Shri Krishna has a disc weapon, known as Sudarshana Chakra, in His right hand (usually depicted spinning around the right index finger). While the conch (Shank), held in the left hand, represents the lunar energy, the Chakra is associated with the Sun and the mind. The word Sudarshan means “good sight” or “auspicious to look at”.
According to Hindu mythology, Lord Vishnu wanted to obtain the weapon as a gift from Lord Shiva, in order to defeat the rakshasas (demons) that were troubling the world. Shri Shiva was deep meditation and Lord Vishnu did not want to disturb Him. He decided to please the ascetic Lord with an offering of 1000 lotuses, but when Lord Vishnu could only gather 999 lotuses He plucked out one of His own Lotus Eyes as a substitute. This great act of self-sacrifice greatly pleased Lord Shiva, and He gave Sudarshana Chakra to Shri Vishnu. With the invulnerable power of Sudarshana, the forces of evil were then defeated.
Shatrughna, the youngest brother of Lord Rama, and twin brother of Lakshmana, is said to have been an Incarnation of Sudarshana Chakra.
Source: Sahaja Yoga Australian Newsletter, 28 July 2006
In silent meditation Jesus sat beside a flowing spring. It was a holy day, and many people of the servant caste were near the place. And Jesus saw the hard drawn lines of toil on every brow, in every hand. There was no look of joy in any face. Not one of all the group could think of anything but toil. And Jesus spoke to one and said, ”Why are you all so sad? Have you no happiness in life?”. The man replied, “We scarcely know the meaning of that word. We toil to live, and hope for nothing else but toil, and bless the day when we can cease our toil and lay us down to rest in Buddha’s city of the dead”. And Jesus’ heart was stirred with pity and with love for these poor toilers, and he said, “Toil should not make a person sad; men should be happiest when they toil. When hope and love are back of toil, then all of life is filled with joy and peace, and this is heaven. Do you not know that such a heaven is for you?” The man replied, “Of heaven we have heard; but then it is so far away, and we must live so many lives before we can reach that place!”. And Jesus said, “My brother, man, your thoughts are wrong; your heaven is not far away; and it is not a place of metes and bounds, is not a country to be reached; it is a state of mind. God never made a heaven for man; he never made a hell; we are creators and we make our own. Now, cease to seek for heaven in the sky; just open up the windows of your hearts, and, like a flood of light, a heaven will come and bring a boundless joy; then toil will be no cruel task”.
From The Aquarian Gospels of Jesus Christ
“To have humility is to experience reality, not in relation to ourselves, but in its sacred independence. It is to see, judge, and act from the point of rest in ourselves. Then, how much disappears, and all that remains falls into place.
In the point of rest at the centre of our being, we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way. Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.”
Extract from Markings by Dag Hammarskjold, former Secretary-General of the United Nations
(Photograph courtesy of GeekPhilosopher.com)
This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.
The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear; when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams;
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death,
my voice will speak in your living heart.
Rabindranath Tagore