From the Editor’s Desk

Say not the struggle naught availeth.

Clough

We are living in the midst of struggle. Life is not something static. It is a dynamic force – a force that is struggling to manifest itself in so many forms of different designs on different strata of existence, from the lowest to the highest, from rocks and minerals to men and the supermen.

Life clothed in matter on the earth-plane, tries to free itself from various enshrouding sheaths in which it is encased, the two being entirely disparate in nature – the one non-material and other purely material. This is the perpetual struggle between the two and goes on until the life-spirit is able completely to detach itself from the human mould, the highest rung in the ladder of existence. This is the Eternal Dance of Shiva as symbolised in the scriptures – the dance between life and death, governed as it is by the law of karma – as you sow, so shall ye reap.

Perfection is the highest end in life, an all-round perfection, a harmonious perfection of the body, mind and spirit. Sound mind in a sound body is a well known adage. We must develop in all our parts so as to become an undivided whole. As at present we are so to say leading a split life – a life of the divided self. This is a state of schizophrenia in which there is hardly any connection between thoughts, feelings and actions, for we think, feel and act differently with no coherence in between.

This chaotic state of existence between body, mind and intellect running independent of each other has been brought about by our own self. We alone are responsible for this deadly malaise. But there is nothing to be despaired of. It is not irremediable. What we have done can be undone? It is difficult to conquer nature, but it has got to be conquered and must be conquered. The process may be long and arduous and the struggle an uphill task. But with patient perseverance one can steadily climb up. There is no go without climbing to the top.

The root cause of all this ill is that the moving and inspiring spirit behind the body, the mind and intellect, though potentially vital, nay the very life-breath, has by constant association with its material adjuncts through ages past, forgotten her native elan or dash and come to identify itself with its own instruments instead of being the managing director to will, to direct, to supervise and to control the working agents, designed to serve the protege of the royal blue blood. This then is the gigantic struggle which the soul has to wage relentlessly against the rebellious bodily folks, the senses and the mind, so as to win back the royal heritage – the Godhood. Prima facie, it is an unequal struggle against heavy odds powerfully entrenched. They cannot be easily dislodged from the vantage ground that they have come to occupy, but if one who has already disarmed them and become a master in his own right, comes to the rescue, the soul can still be salvaged and restored to the Kingdom that has been lost through default and negligence.