South of France

Sara la Kali is not Egyptian. She is not French. She is not Christian, nor Jewish. She is not a latina speaking languages of the many conquered. She is not even from Africa although her soul most definitely keeps the profound rhythm of ancient lands. Sara la Kali is the descendent of the cosmos. She was born into a North Indian royal family of dancers, artizens and musicians. She is dark in color not from the sun but from her ability to bend, sway and to reach for the sky in the dead of night as the sky calls her showering his heavenly colors down upon her.

She is in name and form of a great mother giving rain as blessing when sky meets earth. Through the air move sacred realms of crystaline frequencies, radiant beings receive these blessings. The blessings do not come from loss, remorse, regret, shame, bad intentions, dispicable behaviors or cheating schemes. The soul is not blessed for tragedy. The soul is not a stranger to this land, to this kshetra. The soul rejoices in celebration and connection. Rain comes from your blessed mother.

Coming from the era of Rajput India, Sara la Kali an ordained Devadasi, was kidnapped and sold. Against her will she embarked on a long journey across foreign territory, with brutish imbiciles holding her captive for ransome. Although there was a different royal host who wanted her powers only fools gold was offered. Rishis and Saints in India ruled their kingdoms and their lands naturally with extraordinary powers, ordinary at the time. The consciousness of mankind has dulled down era after era until now. Can one even read the news anymore without a squint and a head scratch? No, the answer is no.

The divine ordinance that caused her abduction was nothing a blithering pirate could confiscate, and no amount of gold could pay for it. Try as they may Sara la Kali was brought further westward finally landing along the coastline of Provence. There are myths and legions of how she arrived there. Everyone wanting to own her, have rights to her celestial heritage and push their religious stories through her icon. Like most Judeo/Christian white wash the stories are not true. She was a slave, held captive for what no one could buy and taken to distance lands on commission.

The truth of her landing cannot be erased by the people whose very bloodline run through her veins. Still celebrating in the ancient vedic way, every year, from all corners her tribes collect themselves at the historic Saintes-Maries-de-la- Mer. They dance and sing with her down to the ocean where they bath her in a procession that is bright, colorful, lively and most importantly true to their royal blueprint.

We all know who these people are. People who have moved, been moved, displaced, uprooted, forced to speak others languages, stolen, traded, raped, murdered, forgotten, shamed yet they adapt to your religions. They are the only people who have not tried to conquer foreign lands simply living and they are the only people who have often times been the first inhabits of a land itself throughout history.

1. We give gratitude for our cosmic roots that have never been forgotten. They have been covered time after time, layer after layer similarily to the many pieces of colorful fabric she is wearing and offered, her ancestry is cloaked. Strong family structures, taboos only ones in this culture understand or even know, this diaspora is mimiced from low brow to high heel. Yet who is actually accepting and helping these often very impoverished communities where some have no water access nor basic utilities. This is the exact pattern that has been playing over and over and over again thoughout history. This is a pattern. This is a pattern. This is a imprinted pattern. Displaced, misunderstood, victimized, turning towards desperate measures to survive, mainstream culture uses that as evidence for more humiliation, segregation yet the consumer world grasps at what they have and sells it to make a profit.

2. We are musicians, we are artisens, we are seers, we can heal, and we adapt to the local societal constructs. Yet is society what we want it to be? Don't tell me, ask yourself.

3. We do not belong to you. You are not our keepers. Yet we are generous enough to share the blueprint of a divine human being to humanity. From North India to the Hindu Kush into the Balkans and Eastern Europe, westward through Iberia a migration landing all the way into the Appalachian Mountians in the US and everywhere in between we are here offering our services, our wisdom, our teachings and our prayers. You see cultures of chaos and crime, in some communities, but do you see what is under the layers of history, the same histories you pride on studying in distinguished halls filled with books, giving acolade to collegues, yet who has come up with a solution to some of the most challeneged quarters of human existance? No one has.

4. We are reclaiming our history, our heritage, our Divine right to allow our culture to thrive the way that it is intented to thrive, pure consciousness from source. Bhagavan Sri Nithyananda Parashivoham is providing this very space for reclaiming not only this cosmic blueprint but also He is teaching freely and offering support to those ready to simply sit for a few moments and listen, then remember. I invite you to become part of this global remembering from whereever you are. If you feel the call, hear the call or just have a curiosity and would like to integrate this ancient technology into your system, what is stopping you but yourself.

5. My aim is that the decendants of the dancing lineages and anyone who is not receiving what they need receive the resources that they need be it water, utilities, food, support, but most importantly the space to take 11 minutes to remember. Allow the space to open up and devour you with grace. Only then can any of us be any real use in the world. We need to become useful again as people but not as card carrying consumers, as inner space warriors who stand up and protect our own precious life. We do not need to assimilate. The Rroma do not need to assimilate, the outsider does not need to assimilate in the political sense that you are thinking. The Rroma diaspora needs remembrance and the technology to remember along with support systems locally that are there to help when the layers of blankets begin to come off and each individual in their own families and communities gets a glimpse of true freedom once again. This is what is happening, now.