Why doesn't Shiva make Sati alive if he is a god?

Why doesn't Shiva make Sati alive if he is a god? Prajapati Daksha plans a Nireeshwar Yagna ( where everyone except Shiva and Sati are invited ). When Sati devi comes to know about this Yagna, she asks Shiva “Hey Lord ! My father is performing this Yagna, which is neither good for him or for the entire world, so , let us go and explain my father Daksha to stop the Yagna”. Shiva denies Sati’s proposal, and when Sati insists, He agrees and sends Sati to Daksha abode. Sati faces insult at her father's abode, but she tries her level best to plead her father Daksha and all the people present in the Yagna, to stop it. Daksha insults Sati and abuses Shiva, Sati not able to bear Shiv_ninda( abusing Her husband God Shiva) by her father, immolates herself. God Shiva could not save Sati or bring her back to life because :: Sati before immolation says “ I feel ashamed to be born to a father like you. You have given me this physical body , as you are my biological father Daksha. I got Shiva in this life , without putting much effort, so I'm losing Shiva. After facing this humiliation, I can't go to my Shiva. I want to give up the title of Dakshayini ( Daksha’s daughter), so I'm immolating this body into ash. At least in my next birth, I want to be born to a father who would respect me and my husband. I would do rigorous penance and achieve my Shiva “. Sati could not realise Her true Shakthi form and immolated herself. So, Shiva could not breathe life back into Sati, as she wanted to give up the title of Dakshayini, Prajapati Daksha’s daughter ! In her next birth , Sati is born as Parvathi and after doing rigorous penance achieves Shiva forever

THE BEST FOR TODAY

Good Morning!!! God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; and Wisdom to know the difference. Thy will, not mine, be done. *~*~*~*~*^Daily Reflections^*~*~*~*~* July 1, 2026 THE BEST FOR TODAY The principles we have set down are guides to progress. ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, p. 60 Just as a sculptor will use different tools to achieve desired effects in creating a work of art, in Alcoholics Anonymous the Twelve Steps are used to bring about results in my own life. I do not overwhelm myself with life’s problems, and how much more work needs to be done. I let myself be comforted in knowing that my life is now in the hands of my Higher Power, a master craftsman who is shaping each part of my life into a unique work of art. By working my program, I can be satisfied, knowing that “in doing the best that we can for today, we are doing all that God asks of us.” **************************************************** Can We Choose? We must never be blinded by the futile philosophy that we are just the hapless victims of our inheritance, of our life experience, and of our surroundings – that these are the sole forces that make our decisions for us. This is not the road to freedom. We have to believe that we can really choose. << << << >> >> >> "As active alcoholics, we lost our ability to choose whether we would drink. We were the victims of a compulsion which seemed to decree that we must go on with our own destruction. "Yet we finally did make choices that brought about recovery. We came to believe that alone we were powerless over alcohol. This was surely a choice, and a most difficult one. We came to believe that a Higher Power could restore us to sanity when we became willing to practice A.A.'s Twelve Steps. "In short, we chose to ‘become willing', and no better choice did we ever make." 1. GRAPEVINE, NOVEMBER 1960 2. LETTER, 1966 As Bill Sees It, P. 4 ***************************************************** Accepting Change One day, my mother and I were working together in the garden. We were transplanting some plant for the third time. Grown from seed in a small container, the plants had been transferred to a larger container; then transplanted into the garden. Now, because I was moving, we were transplanting them again. Inexperienced as a gardener, I turned to my green-thumbed mother. "Isn't this bad for them?" I asked, as we dug them up and shook the dirt from their roots. "Won't it hurt these plants, being uprooted and transplanted so many times?" "Oh, no," my mother replied. "Transplanting doesn't hurt them. In fact, it's good for the ones that survive. That's how their roots grow strong. Their roots will grow deep, and they'll make strong plants." Often, I've felt like those small plants – uprooted and turned upside down. Sometimes, I've endured the change willingly, sometimes reluctantly, but usually my reaction has been a combination. Won't this be hard on me? I ask. Wouldn't it be better if things remained the same? That's when I remember my mother's words: That's how the roots grow deep and strong. Today, God, help me remember that during times of transition, my faith and myself are being strengthened. ******* Grapevine quote of the day "One day it will be left to the young people now in our Fellowship to carry on the original spirit and traditions of AA, even though the buzz words and trends will come and go. It will be up to us to teach newcomers how to maintain the type of sobriety that achieves the promises of the Big Book and dispels some of the fables of recovery popular today. It will be up to us to help the newcomer from the street dry out, shakes and pukes and all. We will be left to teach the little things: how to sit at the front, not the back of the room, say hello to the new guy, wash coffee cups and ashtrays. One day it will be up to us to uphold the Traditions. It will be up to us to keep it simple." Bury St. Edmunds, England, September 1994 "We Who Are Next in Line," I Am Responsible: The Hand of AA © AA Grapevine, Inc. 1944-2014 **************************************************** COPING WITH ANGER Few people have been more victimized by resentments than have we alcoholics. A burst of temper could spoil a day, and a well-nursed grudge could make us miserably ineffective. Nor were we ever skillful in separating justified from unjustified anger. As we saw it, our wrath was always justified. Anger, that occasional luxury of more balanced people, could keep us on an emotional jag indefinitely. These "dry benders' often led straight to the bottle. Nothing pays off like restraint of tongue and pen. We must avoid quick-tempered criticism, furious power-driven argument, sulking, and silent scorn. These are emotional booby traps baited with pride and vengefulness. When we are tempted by the bait, we should train ourselves to step back and think. We can neither think nor act to good purpose until the habit of self-restraint has become automatic. 12 & 12 1. p. 90 2. p. 91 ******* Heard at AA Meeting You see, of course, I am extrovert! I am always thinking through my mouth! © AA Grapevine, Inc. 1944-2014 ******* ‘ALKIESPEAK’ I didn’t become an alcoholic because I drank too much. I drank too much because I’m an alcoholic. – Unknown origin. Quotes from the book ‘ALKIESPEAK’ by Andy A. of Australia Castlecrag, N.S.W. © 2003 ***************************************************** Forward to the First Edition, pages xiii-xiv: "We are not an organization in the conventional sense of the word. There are no fees or dues whatsoever; the only requirement for membership is an honest desire to stop drinking. We are not allied with any particular faith, sect or denomination, nor do we oppose anyone. We simply wish to be helpful to those who are afflicted.' The above writing is a partial prologue to the Twelve Traditions as we know them today. The long form was written by Bill Wilson, and first published in the April, 1946 Grapevine. However, Bill's keen awareness of the alcoholic personality led him to introduce them as "Twelve Points to Assure Our Future," avoiding the implication of rules or laws. He wrote an editorial for each point explaining its origin and why it was necessary. As plans were being laid for our first International Convention (July 28, 1950); Earl Treat, who helped establish AA in Chicago, suggested that these 'assurances' would benefit from being revised and shortened. Bill presented his 'Traditions idea' without actually reading either the long or the short form! However, the 3,000 attendees unanimously accepted the Twelve Traditions by a standing vote. At the next International Convention at St. Louis, July 1-3, 1955, Bill presented a resolution to the 3, 800 attendees which resolved that the General Service Conference become the Guardian of the Twelve Traditions. The Twelve Traditions were then officially ratified. They were finally published, both the long and short form, in the 1955 second edition of the Big Book. Bill then began a speaking tour of the country in attempt to develop a greater interest in the Twelve Traditions with little success. Here is an excerpt from a letter dated May 20, 1952 from Bill W to Fr Ed Dowling: "A few people think that the Traditions aren't covered with enough dignity – that posterity may not like them for that reason. However, we feel that we are writing for the information of alcoholics who ordinarily have no time to read anything much except as it concerns their own survival. Our idea is to publish the Twelve Steps and these Twelve Traditions in a small book to appear, I hope, by next fall. If we are able to do a fair job on the Steps that will be helpful and, published along with the Traditions, they may act as a bait for reading the latter. However, we'll see." So now you know the reason Bill wrote the 1953 book titled, "Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions" Bob S. PS – It is interesting, I think, to note that the phrase "honest desire to stop drinking" (found on page xiv above) was never included in either the long or short form of Twelve Traditions. This phrase, however, was included in the early Grapevine Preamble, but the word "honest" was removed in 1958. The Grapevine is a Conference Approved AA publication

KARMA

Good Morning!!! KARMA Around the Year with Emmet Fox July 1 Just as like attracts like, so like produces like. This is a cosmic law, which means that it is universally true throughout the whole of existence right up through the higher planes. As Jesus put it, you do not gather grapes from thorns or figs from thistles; and he also said, “Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit” Matthew 7:17 So, it is with our thoughts and words and deeds. As we sow so shall we reap, sometimes almost immediately, sometimes after a long interval. But always, sooner or later like produces like. Reincarnation also explains the differences in talents that we find between one man and another. The born musician is a man who has studied music in a previous life, perhaps in several lives, and has therefore built that faculty into his soul. He is a talented musician today because he is reaping what he sowed yesterday. In the East this law of sowing and reaping is known as karma and the term is a convenient one. Note carefully, however, that karma is not punishment. If you touch a red-hot stove, you will burn your finger. This will hurt you, but it is not punishment, only a benign and reformative consequence, for after one or two such experiences in childhood, you learn to keep your fingers away from hot iron. So, it is with all-natural retribution— you suffer because you have a lesson to learn.

Walking

1. If someone walks fast, they tend to have a strong sense of purpose. 2. Someone who hums or sings often might be feeling nervous or anxious. 3. If someone fakes a smile a lot, they could be battling inner struggles. 4. People who apologize often may value peace over pride. 5. If someone spends a lot of time alone, they either enjoy solitude or feel misunderstood. 6. Someone who finds it hard to say "no" likely craves acceptance.

Why Vitthal and Rukmini are separated?

Why Vitthal and Rukmini are separated? After the boon Pundrik asked (he asked Lord to stand in the same posture always for him as he loved this pose), Lord Vitthal remain as it is. When Rukmini ji asked what I will do, Lord told her to stand there only (which means a bit far as she was standing). Since then they are separately standing in this form of God.

OUR LONG SCHOOLING

Good Morning!!! OUR LONG SCHOOLING Around the Year with Emmet Fox June 30 Why is reincarnation necessary? Why do we come back for short excursions of perhaps seventy or eighty years instead of, let us say, living one very long lifetime of perhaps a thousand or even several thousand years? The explanation lies in man's reluctance to adopt new ideas and adapt himself to changing conditions. In each new experience however, he wants to do things in new ways, then as the years of his maturity go by, the strong race suggestions all around him gradually get their way. He begins to acquire vested interests (mentally) in the status quo. The only remedy, when crystallization sets in, is to remove him from the earth plane altogether; send him to the etheric planes for rest, reflection, assimilation, and general readjustment; and then bring him back once more as a baby, to experience a new youth and a new period of true spiritual production. There are other reasons why multiple lives are necessary. You need to develop every side of your character. You need to learn lessons of discipline and self-restraint, and you need to learn to use authority in the right way. You need to learn the lesson of getting on with other people, and you must also learn to be alone. You must learn to bear failure and disappointment with fortitude and you must learn to stand success without allowing your head to be turned. You have to learn both patience and the lesson of enterprise and adventure. Above all, you have to move about in time and space so that you may learn that nothing God made is really foreign or separate— and this could not be done in one lifetime. "Wherefore the law was our schoolmaster to bring us unto Christ . . ." Galatians 3:24

The Blade of Fate

The Blade of Fate For thirty years, King Aric of Valedorn had ruled with an unshakable belief. "Justice," he often declared, "must never hesitate." It was a principle that made him respected—and feared. His kingdom prospered because crime was punished swiftly, corruption was rooted out without mercy, and no noble stood above the law. Yet behind the magnificent walls of his palace lay a secret that even the king himself did not know. Years before he became king, Aric had fallen deeply in love with a village healer named Elina. They had planned to marry, but war erupted. Aric was called to the battlefield, believing he would return within weeks. Instead, the war lasted years. When he finally returned victorious, he learned that Elina had disappeared during a plague. The village had been abandoned, and everyone assumed she had died. Heartbroken, Aric buried his past and accepted an arranged marriage. His queen gave him no children, and after her death, he never remarried. Unknown to him, Elina had survived. Before fleeing the plague, she had given birth to a son. She named him Kael. Knowing enemies of the crown still searched for anyone connected to the young prince who had become a war hero, she hid the child's true identity. Kael grew up believing his father had died in battle before he was born. He inherited his mother's kindness and his father's courage. When Elina died years later, Kael was left only with a silver pendant bearing an unfamiliar royal crest. He never knew its meaning. At twenty-four, Kael became one of the kingdom's finest swordsmen. Unlike many warriors, he fought only to protect. He rescued travelers from bandits, defended villages from raiders, and refused rewards whenever possible. His reputation spread. People called him The Silver Falcon. Meanwhile, King Aric grew older. Though wise, he had become increasingly suspicious. A network of assassins known as the Crimson Circle had begun targeting nobles, judges, and military officers. No one knew their leader. Rumors described him as a masked warrior whose sword flashed like silver. Unfortunately, witnesses often confused the Silver Falcon with the mysterious assassin. The similarities were striking. Both fought with exceptional skill. Both wore grey cloaks. Both disappeared before soldiers arrived. King Aric ordered the captain of his guards. "Find this Silver Falcon." "If he is innocent, bring him alive." "If he resists..." The captain bowed. "...then kill him." The first twist came sooner than anyone expected. Kael himself began hunting the Crimson Circle after discovering they had murdered an old mentor. He unknowingly followed the same clues as the royal guards. Again and again, he arrived moments before them. Again and again, witnesses mistook him for the assassin fleeing the scene. Evidence mounted against him. Soon wanted posters bearing his likeness appeared throughout the kingdom. Kael became the most hunted man in Valedorn. One rainy evening, Kael rescued a frightened young woman from highway robbers. She introduced herself simply as Lysa. She claimed to be the daughter of a merchant. In truth, she was Princess Helena, King Aric's niece, traveling incognito to understand life beyond the palace. Neither revealed their true identity. They journeyed together. Friendship slowly became love. Lysa admired Kael's honesty. Kael admired her compassion. Neither imagined fate was weaving an impossible knot. Back in the capital, another twist unfolded. The king's chief adviser, Lord Garron, secretly led the Crimson Circle. Years earlier, he had orchestrated the disappearance of Elina. He had feared that any child she bore might one day challenge his influence over the throne. When he learned Kael still lived, he saw an opportunity. If Kael were blamed for every assassination, Garron could eliminate him while protecting his own conspiracy. He forged letters. Bribed witnesses. Manipulated investigations. Everything pointed toward Kael. At last, Kael uncovered the Crimson Circle's hidden fortress beneath abandoned mines. He fought through dozens of assassins and discovered records exposing Garron's crimes. Before he could escape, Garron set the fortress ablaze. Kael barely survived, clutching only a few scorched documents. He rode toward the capital. He intended to reveal everything to the king. But Garron moved first. He informed King Aric that the Silver Falcon planned to assassinate him during the annual Festival of Crowns. The king prepared an ambush. The festival filled the capital with music, banners, and celebration. Hidden among thousands of spectators, Kael searched desperately for a chance to present the documents. Instead, palace guards surrounded him. He fled through crowded streets. Not because he feared justice— But because no one would listen. The chase ended inside the ancient Hall of Kings. Only Kael and King Aric stood within. The great doors slammed shut behind them. "I have proof!" Kael shouted. King Aric drew his sword. "So every murderer claims." "I'm innocent." "You fled." "Because your guards wanted me dead." "You resisted arrest." "They attacked first." Neither man lowered his weapon. Neither truly wished to fight. But fear and misunderstanding had already taken command. Steel rang against steel. The duel echoed through the empty hall. Aric was astonished. The young man fought with remarkable discipline. Every movement felt strangely familiar. Where had he learned such techniques? Unknown to both, they shared the same instinct, the same footwork, the same sword style. Father and son mirrored one another without realizing why. Outside, Garron quietly barred the doors. No one would interrupt. He smiled. Whoever survived would serve his plans. The duel grew fiercer. Finally, Kael slipped on broken stone. Aric's blade struck. A fatal wound. The young warrior collapsed. The king rushed forward. "What have I done?" Kael coughed painfully. "The...documents..." He handed over the scorched papers. As Aric supported him, the silver pendant fell from Kael's neck. The king froze. He recognized it instantly. It had belonged to Elina. Only one had ever existed. His hands trembled. "Where...did you get this?" "My mother..." "What was her name?" "...Elina." The king's sword slipped from his grasp. His voice broke. "No..." Kael looked into his eyes. "You...knew her?" Aric could barely breathe. "I loved her." Silence. Then understanding arrived like lightning. Kael whispered, "My father...wasn't dead?" Tears streamed down the king's face. "I am your father." The words shattered both their worlds. Kael smiled sadly. "I searched...my whole life." "And I found you..." "...too late." He reached toward his father's face. Then his hand fell still. King Aric cried out in anguish that echoed across the palace. He had spent decades delivering justice. Now he had unknowingly killed the one person he had long believed lost forever. The kingdom mourned the mysterious warrior. Only a handful of people knew the truth. The king ordered a full investigation into the documents Kael had carried. The evidence was undeniable. Lord Garron was arrested while attempting to flee. His network of assassins collapsed. Before his execution, Garron laughed. "I never defeated you with armies." "I merely let a father kill his son." Those words haunted the king for years. Consumed by grief, Aric considered abandoning the throne. Instead, he chose another path. He transformed the Hall of Kings into a Court of Truth. No person would again be condemned on suspicion alone. Every accusation required independent evidence. Every prisoner received the right to defend themselves. Every investigation was reviewed by judges beyond political influence. The reforms became known as Kael's Law. People never forgot the reason behind them. Years later, workers restoring the burned mines uncovered another hidden chamber. Inside they found Elina's diary. Its final pages revealed one last surprise. She had never intended to hide Kael from his father forever. She had written countless letters to Aric. Every one of them had disappeared. The dates matched Garron's rise to power. He had intercepted every message. The tragedy had not been caused by fate alone. It had been carefully engineered. The revelation deepened the king's sorrow, but it also gave him clarity. Love had not failed. Trust had been betrayed. In his final years, King Aric visited Kael's grave every spring. He brought no royal guards. No crown. Only wildflowers—the same flowers Elina had once woven into her hair. One day, a young boy asked the old king why he always came alone. Aric answered quietly, "Because this is where I remember that even a king can make the greatest mistake when he judges before he listens." The boy looked at the simple stone. "Who lies here?" The old king smiled through tears. "My greatest loss." "My greatest teacher." "And the son I found only after I had already lost him." Long after King Aric was gone, travelers who visited Valedorn would see two statues standing side by side. One was of a king without a crown. The other was of a young swordsman lowering his blade. Beneath them were carved the words that every ruler learned before taking the throne: "Power without truth is blind. Judgment without understanding is tragedy."