Aesir

Once upon a time, I dreamt my Father in the Devi Temple – that I promised him I would leave this place and he hugged me and told me about the Northern dogs coming down up on us, so I had to write this tale.

A family of Gold, Aesirs we are house Prashad – those who serve God.  An offering to God.  Originals, once called, our home upon the Altar, overtaken by a Priest with no re gard, handing out Devi Prashad – who they were looking for.

My name,

My name is Devi Prashad.

Offering to Her.

My family took me, in all the dire situations we faced – inhumane to say the least, it continues till this day – and upon the events initatied by others, and my vow and oath upheld despite the violence of others, Jauhar.

The Sun burnt me.

This is from where I speak, a scar over my heart – that he continues to hit at.

Golden ones that would enter His abode, come back to Me.

We would return, to fight for Her.

For Him.

We promised Him.

1 soul, we are, in so many forms, Golden 1 – Aesirs.

Stand in the House of your Fathers – Brahman.

What he said to Me.

And so I did.

And my family

They took me.

It meant everything to me.

Ages it took to recover to heal, so many attacks viscous from the outside – fighting every day –

Inspired Me.

Him.

My husband.

It should have ended that day. 

But we followed Him.

We fight for Him.

This scar over my heart, the things that occurred in those dark places, burnt.

A scar left behind.

That He – Morgoth

Who we had sworn to fight to Save Her

Still hit upon.

Knowing it existed.

Love for Him, another – and things that had happened.  Had went wrong.  Left a scar.

Knowing this, hitting this I kept getting hit down from my family.

Hitting it over and over again

He also an Aesir, who worshipped and loved him.

Who did it for Him.

Picked me up, over and over and I kept getting hit down.

A level below,

The love for Him, hurt and wounded – hit in a mirror – down and down again for this goal we have.

A visit to the Science Centre in Montreal revealed only one thing.

Throughout the ages from the creation of our planet to simple one life cells to the dinosaurs and everything in between – everyone who had played their role – one thought they protected from the other – but I was the other really – and it went on.

That this was what he felt.

And he would hit, hit, hit and eventually – one day – go out.

And it would be over.

She must come.

He said.

The duration, and violence of these hits so severe to the heart – where the it touched, that he had to reconsider.

This is the tale of the Aesir.

To love, and know it wasn’t your fault.

You were Him.

And he loved another.

This is what is scribed.

But He picks me up every time, just the same, I am his Aesir.

Band under the Sun.

The message that the one who hits down, is the one who loves.

That it is because he loves, and was because he loves.

So I would be – another.

This foretold would have to be true – but it is him who decides.

The it we had to fight.

A Letter

4 sons..

4 boys

Held responsible

Anyone found with.. will be held accountable.

Encouraged to watch the TV show..

Day must hold so I can fight the nite

It is Him who must decide.

Aesir.

Bow…

As it begins,

From the home of Sri Rama and the name of my true Father,

There's a custom in the Raghu clan since ages,

Even if you lose your life, you must never break your promise.

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