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Meanwhile back in the physical elevator…. Stella is on the couch; Dr. Sphil is sitting nearby with a notebook in three of her hands… Dr. Sphil: “Ahem, you look
a little different today?” Stella (coldly): “I
was cheated again! And this time I am not going to forgive!” Dr. Sphil: “There
is unresolved anger in your voice, dear Stella, you need to…” Stella (in a low dripping-with-evil voice): “Do NOT patronize me, Doctor!” Dr. Sphil (taken aback): “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to… (getting composed again) ok, darling, why are you here
today?” Stella (overcome with grief): “My true love betrayed me! That one (pointing to
kaRtaal killa’s lifeless body) loved and took me in. He let me into
his pocket where he had setup a sawdust pad which I assumed was for my comfort. Little did I know he was just like
the others - I just started getting to know him and without even a goodbye HE LEFT ME!!! I HATE MEN!!! I WILL
KILL…” Dr. Sphil: “I don’t
want to interrupt the healthy outpouring of your hatred, but do you realize that one is a she, not a he?” Stella rises up possessed by a kind a rage that Dr. Sphil had witnessed before only in her incurable patients.
The good Doctor’s fangs move towards the knife and fork hidden underneath her chair. Stella: “WHAT? Lies!
Betrayal!!!! I have been a made a fool! The whole of man and woman kind will pay for this!!!” Her behavior confirms the Doctors suspicions, who then firmly decides that Stella is incurable and thus to make this
world a better splace, attacks Stella! But the good intentions in the good Doctor's opisthosoma is no match for the
evil fury in the evil Stella’ chelicerae .There are a few moments of blood and fangs chaos and then … Stella,
with blood on her claws and in her eyes walks out of the office with only one thing in her mind: Death to humanoids!!!
We, the Jedi Nights Series authors, personally cannot fathom the right words to justifiably eulogize Dr. Sphil (we had, after all, spent a considerable amount of time profiling the greatness of
this doctor; but alas, the poor, lonely, underloved, underpaid, underestimated,
overworked, over-the-top-and-in-serious-need-of-some-serious-therapy writers can only do so much); but for the sake of ritualism (hey, don’t look at us like that, ritualism
has its place in the world), we will repeat what the Spiderly Nightly
News (SNN) reported that day: “The greater evil triumphed today: one of the finest therapists in the Spider world
has been brutally murdered. To observe this violently senseless dark hour, all therapists have lowered their antennas
and are charging their clients only an arm.” (The Jedi Nights Series shareholders
demanded their money back, that’s another story (in the Hole in the Wall Street Journal)). The dark curtain falls…. Snapshot of the Far Future: Time frame: 35 years from today (when
you 12-somethings readers will at last be approaching the unrevealable-somethings ages of the authors & illustrators at
this writing.) Imagine if you will: Setting: Sphahrukh Khan is being interviewed by a Reporter after he has
just received a lifetime achievement award. Reporter: “You look
fabulous!! In your acceptance speech, you thanked the writers of Jedi Nights
Series for making you what are you today. This surprised all of us because none
of us had ever heard of that Series. We have been unable to find references to it anywhere, not even in our data files of
What’s Hot and What’s Not???” Sphahrukh Khan: “Oh,
that was a very long time ago, when I had newly emerged from my egg sac. Completely fresh on the acting scene and still in
training silks, my debut to the theater depended on this dumb series where I played this dumb dame doctor, Dr. Sphiler something
or other who meets her early demise at the fiendish fangs of an impatient. I
simply wanted to thank the writers for their brilliance in killing me off during my second episode – the death scene
made me famous. Portraying a female character proved my ability as an actor to be independent of gender roles - absolutely
the best thing that could have happened to my career, dah-ling.”
Meanwhile back in the astral elevator… kaRtaal killa, unaware of her part in the havoc causing untold damage to man and woman-kind alike (not to mention
instability in the spider world - the cost of security that a Spider Spsychiatrist had to fork over after the
Stella incident raised the Sphrink fee to an unreasonably high arm and 2 legs thus resulting in marginally curable
psychotics becoming full psychotic Spocietal menaces), excitedly asked,
“Whoa! What was that?!” Mirthfully the man in white declared, “Again I do this … Ik Ong Kaar” and the Universe flickered once more. Our sister explained, “Kiddos, we have come to a place where Gurbani is not only multi-dimensional but visual too. Masteraani
jee probably did most of her research right here." The man in white nodded and uttered, "Ik!” We watched as everything - stars, galaxies and space - completely vanished. I blinked
and rubbed my eyes to be sure, but nothing at all could be seen. “This before True One created anything; only the Formless Oneis,” explained the man in
white. Although everything had disappeared, incredible sensations and feelings of pure Joy, clear Awareness and unexplainable
Beauty washed through us. The only word that comes remotely close to describing this feeling is Love - true, intoxicating,
cleansing, beautiful, pure Love. It became clear to us the Formless One is Love! An incredible power drew us in and engulfed us. We lost all feeling of being separated. Whatever we experienced as
outside ourselves seemed actually to be coming from within. No difference existed
between us and that which we felt. We melted into love. Love came from our very core. We no longer existed as anything but
love. The same Formless One being that we experienced outside, we experienced ‘being’ from within. "Our REAL self is formless," my sister murmured softly. Indeed, deeply within ourselves at our innermost center a strong magnetic pull existed so powerful and overwhelming
absorbing that some of us freely and openly wept. Feeling so free, so beautiful, so ALIVE and so unconditionally LOVED!! Tears
of gratitude and longing welled up making it impossible not to weep. Our unseeing eyes had become windows through which we
could witness our souls. The longing grew unbearably until if I possessed the capacity to destroy myself and merge with
the Formless One, I would have done it without hesitation. The Man in white uttered, "Ong Kaar” From the Formless One, an energy tsunaami sound wave explosion “Ong"
occurred surging forth the living visible vibration Kaar as rippling light and sound - bringing into being all the stars and
the galaxies. “This how starts,” the man in white explained. I had heard that mool mantr (and perhaps even all of gubani) is an expansion of "ik ong kaar". Time to test that theory I thought - perhaps our sister read my mind, as she reverently
whispered “Sat!” A multi-dimensional
screen suddenly sprang up and surrounded us. Like a DVD playing backwards (had the DVD kid been here, he would have started
(literally) bouncing off the walls), the screen showed images of Earths history going backwards. We saw the Iron Wall falling; then we saw how it had been built.
We observed the British leaving We looked at each other awestruck, “WOW!” we whispered. kaRtaal kid drawled, “Dudes, we saw
it all!” His eyes twinkling, the man in white exclaimed brightly, “You ain’t seen nothing yet, dudes!” Suddenly, the screen erupted again. This time reeling backwards at lightening
speed – we could see many great civilizations being built and destroyed in a blink.
Then we would see an “Ong” contracting back into the Formless
One. The incredibly swift rate at which this occurred made us feel queasy in
our astral tummies as we witnessed millions of “Ong”s contracting
back into the Formless One in a single millisecond; the velocity ever quickening, until we seemed on the brink of disintegrating.
The man in white asked, “Enough?” –
We all nodded. But the InterStellar Elevator
didn’t think so. The screen erupted again and this time we went into the
future. We saw destruction of everything except the Formless One and then “Ong” being emitted again and the creative cycle restarting. This time,
thankfully, the screen flickered out after showing just a few incidences which had made it clearly obvious that these cycles
occur endlessly, both in the future and past. The man in white said, “What thing common in
all this?” My sister answered, “Sat”. “Yes,” the man in
white smiled, “All else come and go; but Formless One no go anywhere anytime.” Completely blown away, we realized the immateriality of our tiny little lives
to be nothing but an invisible speck on the one of an infinite number of life specKtrums.
To say that we felt insignificant would be the understatement of the last million Ong cycles. "Naam!” someone ventured. We went back to the Formless One
state. This time the Ong sound wave exploded out in slow motion. We could
see the vibrations of kaar forming infinite little balls comprised of light photons (for
a lack of better word). Each light photon itself had several material outer layers of pure physical sound
energy covering inner layers of less and less physical and more and more subtle spiritual energy. At its very core, the
immaterial substance of the "material" matter of the Formless blended into One. My
graduated-with-a-double-BS-degree–in material science & electrical engineering sister remarked, “We are witnessing a quantum of electromagnetic
radiation; an elementary particle that is its own antiparticle.” The man in white chuckled deeply, his eyes twinkling like miniature universes igniting and diminishing and re-ig-night-ing as he explained, "This Naam - the "WaheGuru" we say is outer part of Naam - with meditation, we go deeper, deeper leaving the AM of self until we reach the AM of Formless One. THAT true purpose of japping naAM!" “Karta” someone whispered…. To be continued….
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