The ultimate riddle

The ultimate riddle.

In another fifty years science is likely to discover that all living beings on this planet have an electro magnetic   relationship with the other planets of this solar system and the constellations beyond.

The real scientific age is barely a hundred year old  but is progressing at an awesome  rate.. From the first aeroplane to first landing on moon took  just six decades or so ! The time for a quantum jump in scientific discoveries is just round the corner.

The ultimate riddle to solve for science is the limits to which electro magnetic fields from each object affect and alter other body masses. The whole universe is nothing but a fierce interplay of matter and energy known to the ancient religion as Shiva's. Tandav.

Yogi Ram Charak (He was interestingly an American) was ridiculed and insulted by scientists when he maintained in his timeless 1904  book that the human body has an electronic magnetic field. It was only in 1954 that scientist discovered that the human body has indeed an electro magnetic field..

( This 1904 book of yogi Ram Charak,:"FOURTEEN LESSONS in Yogi Philosophy and Oriental Occultism " , can be downloaded free from internet.)

Science is correcting itself fast as new facts are unravelled. The creation is unique. No two persons have the same finger prints as each one is an inimitable unique piece of creation in TIME and SPACE  syndrome as  each one is spaced out from others by TIME and PLACE of his/ her birth in the rapid  kaleidescopic shifting of planets and constellations.

The ancient civilisations seemingly solved the riddle of the universe but were obliterated in a deluge (known as a PRALAY in Hindu philosophy in unending cycles of creation and destruction).

The unanswered W H Y

The WHY that bothers all thinking men and women is :

Why does life exist? Why is one born? From a tiny honey bee to a massive elephant they all go through the same process as a flower in a flower bed 

Outside my wide window in the east there is a flower bed of red roses. In the wee hour of dawn, as another day begins in that endless cycles of dawns and dusks, I often keep looking reflectively at this flower bed - the buds that are preparing to open up, the roses in various stages of bloom and  the petals that  lie scattered in the flower beds. 

That more or less sums up life.

The purpose of life is something that will, for ever, remain the ultimate unsolved enigma.

The whole creation is blessed with deceptive disillusionment. Inspite of sheer futility of this impermanence, of the endless chain of births and deaths that links the first human beings with us, we go through the whole life mechanically, like zombies, with disdainful unconcern. 

The clerk who demands a small 'speed money' to keep your file moving and the man at the top who is syphoning away millions of public money and stashing it in the Swiss Bank are both in the same state of mind. They seem  to be oblivious of the ultimate, the finale.

When I visit a graveyard or a cremation ground I often wonder who these people were. I 'imagine' through their lives, through their life's  journey of  hopes and despairs, through their struggles and success. It all ended up here. in a graveyard or a cremation ground. 

And then I go into the same reflective state of mind as that when I am watching the flower bed of roses outside my eastern window at dawn -  watching those scattered rose petals.

The sheer similarity hits me. The 'WHY' remains unanswered !

"Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,

Before we too into the Dust Descend;

Dust into Dust, and under
Dust, to lie,

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and—sans End!
(Omar Khaiyyam)

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