The Indian Wheel

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The Indian Wheel , chapter 7

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The Indian Wheel
Script excerpt for chapter 7

I begin to envy these people for their belief.

In the USA they say that "everyone can become president“ but here everyone can become a God.
They are all part of a mystical, shared life. And for this true existence nothing and no one is superfluous or without value.
No-one has the idea they need to doubt themselves:
the question of self, the addiction to finding self-realisation – that's a distant psychosis - a European sickness.

After you've visited the holy shrines and pavilions of the Gods, after you've been in the temple, after all the prayers have been said and the presents distributed, the visit ends with a kind of picnic. That is also part of the ceremony, for here the gifts of the Gods are eaten. Everyone is relaxed and happy.
They have done what they needed to. So now the Gods will do what they need to. The wheels are turning and everything is right and good.

The picnic site by the sea is a special place. From here you can also send the most recent written supplications with small presents to the Gods. For the rhythm of the tides, ebbing and flooding the sea breathing in and out in harmony with the heavens is the inhaling and exhaling of God. Everything placed in the hands of the sea is placed in the hands of God.

Sacred eternal ocean – but that doesn’t deter anyone from using it as a rubbish dump.
But rubbish - what is it anyway? If I had I been born here, I would know there's no such thing as rubbish, useless waste.
Everything has its place in the eternal cycle. Who knows maybe this garbage collector sees dumping rubbish as a pious deed, returning material that became useless into the divine cycle – an offering, a gift to the Gods.

I can’t get used to the easy way they treat rubbish and misery.
Everywhere smells – a mix of rotting waste tinged with excrement and urine. The waste piles itself up everywhere into mounds and hills, searched through time and again by those who can manage to scrape a living from the waste: existence on the lowest level.

Waste – material that's nothing. That's all we've got for the Gods. All that has died – carcasses, corpses , things worthless.
Things that are no longer sentient. Emptied being.

If the sacred has an opposite, it would be the dirt. The better people, those who expect a better life after death know how important it is to avoid dirt.

"The Gods’ clothes never get dirty“ and for those nearest to them the strictest rules apply .

The holy scriptures lays down 23 laws solely prescribing the public disposal of our basic needs. The third of these 23 laws describes, for example, which places are taboo for emptying ones bowels.

Namely near a holy tree, on the banks of a river, pond or spring, in the grounds of a temple, where there is light coloured earth and, of course, on public paths or places.

The rules in the scriptures are strict - but only apply to the noblemen. The others, those who live far away from the Gods, don't need to bother themselves with that. They are free.