MISSION MANGAL

I would have preferred meeting her in a cozy airconditioned room of a house or a hotel lobby seated on a comfortable chair. The universe planned it smartly in an unused piece of farming land where only grass and weeds have flourished in the past few years ever since the lease deed signed.Even the farmer had deserted her. The legitimate inhabitants paid no rentals or taxes and happened to be stray cows, dogs and monkeys by dozens. Mother earth loves everyone and allows all to rest on her uneven grounds , play and grow to heights they carry the potential for. Her love is not discriminatory. The land acquisition and demarcation had preceded the so called earthly inaugural event by default and prayers had been offered to the elementals to permit us in at Diwali by lighting the ceremonial lamps. Something was going to shift.
We never plan the shift yet the shift awaits us instead to appear, embrace and set our foot prints on the earth marking our territories. The earth awaits someone who is patient enough to remove the wild weeds from her past that grow in different seasons , plough, dig deep in her layers, turn it around, nourish it for a while , sow the seeds and plant some shady trees. She loves dreamers and visionaries. She can’t complain as she is the mother to all species alike but feels the pain of ignorance and mistreated and even sold to those who claim to own it but choose to stay disconnected. The earth knows one truth, she belongs to none. The generations come only to set their own foot imprints and they all return to her eventually buried or burnt. We cease to exist, she doesn’t. She always was, is and shall be.

Dr. Rangana Rupavi Choudhary was to be part of my earthly design in the matrix for me in the year 2022.The seeds were sown much before. She had been consistently peeling me emotionally gouging out last layers of my grief and reimprinting me so that I could step in the shift too. She arrived in time for my Mission Mangal in the Hindi heartland of Greater Noida, Uttar Pradesh, INDIA with offerings of fruit. The fruits she expects me to bear someday if I can manage to become a tree myself , for she is like the wise oak tree with thick wide spread branches providing much needed shade to the emotionally scorched for multiple reasons in life. The seeds of her mission had been sowed before too.

The Sun God settled for a pleasant eleven degrees on the wintery morning and the field was dressed just enough to be presentable. As the leukemia survivor and fighter sprayed the water of holy Ganges the piece of earth thanked him for adding the element of purity. The Gen-next had learnt to hold the “spade” only the previous day unlike their ancestors whose callous laden hands were proof of their connection every season when they sweated in the fields and sowed. They knew the art of sowing seeds to turn them into trees, plants, fodder ,flowers ,crops anything they wanted. They wanted their Gen-next to be better than them so that they won’t have to toil as much. They replaced the spade with pens and papers to be literate.
I too had lost my connection at some point in this evolution as I was handed the tool of knowledge so I was pretty much ungrounded for the majority part of my life. It is only now, I intend to return with different tools I have been able to acquire. It is time to heal the earth differently by healing the beings that inhabit it in the best capacity I can. The earth will not simply connect just because I need her more now looking for another hideout but she needed to know if I have surrendered enough and learnt to ground myself. She is aware through the vibrations I carried that over two decades I have questioned my own existence choosing to exist underground wrapped in layers of grief of those that I lost. With every loss I wanted to be with them rather than here, and wished I was in heaven with them rather than be here and serve myself and her in the process. Mother always knows the discoonect and reasons behind. I have distracted myself and feared shouldering bigger responsibilities for the larger good. Till the times we are engrossed in our own situations of life the larger picture of greater good can not appear. The larger picture needs to be seeded. It cannot grow in pain and trauma of any kind. The seeds need to be received in silence, peace, gratefulness and in trust aligned with source and then sown at the right time in favorable seasons.

The ceremony was completed in the same fashion seeking forgiveness and reconnection on a freshly prepared mud laden platform smeared with cow dung, red and yellow clay marked for the occasion. Dr. Rangana’s delicate hands carved an auspicious Swastik symbol that in itself facilitates “that” which is conducive to well-being. As the red vermillion and turmeric facilitated the completion, four different types of seed grains were placed intended for all four directions to be returned and consumed by the animals and birds that awaited. There was no place for mindless entitlement from the Mother earth anymore, exhausting her resources and consuming but intending that the seeds of prosperity, abundance, good health , success and peace may rest in all, with all. The wind played around with fire challenging it but as the invocation and chant reverberated, the fire too disciplined itself gently staying alight and blazing consuming the offerings lovingly.
The ceremony concluded with seeker friends who are determined enough to climb all the way up to Kailash mountain in the Himalayas, joyously sprinkling the naughty yin- yang seeds commanding them to bear fruits someday along with flower petals back into the freshly dug pits meant for foundation. They blessed me with a bright future and uttered “tathasthu” (so be it ) with sacred intentions and unmatched purity in their hearts.
As Dr. Choudhary settled in the ground the earth smiled for she perceives the presence of heavy weights side by side sitting in complete silence, holding hands gently but reassuringly. She in that moment let me know that I could trust her with hand holding. I relearnt that hand-holding means “being present to/with the other” and it is more than a conventional hand shake. She wasn’t a mere trainer or someone I looked up too but someone whose earthly connection had joined mine heart to heart while we sat soaking in the moment. Someone had sown the seed before.
The mission we have set for is already manifest , all I need is the patience to wait for it and make it appear. The winds brought the message from Mother earth in my ears while I sat in front of the fire cozy in sunlight gazing at the sky while all my ancestors and loved ones were in full attendance blessing me in ethers. She was conversing with me stirring lazily enquring who was I ?
I am a dreamer I said, quietly .
I have come to find the connection and seek your blessings.
She smiled for the very first time caving in slightly where I sat and giving me a clear message.
“Blessed are the weird people, the poet’s, misfits, artists,writers, music makers, dreamers and outsiders for they force us to see the world differently”
Welcome and blessed be !

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Date : 18/10/2026

MISSION MANGAL

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