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A dear friend of mine made me aware of Krishna in modern India, and I am impressed by the life and devotion.
Krishna and Radha
One of the central themes is the love between Krishna and Radha.
The love affair starts when the astral body joins with the etheric body, and it ends when Krishna leaves Radha, the astral separates from the etheric, causing Radhas death, symbolizing that the etherbody are bound to the physical body.
This is both a cosmic event, that happened when dreamtime ended, but it happens also each day, when we go through the small death.
When we wake, and the etherbody joins with the astral body, the love affair starts.
When we sleep, and the astral body separates from the etherbody, only connected to the etherbody through a silver cord, she dies, she become unconscious and enter sleep.
The initiation, the Rosicrucian Chümical wedding, the Union of the masculine and feminine, is the marriage between Krishna and Radha, thereafter they will not separate again.
A dialog from Gita Govinda is telling that each person is the half of a soul, that they are searching their other half (twin-spirit), and one of Krishna’s tasks is to learn humankind to love, as it’s the only way to find the other half.
Krishna: “When two souls are united, the difference of the other or second vanishes; so if we are but one soul, then why do you wish for marriage?”
Radha: “Right now I see no difference between me and the others; everyone thinks you belong to them; so how does that set me apart?”
Krishna: “There are hundred Gopis who search for me every day; who wish to be with me; but you’re the only one I search for, and wish to be with; does that not set you apart?”
Radha: “No, it does not; because you seem eager to accept the Love of every Gopi, not just mine; I have no proof I’m apart from others.”
Krishna: “I am eager to accept the Love of not just every Gopi, but every Gwala, and every other creature that wants to shower me with love.
Can’t you see Radha, that is the purpose why I am here; to fill every living soul with Love; to teach every creature to Love.
I cannot reject any Love that is offered to me; Love requires both strength and courage. It requires courage to profess Love; Love that is professed and accepted gives strength.
Courage and strength will help every living being to endure the highs and lows of life. By encouraging living beings to profess their love to me, I gift them courage; by accepting their love, I gift them strength
If every Radha has to find her Krishna, and every Krishna His Radha, they have to start somewhere, with someone.
I am that Beginning; by learning to love me, and feeling that they are loved in return, I take every Gopi and Gwala as every other creature one step forward towards their own Krishnas and Radhas.
If I were to reject their Love, then they would never have the courage to ever profess Love to anyone again, then how would they ever find and unite, with their own Krishnas and Radhas?”
Radha: “Even if I were to accept what you are saying Krishna, how does it prevent you from marrying me, if it is important to me? What is it that prevents you from marrying me?
Krishna: “Because, we are but one soul; marriage is to unite two souls; we are one soul split into two; we are simply part of the other.”
Radha: “If we are but one soul split into two, then Krishna, then you should not have a problem offering me marriage.”
Krishna: “Now you are speaking from Ego; Ego divides; you are seeing us as two separate entities; speak from Love and you’ll see we were one.”
Krishna and Romanticism
At the start of the human development we were animals with a soul seed, we acted as animals and we procreated as animals, mindless love, we should learn to love as individuals, face to face, and it didn’t happen by chance, books were written to teach mankind how to do it, into the least detail, like Kama Sutra, and Krishna teached man how to love with the heart.
A sahajiya poem of Vidyāpati is rendered into English by David R. Kinsley thus:
As I near the bed,
He smiles and gazes.
Flower-arrows fill the world.
The sport of love,
Its glow and luxuries
Are indescribable, O friend,
And when I yield myself,
His joy is endless.
Freeing my skirt,
He snatches at my garland.
My downcast mind
Is freed of frontiers,
Though my life is held
In the net of his love.
He drinks my lips.
With heart so thrilled,
He take my clothes away.
I lose my body
At his touch
And long to check
But grant his love.
Sweet as honey
Is the talk of a girl in love.
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