Devi
The Nada Chronicles, part 10
© 2002 'Running Fox' (Special thanks to ArjunA)

 

Om bhur buvat sva
Tat savitur varenyam
Bargo Devasja di mahi
Di jojo na prachodayat

While biking through the Dutch polder landscape I was singing aloud - when nobody else was around - this beautiful mantra. I am not sure many times, because I lost count very quickly. I looked around and was, as always, awed by the variety in outlook which the, at first sight so monotonous looking flat country, is able to conjure up like magic.

There were the little woods, the pools, the many kinds of green, and not to forget the population of the countryside. Here were the cows, the hares, and the many birds. In the distance the range of dunes, coming closer by and by, and where at last I ended up between the queues of trees, beach and oak, that provided me with again another kind of scenery. There was this small pool in the middle of the dunes, of which the edges were overgrown with buckthorn and tall grasses. At last I arrived in the big city, which, short of the traffic and the buildings and the busyness, also bubbles with life, and I not only mean human life.

There were the little woods, the pools, the many kinds of green, and not to forget the population of the countryside. Here were the cows, the hares, and the many birds. In the distance the range of dunes, coming closer by and by, and where at last I ended up between the queues of trees, beach and oak, that provided me with again another kind of scenery. There was this small pool in the middle of the dunes, of which the edges were overgrown with buckthorn and tall grasses. At last I arrived in the big city, which, short of the traffic and the buildings and the busyness, also bubbles with life, and I not only mean human life.

I decided to go and buy something to eat and drink at a cafeteria to consume on a nearby bench, with a splendid view at the busy highway. Not a very inspiring location, but it was better than nothing and I was tired and hungry.

Provided with food and drink I walked to the bench I had found out and to my surprise a beautiful young lady sat there, who wasn't there but moments ago. She was reading a book, but looked up when I got ready to sit down next to her. "Hi", she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "Sit down, you must be tired after the long journey".

Astonished I thought how she was to know this, but I said hello and made a comment about the beautiful weather. An unanswerable remark, I knew it, but at the moment I wasn't able to think of something else. This woman possessed such an indefinable fragile beauty, which for me was almost scary.

I started to eat my French fries with sauce and the woman started to read again and for some time none of us said anything. But all of a sudden she started to speak again.
"My name is Devi", she said and gave me her hand to shake, while I told her mine.

"Yes, I know your name," she replied. "I also know that on your journey this way, you have been enjoying everything that grows and blossoms and captivates us." She was referring to a certain radio show about nature in general and that was broadcasted many years before she even could have been born. I was flabbergasted that she seemed to know about this.

"You'd never have thought I would know of this, have you?" she said. "I want you to know that I have followed you when you were biking through the landscape, and that I received a lot of pieces of thought you were transmitting. You were reciting 'Om bhur buvat', remember?"

"Oh yes, I know", I answered. "But I am certain that no one was around, while singing. I do not like to stand before the pole." [A Dutch saying]. Oh-oh, biking, and at the same time standing before the pole. My choice of words earned the Pulitzer Prize again, I thought with a grin.

"Like I said, my name is Devi." She replied with a fabulous smile. "In daily life I am a Deva, like the one that appears in your mantra. Think about it." That I did and by heart I quoted the Gayatri Mantra, one of the oldest and most divine ones from India. And indeed: 'bargo Devasja', there it was. Never thought of it before. Of course I knew something about Deva's in general and that Devi would be the feminine form. While I looked at my bench-mate and especially to her transparent radiation and red hear - she definitely possessed an Irish appearance - and I could imagine that she would derive out of the Devic realms, for the time being transformed into something that looked like home sapiens. But then, the beautiful soft kind, you know what I mean!

"Thank you for the compliment", Devi said with a smile. I coloured red and thought that I was to look after my thoughts when with someone who apparently had no difficulty to know that which was transpiring within ànyone's head. She let that go though because she said: "You would want to understand a bit more about the devic dominions, would you?"

The world around me had become astonishingly silent. Neither did I hear or see the speeding cars any more. She and I were alone in our bubble of silence and nothing else than the two of us and her story was important.

"Listen", she began. "You have heard of the Elementals who act as guards and caretakers to the realms of nature, have you? The consciousness of the spirits of nature is not yet able to communicate with human beings. The people in Perelandra/Virginia en Findhorn/Scotland work with these Elementals to keep the area clean. But there are also Deva's with a higher awareness. This can reach as high as the consciousness of the archangels!

"The Elementals work in a group, while the higher developed Deva's often function individually. Those of water, fire, earth and air, are called Elementals. There are also Deva's who appear to look after villages, towns, mountain ranges, plains, lakes, oceans and rivers. We can be very small, but also very gigantic, because everything is related to everything else. You are aware of that! I am happy to say that during the last few years less Deva's are needed to keep an eye on all the existing green in the world. More and more humans arise and begin to take over some tasks of us Deva's. Think about the people with their so-called 'green fingers.' And above all you wrote somewhere yourself about the relationship you have with the fir tree in your backyard. His Deva backed out in the meantime, because it knew that you are capable to look after this tree very well!" "Ugh", was the only thing I could think of, hearing these words.

"The Elementals work in a group, while the higher developed Deva's often function individually. Those of water, fire, earth and air, are called Elementals. There are also Deva's who appear to look after villages, towns, mountain ranges, plains, lakes, oceans and rivers. We can be very small, but also very gigantic, because everything is related to everything else. You are aware of that! I am happy to say that during the last few years less Deva's are needed to keep an eye on all the existing green in the world. More and more humans arise and begin to take over some tasks of us Deva's. Think about the people with their so-called 'green fingers.' And above all you wrote somewhere yourself about the relationship you have with the fir tree in your backyard. His Deva backed out in the meantime, because it knew that you are capable to look after this tree very well!" "Ugh," was the only thing I could think of, hearing these words.

"There is an enormous variety in the devic realms, from the more simple, respectable gardeners of Gods creation, up to the mighty beings who help Mother Earth with her spiritual growth.

"The Deva's with a higher consciousness are able to communicate with humans, just like we are doing right now. On the other hand the Elementals only are capable to give you a certain kind of feeling, which comes down to a simple yes or no. But it also can be a perception of goose flesh or a remarkable feeling of inexplicable warmth of coldness, enthusiasm or grief. Humans are no longer used to react upon such ways of communication." Everybody is able to detect us sensory, see, hear, feel or smell. Everything is possible. You may also know intuitively that we are here. This is also valid for the different devic ways of communication. Sometimes we give you images, or we let you feel something or let you know.

"When you were underway along the little lake, you cried out with all of your heart: 'Oh what a gorgeous lake!' Unconsciously you tuned into the Being of the Lake; the local Deva.

"There are Deva's who go beyond the human stage. Language for them is nothing unusual. It is all about knowing and daring how to open to the level of communication of all devic realms. For that matter, the Deva's, just like the Angels and Archangels are already waiting a very long time to a rewarding cooperation with humanity, and like I said before, a beginning has been made with that recently."

Just to say that I was impressed is an understatement. Here I was, just communicating with her, but I knew that this would be an exception. Therefore I asked her: "What is the best way for people to tune in with you?"

"It is so unspeakably easy", she replied, that you would hardly believe it: ASK AND BE "SILENT; TUNE IN ON THE COSMIC CARRIER WAVE! You can hear it rustle in your ears. It is analogue to the tuning in on your radio. When you move the switch a little bit too far, there will be only noise. Switch off the ratio, the left side of your brain, and feel! In this silence a thought may sneak in that can be, how absurd it may look, your answer.

"Often we speak in images or symbols. Do not make it too difficult. The first thing that comes to you is usually the right thing. Communicating with the devic realms is like beginning a relationship, a liaison. After some time you may learn to distinguish the very personalities of each Deva. Some are short and abrupt, others are kind, and again others present their ideas in a flash. But speaking in general you can learn to recognize their individual vibration as if it were our energetic signature. In that way you may learn to make a distinction about what thoughts come from yourself, and which are derived from us.

"Look around you, to 'reality', as you did on your journey through the polders. Another way in which we try to start a chat is by means of the changes in this 'reality'. Such as a sudden breeze or a sign alongside the road that gives you a suggestion, or a group of birds flying above your head on a crucial moment. You saw the two hares that ran alongside you for a while in the pasture beside the biking road. Also an unexpected difference in time can sometimes be interpreted as a certain way of communication.

"We have talked enough though. The sun is setting and it is time for you to go home. Thank you for listening and if you feel like it, write it all down some time and try to share it with others. I wish you well."

I looked down for a moment to the French fries that had turned cold and wanted to thank her for all her wisdom. But she was gone and I became aware again of the traffic that was still roaring in front of me. Yes, it certainly was time to go home and to be able to come to terms with all I had learned that afternoon.

"Thank you very much," I said to the air on the place where she sat, but I didn't hear anything any more. A small breeze struck against my hair and my spine shivered and I knew that it was Devi who said good-bye to me. When I came home I looked briefly at my watch and I saw that only a quarter of an hour had elapsed since my departure out of the big city. On my way out I had spent two and a half hours…