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.
"It’s time to speak on the frequency of Ma’at… There is a profound difference between the pursuit of TRUTH and the pursuit of relevance. True leadership is not a title you fabricate, or a pedestal built from recycled information. In ancient Egypt the…"
"Apparently (well I knew this, but it's controversial,) the Anunnaki referred to their created workforce of humans as the "ùĝ saĝ gíg-ga."....Sumerian for "black-headed people"....and AI gets a little woke when you ask this and suggests the…"
"I'm guessing Enki and Enlil may have had quite a few conflicts back then? Atleast Enki had some compassion. Enlil on the other hand was someone you wouldn't want to be around back then."
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