Navadwipa, let me touch your sacred soil, the same soil that is walked upon by Mahaprabhu's pink-tinged feet Let me take shelter of the saints that reside in Godrum, and bathe in mercy-river where Jalangi and Ganga meet The limbs of Gauranga resemble early sun above banana trees, Let me ring the dew-chilled temple bells again, please. Nitai like the glowing moon, dances through the night. Nadia, cradle of kirtan, be present in my sight.
"I rather enjoy the vids under the title Tartaria Vault and like the reasoning of the narrator in many instances, BUT, he suggests that "blue bloods" are so called, for literal reasons....And truly, even the blue skinned people of Sirius B possess…"
"This is a great topic for anyone to study......The same with the chambers within the Giza pyramids....A temple of initiation using sound harmonics...."
What explains how a system of knowledge — encoded in stone, transmitted through sealed guild records, and built into the acoustic fabric of the most ambitious structures in medieval Europe — was interrupted in a single century by opposing sides of…
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