standsOn thePale goldmatsOf the teahouseBeneathThe honey colouredthatch"To overcome desire and covetousness of mere gold which is often very vilely designed"—that is conceivable But why must man give up the delight of the eye Colour that rejoices Light that cheers And line thatsatisfiesthe innermost deepsof the heartAh!If the Bodhisat Had onlyseenHis ownimageEnd OfBook OneChapter ThreeRecording By Tim BulkeleyOf BigBible.orgBookOne ChapterFourOf LettersOf TravelThis isa LibriVoxrecordingAllLibriVoxrecordingsare inthe publicdomainFor MoreInformationOr ToVolunteerPleaseVisitLibriVox.ORGRecordingByTimBulkeleYOfBigBible.orgFromTidewayTo Tideway1892To 95OurOverseasMen FromLettersOfTravelBy RudyardKipling AllthingsconsideredThereAreOnlyTwoKindsOf MenintheWorldThoseThatStayAtHomeAnd ThoseThatDoNotTheSecondAreTheMostInterestingSomedayAManWillBethinkHimselfAndWriteABookAboutTheBreedIn ABookCalledThe BookOfThe OverseasClub ForItIsAtThe ClubhousesAllTheWayFromAdenTo YokohamaThatTheLifeOfThe OverseasMen IsBestSeenAndTheirTalkIs BestHeard AStrongFamilyLikenessRunsThroughBothBuildingsAnd Members AndaLargeAndCarelessHospitalityIstheNoteThereIsAlwaysTheSameOpenDooredHighCeilingedHouse WithMattingOntheFloorsThe SameComeAndGoOf DarkSkinnedServantsAndTheSameAssemblyOf MentalkingHorseorBusiness InRaimentThatWouldFatallyScandalizeALondonCommittee AmongFilesOf NewspapersFromAFortnightToFiveWeeksOld Thelifeoftheheoverseasmen includesplentysunshineandasmuchairasmaybestirring AtTheCapeWheretheDutchhousewivesdistillandselltheverypotentvanderhum AndTheabsurdHomemadehansomcabswaddleupanddowntheyellowdustofalterleystreet Arethememb3erofthebigimportandexportfirms TheshippingandinsuranceofficesTheinventorsofminesandexploitersofnewterritories WithNowandthenanofficerStrayedFromIndiatoBuyMulesfortheGovernment AgovernmenthouseaideDeCamp Asprinklingofthei officerso f t h e g ar r i s o n Tanskippersoftheunionandcastlelines AndnavalmenfromthesquadronatSimonstown HeretheytalkofthesinsOfCecilRhodes TheinsolenceofNatal Thebeautieso rotherwiseOftheSolidBoarVote Andthedatesofthesteamers The Argo is Dutch and Kaffir, and everyone can hum the national anthem that begins, Pack your kit and trek, Johnny Bole.

Then all of them are Devs.

The Manus that are going to come are some Devatas.

Devata means God-like humanity.

So that's where these gains get integrated into the new creation.

This would be the way he began, for dreamers in the East tell something the same sort of tales today.

Long ago, when Devata was king of Benares, there lived a virtuous elephant, a reprobate ox, and a king without understanding.

And the tale would end after the moral had been drawn for Ananda's benefit.

Now, the reprobate ox was such an one, and the king was such another, but the virtuous elephant was I myself, Ananda.

This would be the way he began, for dreamers in the East tell something the same sort of tales today.

Long ago, when Devata was king of Benares, there lived a virtuous elephant, a reprobate ox, and a king without understanding.

And the tale would end, after the moral had been drawn for Ananda's benefit.

Now, the reprobate ox was such an one, and the king was such another, but the virtuous elephant was I myself, Ananda.

This would be the way he began, for dreamers in the East tell something the same sort of tales today.

Long ago, when Devata was king of Benares, there lived a virtuous elephant, a reprobate ox, and a king without understanding.

And the tale would end, after the moral had been drawn for Ananda's benefit.

Now, the reprobate ox was such an one, and the king was such another, but the virtuous elephant was I myself, Ananda.