dharma:: syncronicity

When a master plays an instrument if there is another of the same kind that plays too the same tune

any even is composed two indivisible components the world surrounding and the event

Jugal Bandi Radha Krishna

There is saying invariably true that there is always an witness. Even when there is no human in hundred miles the witness is wall or tree or even wind.

There is no place to hide.

The witness is however unblinking eye at the center of one's heart. Furthermore, it is recording forever in its akashic record virgin untouchable library only accessible to it. No philanthropy erases the deeds of one's selfishness.

many decades ago during Bangladesh liberation war with pakistan looted donation given and kept that in whatever places he could hide. they were neighbor to my in laws. Joya went to their thirsty and opened the fridge to find there was not even one food or drink material only ornaments!

According to Yajnavalkya, creator recreates the world from this persons akashic record for its immortal journey through its hellucination. No saint peters waits for departing soul to take it to heaven. World is hell and heaven always.

The tune is composed by the creator and played in orchestra by my world - no one but I am the listener being watched by the creator himself recording again my reaction, its future composition.

After many a birth I have to enjoy my own music played without trying to stop the music.

No escape otherwise, One is immortal.

Jugalbandi. I am prisoner of creator and his created world. My karma! This is my very last moment of suffering if my watchman determines so that I am cured of my selfishness.

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