Immortality is only attained through sacrifice. When we sacrifice worldly life for God, the effects of Karma dissapear.
From the book How Sathya Yuga is Coming
KRISHNA'S
FEELINGS
‘The
Yamuna flows silently in the gentle surroundings of Brindavan. The river is not
uproarious like the Ganges. Yamuna has a light reddish hue. The Ganges is
white. Why is the Yamuna red…? There! Who is that’?
A beautiful blue form walks out from under the
dark shade of a tree and stands in the waters.
‘Oh!
Now we know why… since she resides near Krishna, the Yamuna girl is blushing
red! As soon as the divine feet of the Lord touch her, the quiet Yamuna quickly
springs up and falls over Him in great delight’.
Krishna slowly walks away and sits on the
nearby bank. The Purattasi Poornima moon lights up the entire place. Brindavan
blissfully sleeps in the cool moon light. A gentle breeze carries the fragrance
of flowers. The flowers sway in a dance of welcome expressing their joy at
Krishna’s arrival!
The Lord takes the flute from His waistband;
He places it on His lips and begins to play. The flute that was on the waist
now gets the lip throne. Can one imagine its joy? The music is supremely
melodious. The whole world is immersed in the flood of music. Radha springs to
her feet hearing the sweet strains. The music strums her heart strings and
enters every cell of her body. As she walks toward the flute sound, the
sweetness thrills her whole being. Each step she takes adds to the rhythm.
Krishna’s eyes catch a glimpse of Radha’s form
from a distance...
‘What
is this? Who is she? Is she a goddess or a heavenly maiden? Has Brahma deva
given this form to all the beauty in the world’?
The moon rays and dark shades fall on her body
adding to her beauty. She comes near. Krishna’s eyes forget to blink. The flute
slips from His lips. Radha sits at the feet of Krishna. As if all the beauty of
the world is being offered at the divine feet, she gently touches the holy feet
with her tender fingers. The touch shakes Krishna’s heart and lights a spark.
‘I
know this touch. This touch belongs only to Me. Who is she? Is she not the
Shakthi in My heart?’
The Lord’s heart flutters in joy. The eyes
show the joy in the heart.
‘How
is it possible? It is true? The shakthi within Me has come out for the sake of
My mission. How surprising that it is so beautiful and attractive. What is
this? In this green sari, she looks like a flower creeper come to life. Is she
a woman or a rose garden? She is mine; she belongs to Me, My Shakthi. She has
separated from Me. Now this moment, I will take her with Me. This beauty is My
own.’
Flooded with many tender feelings, Krishna
strokes Radha’s head very fondly. The touch fills Him with ecstasy. He calls
her softly,
‘Radha…’
She falls gently at His feet. The next moment
His wisdom awakens,
‘No,
though she belongs to Me, I must wait. I must complete the Avataric task. We
have come only for this. There is no place for such tenderness until the task is
completed.’
The
heart did not accept these words of wisdom.
‘She
has come from Me. She is My power of action. Why does this power have a
beautiful feminine form? I did not expect the divine power of God would take
such an enchanting form. She has fallen like a child at My feet at the first
sight. How can I keep her away? My Radha! Should we wait for two more ages?
Should I remain as if I am unaware of your child like heart, your trust and
faith in Me?’