What every President knows

Dvapra yuga ... role of the dice.

I know I am real because I exist.
There are structure and purpose to the mountains and the seas.
There are seven seas some are cold and some are warm.
The wind blows warm and cold from the four corners of the world.
Krita held these realities in her first consciousness.

Krita walked down the street in her second awareness.
It was white and blue with the extended wings of an eagle and the body of a horse.
She knew this was real from its shastra. ..
Krita whistled up and flew above the brilliant night lights of the city.

"I have a shaft inside me" she exclaimed as she flew higher.
Krita arched her back to feel the wind on her breasts. ..
With a pelvic thrust, the shaft slid deeper into her with the rhythm of her beating wings.
"How shall the die be cast? Six for Veda or five for Kali?" Krita laughed.
The Goddess knew that all paths lead to Nervana.

Reflections~Who created god?

Vertago
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