Welcome To My Mandir of Lord Bhairava

I prefer my chosen Sanatan name Rajsamund;  for years now I have been told ,"You should ,You should' create your own web page. Recently I was spurned to action when I read the legalese of Microsofts "free" web services. I felt like getting out my old "Bill Gates VOO-DOO Doll" and activating that first.  I prefer to retain my copyrights to the content of my website thank you!    Most of my site will be dedicated to my extensive experience and practice,of different forms of yoga; hatha-,kryia-,raja-,tantra-, as well as many other prefixes to the term YOGA, which means Union and Balance.  It is also an Autobiographical self indulgence; which will at times include my musings on the futility of monotheistic pseudo-religous social systems, and why they cannot possibly bring about world peace(Unless everyone prefers Universal Eternal Peace).   Polytheism is the only rational solution, to the uniformity and sado-masochistic conformity demanded by monotheistic faiths.  As the Shiva, Linga,Agni, and Bagadvad Puranas state consistently and emphatically "FAITH IS FOR THE IGNORANT"   For fifty -two of my nearly fifty-six years of life in the United States, I was not included in the terms "WE THE PEOPLE" , but was treated as a de-facto felon because of the state enforced theology of Judeo-Christ-Lams Sodomy Statutes.  Created by them for the sole purpose of political and social blackmail!  I've followed the same philosophy  as the writer James Baldwin, who said" what you see is , what you get, I will not be Blackmailed!" , and have paid a heavy price for maintaining that Integrity. I think it is high time for a reversal of my fortunes.   

Frank Lloyd Wright once wrote " I have always been willing to do without the necesities in life, so long as I could have the luxuries"

1. above; original Bahirava Yantra Painting, by Rajsamund 2. below bronze depiction of the Muladahara Chakra, also referred to as The Brahama Yoni

The Muladahara Chakra, The four petaled lotus, or the root lotus, also referred to as the Brahma Yoni,reminds me of a true story in my life ,  a medical research doctor in embryology shared with me some of his research findings, in 1972.  The story has a direct bearing on the relationship between science, and the religous concept of the Mula Bija Mantra.  I was living at the time in Kensington Md. not far from the National Institues of Health campus across from Bethesda Naval Hospital.   Dr. L- was about six years older or more than his brother who was rooming with us in a group suburban house.  He just happened to attend one of the regular friday nite,"parties" ; when he found the noise too distubing, I invited him down to the basement  rec room which was my sole province.  After a brief but intellectually probing series of questions from him,the noise in the living room above promted him to ask me to drive him home, which I proceeded to do. He rented  suite of rooms ,in a house on Wisconsin Ave., across From The Chevy Chase Country Club.  The rooms reminded me, of the later set design for Sally Boles ,suite of rooms ,in the Movie CABARET.  The perfect setting for an acetic ,long haired ,bearded,semi-unkempt ,Jewish , humanistic ,  intellectual.  After the customary liturgy of HIPPIE SMOKE, common at the time, I must have said something poigniantly philosophical,about birth ,life, death,and infinity.  It provoked him enough to immediatly get up put on his coat ,and say ," take me to N.I.H. ,there is something there that I have to show you, that no one else at that party could possibly understand but you!" I said "I'm game let's go".  I drove us the short distance with this ponderous silence of anticipation, between us.  At 2;30 A.M. he ordered me to park in one of the permit authorized parking spaces, at the central entrance to, N.I.H. Headquarters.  As we gingerly went up the front steps , he flashed his badge ,to the guard at the door , pionted at me and said ,he is my assistant tonite, the guard exchanged pleasantries ,as Dr. L- signed in.  We then proceeded to the elevators and got in ; he pressed five or six buttons below lobby level.  We were going down.  At each level the doors would open; and each time I almost stepped off the elevator.  There before me was a vast array, of mainframe computers, not a person in sight, from end to end on each floor.   When we arrived at the lowest level,  he got off and motioned me"come on, this is it !"  and I followed him down the central  path thru the mainfraims to a door that led to a small theatre like room with a twenty inch picture tube on the dias ,  he motioned to me to sit,down , and listen while he activated the computer to project his work, on the screen.   " I  work with newt embryos but the same principle applies to any group of fertilized cells."   The picture on the screen came on ,and the process of cellular multiplication and division into a large ball of cells, was speeded up, as he adjusted the commands at the keyboard behind me.  Then in a split second , there was , a shift in the ball of cells , from pure symmetry to an asymetrical crecent shape ;   He exclaimed "You see that ,You see that!"  ; Yes I do ,I replied.   Excitedly he said" let me replay that sequence again"   After a few moments on the keyboard ; it replayed and stopped just as the cells had become asymetrically a crecent form.  He arose from the keyboard went over to the monitor and said " one end will become the head and the other end of the cells that emerged from that end will become the ass."  "Do you know what this means, do you?"  I replied " yes, I'm afraid I do." in my usual pensive manner.  " That means ," he proclaimed in a solomn air " we all start out the same way, with our head up our ass!"  I replied "so much for another argument about social equality!"   He replied , "Why do you think I had to get away from that party?!"   As he returned to the keyboard behind me to shut the computer down for the night , I leaned over the rail as he was standing there making the last entries, and asked "...  And how much of the Taxpayers money have you spent to arrive at this most brilliant scientific conclusion?"  his shoulders, previously at military attention, immediately slumped, he slowly bowed his head and said to me rather sheepishly, "I don't think you really want to know!"