Friday, October 3, 2014

GOLDEN DEER









Dear daughters of joy,

That which glitters may or may not be gold. Use your power of discrimination to decide what is gold and what is not. Discrimination is the most important function of the intellect. Get the full story, its overview, and all the POVs, and the back story before you think you know the story

Hard boiled criminals know the story play by play. They work in perfect rhythm with one another to create smoke screen after smoke screen and, if need be, a palace of illusions, to do their evildoings.
When is Sita going to get it?
It started seemingly with that gorgeous golden deer. NOT.
Big stories have bigger backstories.
Big shade comes from big trees that have deep roots.
Lifelines go back through many dates of birth.
Even Gods go through many avatars.
Stop. Look. See.
“God give me the strength to accept the saints in my life and to do away with the sinners and the wisdom to tell them apart. Amen.”
The golden deer would never have crossed Sita’s path but for Kaikeyi, Mantara, Shoorpankha, among others, who had two to twenty ears to fill with evil nonsense.
Criminals who are good at such plots are of hermaphrodite brain. They can play the gender game both ways. That is why they are so good at deception and they can perfectly mold their victims to the crime they have in mind, wipe their own fingerprints off of the murder weapon, leave the crime scene looking like it was the victim’s fault as much as it was the perpetrators’, tiptoeing through the Freudian minefield they’ve engineered. The rest of us have to wait until we can balance the Yin and Yang through hard work to achieve a healthy androgyny in our awareness so we can see through their smoke screens and navigate those minefields. Takes years.
Grown men lose track of their egos in big ways and grow ten heads sometimes.
They’re overcompensating perhaps for loss of power and balance in some vital areas of their lives.
And if grown men knew whom to trust, hairdresser or Sita.
One cannot judge someone who has been betrayed by his own family too harshly. Trusting people does not come easily to them. His all grown up father with the golden crown and golden throne could’ve, should’ve not listened to the boy’s nasty step mother who could’ve, should’ve not listened to a maid! So the maid gets to pick the king???? Something fishy’s going on here.
Take a good look at people and see them for who they really are.

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On a golden chariot did Hades abduct a screaming Persephone to the underworld. All she had wanted was a handful of flowers, and she got instead a life suspended between earth and its depths, bride of Death.
Helios in his golden chariot aided and abetted his brother. No wonder Phaeton his son paid for his father’s sins by dying so young. You cannot stand around watching rape and murder happen and not have it revisit you where it hurts the most. So what if you ride a golden chariot?

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On a golden pond floats a lily pad. On it is seated a frog philosopher watching the world bathed in the golden light of a golden afternoon. He catches no flies. He saves no Thumbelina. He mints no gold coins, and multiplies no golden talents. When he croaks he will leave behind no golden words, nor an inheritance for his old wife and the children.
What use was all that gold?

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Golden apples have had their day in court, like another apple Eve made infamous. 

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Atalanta did alright with the apples. A few moments’ waiting could’ve kept her mane free. 

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Paris could’ve said he was married already.

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What’s forty pieces of silver? It’s not even gold. Plain old silver. It was good enough for Judas. Payoffs are unique in their attractiveness to people. One man’s poison is another man’s peach. Judge not a bag of silver coins. Judge the one who covets the bag of silver coins.

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Gold coins you can bite into, urban legends, old wives tales, conmen, the pimp, the bootlegger, internet hoaxes, the evil step-mother of the Grimm Brothers’ tales, the neighborhood brushfire of tawdry gossip, that friend with a story for you, that man who thinks you love him so much he can get away with murder and mutilation– what do they have in common?
You - you beloved daughter of joy and luck, the one with the motley cap on your head and flowers in your hair.


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Goldilocks looking for the not too sour and not too sweet existence of perfect balance in this realm of shades of gray wanders into the lair of bears and finds it there. Run for your life once you’ve eaten the porridge not too hot and not too cold. You know the rest of the story don’t you?
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“Gold diggers yea all?”

“Really? Slaves of our own devices, of delusions dear to us, of picket fences we kept repainting in white when the gates have been left open on purpose against our deepest convictions, convictions so deep we didn’t see your purpose. Men have been known to pawn their wives and sell their gold to one who will serve their addictions. It doesn’t take more than a split second for Guddi to become Doosri Sita.”


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Golden fleeces are won with lots of deception. And then they never heard of again, the price for that golden prize too high to merit any affection.

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The Midas Touch, a gift not worth mentioning for the sadness it evokes, took the life of a child before it was understood for what it really was.

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Sone ki Lanka bhi raakh hui. Jai Ramji ki.