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Here Come Angels
Ganapathy blowing conch. Says Here come the angels.
Group of angels come running.
G. asks who are you?
Chorus: We are Shaktis. We are Siddhis.
1. I am Anima. I make you an atom.
So you can't be seen.
2. I am laghima. I make you lighter than air. So
you can float.
3. I, Mahima. With my help, you can become a galaxy.
What power on earth can shake you?
4. Isitva. You can control the environment.
5. Vasitva. You can control yourself.
6. Prakamya. You will cherish great desires.
7. Bhukti. I give you health so you can enjoy.
8. Ichcha. Your will becomes the will of Goddess.
9. Prapti. You will surely get what you want.
10. Sarva kama. I will fulfill all your desires.
G. If I want misery for others or myself?
Chorus: We can surely give you that. But what is the point?
G. Some times I feel like it.
Chorus: Be careful what you ask! Because you will get it!
G: Like Midas?
C: Yeah, like Midas.
G: How will I know what to ask?
Isitva: Good question. I can help you find it. I will teach you
how to control your tongue.
Chorus: We will teach you how to control your tongue. Your
senses. And moods. So Don't be afraid to ask.
G: What brings you here?
Chorus: People in this world have lost their
hearts. We want to bring the light of love into
their hearts. So they can love more and hurt less.
Isitva: Too much violence and anger.
Vasitva: Too much loneliness and suppression.
Prakamya: Totally unnecessary.
Chorus: Together we can cure the ills of people here.
G: How? I have been trying. Not much success yet.
Chorus: By bringing love into the hearts.
We will teach you how to love,
sing with the colors float on air and dance with us. We will teach you to love all
and become light.
that's what you need
that's what you are, but forgot it
a lover first and a lover last.
G: Yes, I sometimes feel very heavy.
I can use some weight reduction. Do you run a health spa?
Chorus: You just ask! We do anything.
G: Why are you, (coughs), uh, not wearing any clothes?
Chorus: We don't? Oh yes, we forgot what they are long ago.
It is below our dignity to wear clothes.
Tell me why, my friend,
The sky doesn't wear clothes,
the winds are naked,
the fires are nude,
the lakes don't have cover
the vegetation doesn't cover bosom of the earth.
And why, why, why,
people cover themselves.
Perhaps to hide imperfections.
Beauty doesn't need clothes.
Isitva: I will tell you why. To separate
themselves from one another. We are one and we
know it.
G: Are you not ashamed to expose your bodies?
Vasitva: What is shame? I don't understand it.
Chorus: It is our will to be seen as we are.
The flowers are the source
from which the fruits come.
Are they ashamed?
Would you rather cover them ?
In Mother's creation
every thing is pure,
nothing is sinful
nothing pretends to be
what it is not.
G: Are there more of you? Or just ten ?
Chorus: Of course there are.
Each of us is a billion
yet the million thousands are one.
Like each of you is a billion
of living cells.
Thousands dying every second,
thousands born, yet,
are you not one individual?
Whose life are you living
my friend?
When cells die in your body
are you dying with them?
There is one life
flowing through all of us.
G: Is that the Mother?
Curtain closes.
Sudden change of weather. Sounds of thunder. Bolts
of lightning. Winds raising dust. First drops of
water falling. Sweet smell of earth hungry for
rain. Sounds of lashing rain. More thunder, more
lightning. Sahasrakshi appears in a lightning.
Radiant, glowing, smiling. Zoom into Her face.
She speaks: Her lips don't move, but She speaks.
I come to this world to spread the wings
of love and make you fly like angels.
I am the energy of love, life and light.
Surrender to me. I will lead you to the
realization that you are God, You are me.
There is no you, no me. We are one. That
is the truth. Love brings people together.
Respect love. Do not degrade it with anger
violence or lust. Making love is my worship.
This earth torn by fear. I bring my angels to
help you with your journey to greatness.
Do not resist them. They are here to help
in your darkest hours of melancholy. Hrim.
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