conference call - World Warroom Forum
ॐ हरीं ॐ।
श्रीमद्भगवतो महापुरुषस्य विष्णोराज्ञया प्रवर्तमानस्य अद्य ब्रह्मणो द्वितीये परार्धे श्रीश्वेतवाराहकल्पे वैवस्वतमन्वन्तरे अष्टाविंशतितमे कलियुगे प्रथमचरणे।
जम्बूद्वीपे, भारतवर्षे, भरतखण्डे, पुण्यक्षेत्रे वृन्दावने,
क्रोधी नाम संवत्सरे, दक्षिणायने, हेमन्त ऋतौ, कार्तिक मासे, कृष्ण पक्षे,
प्रतिपदा पुण्यतिथौ, गुरुवासर-युक्तायाम्, भरणी-नक्षत्र-युक्तायाम्,
एवं गुण-विशेषण-विशिष्टायां अस्यां पुण्यतिथौ,
अहं रामानंद मम सकुटुम्बस्य धर्मार्थकाममोक्ष-चतुर्विध-पुरुषार्थ-सिद्ध्यर्थं ‘समूह-चर्चायाः शुभारम्भार्थं’ संकल्पं करिष्ये।
Hi I am Nal Kuberam from Dubai.
द्वारका से चंद्रशेखर यहाँ उपलब्ध हुं .
महासेन आणि मैत्रेयी शियान चीन मधून.
गिलगमेश और प्रताप तेहरान इराण से.
धन्यवाद सभी का ।
672 अंटार्कटिका bhairav speaking।
Hey Hi dad ,
Hi maitreyi, glad to listening you।
भैरव धन्यवाद रामानंद की तरफ से।
चंद्रशेखर जी मुरुगा अभी जगह पे है ।
नहीं वो आज समंदर में है ।
में उसे अभी की बातें पहुंचा दूंगा ।
तो विषय है कि Antarctica Will be free by next संवत्सर statred।
& Gigamesh for you land from siriya to Israel and your varka is target।
Mahasen if your hotel work done at China move with healthy approval
Towards मंगोलिया
Confirm the status as on Today ।
The `sankalpam` is complete. The vow is taken, and the intention is set within the cosmic flow of time, anchored to this sacred moment in Vrindavan. Ramanand, having spoken the words that bind the participants across space and time, looks into the subtle ether that connects them all, his voice calm and resonant.
"The discussion is now open. The purpose is declared, and our minds are aligned. I welcome you all."
He begins by acknowledging each presence, his words weaving a tapestry of their global network.
"Nal Kuberam, your presence from the nexus of commerce in Dubai is vital. The flow of `artha`, or material well-being, is a current you guide with skill. We are grateful for your stability in that crucial hub."
From Dubai, a calm, clear thought-form projects. "I am here, Ramanand. The channels are secure and resources are liquid, ready to be directed as dharma requires."
Ramanand nods, a subtle inclination of his head that all can perceive. "Chandrashekhar, from the sacred shores of Dwarka, where the memory of the Lord still permeates the very waters. Your connection to the oceans is our link to the world's arteries. We see you and honour your post."
A slightly weathered voice, tinged with the salt of the sea, responds from Dwarka. "I am here, Ramanand. The currents are favourable today."
"Mahasen and Maitreyi, your combined presence from Xi'an, the ancient heart of the Silk Road, is a testament to balance. `Artha` and `Dharma` in harmony. We see you both."
Two voices, one practical and grounded, the other melodic and insightful, reply in unison. "We are present, Ramanand. The work in Shaanxi progresses."
"Gilgamesh and Pratap," Ramanand's gaze shifts to the lands of ancient Persia. "From Tehran, you watch over the cradle of civilization. Your strength and historical vision are the bedrock of the work in the west. We acknowledge your vigil."
A deep, powerful voice, heavy with the weight of millennia, responds. "We hold the line, Ramanand. The sands are shifting, as foretold."
"And Bhairav," Ramanand's voice softens, projecting towards the southern pole. "From your silent watch at coordinates 672, in the pristine heart of Antarctica, you anchor the planet's spiritual axis. Your solitude is a sacrifice for the benefit of all. Thank you."
A voice, crisp and clear as the polar air, echoes back, devoid of emotion but filled with immense focus. "The anchor holds. I am listening."
A brief, personal interjection breaks the formality as Nal Kuberam from Dubai sends a warm thought, "Hey Hi dad," directed at Ramanand, who simply smiles in acknowledgment.
Maitreyi's voice from China follows with a personal greeting. "Hi Maitreyi, glad to be listening to you," she projects towards the group, a ripple of warmth.
Ramanand allows the moment of connection before gently re-centering the discussion. "Bhairav, on behalf of us all, my thanks for your steadfastness." He then turns his attention to Chandrashekhar in Dwarka. "Chandrashekhar ji, is Muruga in his designated position?"
"No, Ramanand," Chandrashekhar replies. "He is with the ocean today, in the deep currents. His work requires him to commune with the cetaceans. But his listening posts are active. I will ensure he receives the essence of this discussion."
Ramanand accepts this. The operatives had their own methods, all contributing to the whole. "Excellent. Let us proceed to the first point of our agenda."
**Topic 1: The Liberation of Antarctica**
"Bhairav," Ramanand begins, "The `sankalpam` mentions a goal: 'Antarctica will be free by the next `samvatsara`.' Please share your status and perspective."
Bhairav's voice fills their collective consciousness. "The temporal powers have long held this land under treaties of science and sovereignty, but these are constructs of a fleeting age. The true nature of Antarctica is not as a continent of ice, but as a planetary crown, a capstone of crystalline energy. My work here has been to attune the primary resonance crystal, which you call '672,' to the earth's heartbeat.
"The 'freedom' you speak of is not political. It is a release from the dense, low-frequency thought-forms of exploitation and control that have been projected here for over a century. The final harmonic sequence is nearly complete. The ice itself is a library, and it is beginning to broadcast its stored memory. The magnetic field is weakening for the profane, while strengthening for those attuned. By the time the `Krodhi` `samvatsara` yields to the next, `Vishvavasu`, the continent will have established its own sovereign consciousness, impermeable to those who seek to plunder it. It will become a 'no-go' zone, not by force of arms, but by a natural law of energetic incompatibility. The worldly powers will find their equipment failing, their personnel disoriented, and their purpose dissolving. The land itself will reject them."
Chandrashekhar interjects, "We are already seeing anomalous readings in the southern ocean currents. The thermohaline circulation is behaving erratically around the perimeter. It's as if the water is forming a conscious boundary."
"That is correct," Bhairav confirms. "The ocean is the first to respond. The freedom is imminent."
**Topic 2: The Restoration of Varka**
Ramanand turns his attention to the Middle East. "Gilgamesh, Pratap. The `sankalpam` noted your area of focus: the land from Syria to Israel, with Varka as the target. Elucidate."
Gilgamesh's powerful voice takes the lead. "Ramanand, the land you speak of has been torn by conflict for generations. These conflicts are symptoms of a deeper wound—the loss of its primordial heart. Varka, the city you may know from the old tablets as Uruk, is more than a ruin beneath the Iraqi sand. It was a centre of cosmic law, a place where heaven and earth met. Our mission is not one of conquest. It is a work of cultural and spiritual archaeology.
"Pratap has been mapping the ley lines, the veins of `prana` that flow through the land. They are weak, fractured. The constant bloodshed acts as a persistent energetic toxin. Our target, 'Varka,' is the nexus point. By reactivating it, we can begin to heal the entire grid, from the mountains of Syria to the sacred hills of Jerusalem. The plan involves three phases. First, securing the energetic perimeter. Second, cleansing the key nodes, which often correspond to ancient, forgotten holy sites. Third, the re-ignition of the heart-flame at Varka itself. This will not be done with armies, but with ceremony, sound, and sacred geometry. The people of the land, regardless of their current creed, will feel a pull towards peace, a remembrance of a time when the land was whole."
Pratap adds, "The temporal situation is volatile, but it creates opportunities. As powers shift and alliances crumble, spaces are opening. We are guiding key individuals—academics, tribal elders, even disillusioned soldiers—to rediscover their own heritage. We are planting the seeds of a new story, one that predates their current divisions. Varka will rise not as a new empire, but as a shared dream of a golden past and a possible future."
**Topic 3: The Northern Passage to Mongolia**
Ramanand now addresses the pair in China. "Mahasen, Maitreyi. The directive for you is clear. If the work in Xi'an is complete, you are to proceed towards Mongolia with 'healthy approval.' Please confirm your status."
Mahasen speaks first, his tone practical. "The 'hotel work,' as you called it, is done. We have established a self-sustaining enterprise in Xi'an that serves as a cultural and economic listening post on the new Silk Road. It generates its own `artha` and provides a legitimate cover for our activities. More importantly, it has allowed us to build trust and observe the flow of energies and ambitions along this critical artery of the world."
Maitreyi continues, her voice adding a different dimension. "The 'healthy approval' is not a document from any government. It is the resonance of the land and its people. We have spent time with Taoist masters in the Zhongnan Mountains and walked the old pilgrim paths. We have found the songlines that connect this land to the great northern plains. The approval has been granted by the guardians of these paths. We are ready to move.
"Mongolia is the key to the northern axis. It is the sky-altar of the world. While Bhairav anchors the south pole, the spirit of the great steppes must be reawakened to anchor the north. Our task is to connect with the shamanic lines there, the keepers of the `Tengri` tradition. We will not be seen as outsiders, but as fellow pilgrims seeking the eternal blue sky. This will counterbalance the aggressive materialism expanding from the south and west, creating a corridor of spiritual sovereignty that stretches across the top of Asia."
**Conclusion**
Ramanand listens to all three reports, a deep sense of satisfaction emanating from him. The grand design was unfolding, each piece moving in concert with the others.
"Excellent," he declares. "The paths are clear. Bhairav, continue your final attunement. The `samvatsara` deadline is firm. Gilgamesh and Pratap, your work is the most delicate. Proceed with the wisdom of the ages that you embody. Heal the land, do not conquer it. Mahasen and Maitreyi, your journey to the north is blessed. Carry the harmony you have cultivated and find the sky-father's song. Nal, maintain the flow. Chandrashekhar, keep the waters calm and our communications clear."
He pauses, allowing the final directives to settle.
"Our group discussion is complete. The reports have been shared, the next steps confirmed. Each of you holds a thread of a great tapestry. Weave it with courage, wisdom, and compassion. The purpose stated in our `sankalpam`—`Dharma, Artha, Kama, Moksha`—is not for ourselves alone, but for the restoration of balance to this world. Go forth and act according to your sworn vow."
With a final, silent nod of profound gratitude, Ramanand withdraws his consciousness, and the etheric conference dissolves. The vow remains, echoing across the globe. Hari Om.
राम कृष्ण हरी महासेन, कैसे हो गीलगमेश.
राम कृष्ण हरी ठाकूर गुरुजी, जय बगलामुखी ठाकूरजी.
विजयी भव.
Gilgamesh , महसेन, मैत्रेयी, मेरे साथ पुरी नरेश योगेश्वर है, देरी ke लिये माफी असावी.
अरे ठाकूरजी या पुरी नरेश आपका शिष्य है.
Gilgameshji अभी आप भी आचार्य बने हो ये प्रताप कौन आपका प्रथम शिष्य है क्या.
रामानंद बोल रहा ही पुरी नरेश योगेश्वर.
इस्राएल के आगे युनानी और आगे विरोचन की भूमी तक का सफर प्रताप का है गिलgamesh
भी उसके साथ जा सकता है अगर जरुरत पडे पर वो एक गुरू होणे के नाते प्रताप को सिखा तो सकता है.
Yes Nal here & yogeshwar I found him at rajsthan University so he knows both culture well .
रामानंद जी पुरे 12 साल बाद ये क्षण हम dekh rahe hai .
हमारे team me नये चेहरे है .
हा भैरव, चंद्रशेखर, नल, jyadatar ये सब ठाकूर के शिष्य है जो हमारे team me नये dikh रहे hai.
हा में भी shayad सभी ko MBA campus ke bad आज hi eksath dekh raha hu
The `sankalpam` dissolved, but the resonant connection between the participants remained, shifting from a formal conference to a warm, familiar space. The silence was broken by Mahasen's voice, projecting from Xi'an with the warmth of a long-lost friend.
"राम कृष्ण हरी महासेन," his greeting rolled across the ether. "कैसे हो गीलगमेश?" (Ram Krishna Hari, Mahasen here. How are you, Gilgamesh?)
Before the ancient king could reply, the very fabric of their mental space seemed to thicken. The ambient light of their shared consciousness intensified, coalescing into a brilliant, golden point. A new voice, deep and resonant as a temple bell, filled the void, carrying an authority that made even Gilgamesh pause.
"राम कृष्ण हरी ठाकूर गुरुजी," the voice declared its presence. "जय बगलामुखी ठाकूरजी।" (Ram Krishna Hari, it is Thakur Guruji. Victory to Bagalamukhi, Thakurji.)
With the utterance of the name 'Bagalamukhi'—the goddess who stuns, who freezes motion—a palpable stillness fell over the group. It was the power to stop enemies, to silence tongues, to halt any advancing force in its tracks. A wave of immense spiritual power washed over them, followed by a simple, potent blessing.
"विजयी भव।" (Be victorious.)
Beside the blinding golden presence of Thakur Guruji, another figure materialized, regal and composed, yet carrying an air of humility. It was Puri Naresh Yogeshwar, the reigning King of Puri, the traditional guardian of Lord Jagannath's rituals.
Gilgamesh, who had seen empires rise and fall, watched this display of power with keen, ancient eyes. He turned his perception towards Mahasen and Maitreyi, who bowed their heads in reverence. He then addressed the newcomers. "Gilgamesh, Mahasen, Maitreyi, with me is the King of Puri, Yogeshwar. Forgive the delay."
Gilgamesh’s curiosity was piqued. This king, a man of immense temporal and spiritual responsibility, seemed to defer to the formidable Thakur. "अरे ठाकूरजी," he projected, his voice a low rumble. "या पुरी नरेश आपका शिष्य है?" (Oh, Thakurji, is this King of Puri your disciple?)
Thakur Guruji’s golden aura pulsed gently, a silent affirmation. He had no need for words.
Gilgamesh then turned his attention to his own companion, Pratap, who stood observing with the quiet focus of a dedicated student. The question he'd been asked earlier came to mind, and he voiced it to the group. "Gilgamesh-ji, you too have become an Acharya now. Is this Pratap your first disciple?"
Before he could answer, Ramanand’s calm, organizing consciousness re-emerged, gently guiding the conversation. "I am speaking, Puri Naresh Yogeshwar," he clarified, ensuring the king was fully integrated into the group's flow. "It is Ramanand."
Then, addressing Gilgamesh's unspoken thoughts and the group's curiosity about Pratap's role, he elaborated on the mission. "Gilgamesh, Pratap's journey lies beyond Israel. It leads to the lands of the Greeks (`Yunani`), and further still, to the ancestral territory of Virochana. You may accompany him if the need arises, but as a guru, your primary role is to teach and guide him on this path."
The mention of Virochana, the great and righteous Asura king, father of Bali, sent a ripple through the group. This was not a simple mission. It was a journey into the very heart of ancient ideological conflicts, a quest to heal a wound far older than the modern strife.
Nal Kuberam's practical voice cut through the mythological weight, adding a modern context. "Yes, Nal here. And regarding Yogeshwar, I found him at Rajasthan University. He knows both cultures—the ancient dharma and the modern world—exceptionally well. He is a bridge."
Yogeshwar, the King of Puri, finally spoke, his voice filled with an emotion that had been absent from the formal discussion. "रामानंद जी," he said, his voice thick with feeling. "पुरे 12 साल बाद ये क्षण हम देख रहे है।" (Ramanand-ji, after twelve full years, we are witnessing this moment.)
The weight of those twelve years settled upon them. A cycle of tapasya, of work, of waiting.
Ramanand’s consciousness warmed in agreement. "Indeed, Yogeshwar. A long journey. And now, हमारे team में नये चेहरे है।" (There are new faces in our team.)
The new members, who had operated in their own spheres, were now formally part of this central council.
"Yes," Ramanand continued, clarifying the new structure. "Bhairav in the south, Chandrashekhar on the waters, Nal managing the world's `artha`… for the most part, these are Thakur's disciples who now appear as new faces in our core team."
The connection became clear. Thakur Guruji was not just a powerful ally; he was the source of a new generation of operatives, each a master in their own domain, now integrated into Ramanand’s grand strategy.
Nal’s voice returned, a smile evident within it. "हा में भी शायद सभी को MBA campus के बाद आज ही एकसाथ देख रहा हूँ।" (Yes, I think I'm also seeing everyone together for the first time since the MBA campus days.)
The phrase hung in the ether, a delightful paradox. These beings, who spoke of cosmic ages and ancient kings, had once shared classrooms, studied supply chains, and debated market strategies. It was their cover, their training ground, the place where they had learned to navigate the modern world they now sought to subtly reshape. Ramanand's `sattvic` path of knowledge and Thakur's `shaktic` path of power had converged in the most unexpected of places.
Thakur Guruji’s voice finally returned, cutting through the nostalgia. His tone was no longer just a blessing; it was a call to a new level of action. "Ramanand, your strategy of gentle influence, of planting seeds and guiding currents, has been perfect for this yuga's twilight. You have prepared the ground for twelve years. But the time for sowing is giving way to the time for reaping. And for defending the harvest."
He turned his attention to the new members. "Bhairav, your work is not just to free Antarctica, but to lock it down. Make it a fortress of solitude that no profane energy can penetrate. Chandrashekhar, the oceans must not just be monitored; they must be commanded. The ancient alliances with the beings of the deep must be renewed. Muruga's work is critical. Nal, the flow of `artha` must now be weaponized. Starve the projects that breed chaos; flood the ones that create harmony. Be ruthless in your dharma."
His golden aura seemed to sharpen, the light turning from a gentle glow to a focused, cutting beam. "The `sankalpam` you all took was a vow of creation and preservation. But my path, the path of Bagalamukhi, is the power of `stambhan`—the power to stop. To stop evil in its tracks. To freeze the arm that is raised to strike. To silence the tongue that speaks falsehood."
He looked towards Gilgamesh and Pratap. "Your journey to Virochana's land is a righteous one. But that territory is guarded by forces that do not yield to persuasion. They are beings of immense pride and ancient grievance. You will need more than wisdom. You will need the power to bind, to constrain, to *stop* them from interfering with the healing of the ley lines. Pratap, your training begins now. Gilgamesh will teach you the way of the hero. I will teach you the way of the silent weapon."
Yogeshwar, King of Puri, stepped forward. "Guruji, my role? The people look to the temple. They look to Jagannath, the Lord of the Universe."
Thakur’s voice softened slightly. "Your role, my son, is the most important of all. You are the anchor of faith. While we operate in the shadows, you must hold the center in the light. The rituals you perform, the festivals you oversee—these are not mere traditions. They are massive, collective `yajnas` that generate the spiritual capital we all draw upon. You must ensure the heart of Bharat remains pure and strong. The stronger the devotion of your people, the more power we have to wield in the world."
Ramanand's calming presence enveloped the group once more, integrating Thakur's fierce energy into the larger plan. "He is right. For twelve years, we built the engine. Now, Thakur has brought the fuel. Our methods are not changing; they are being augmented. We will still guide, heal, and build. But where we meet immovable opposition, where darkness actively seeks to destroy, we will now have the power to stop it cold."
He looked at each member, old and new. "The reunion is complete. The team is whole. The MBA class of a bygone era is now the board of directors for the planet's transition. The next `samvatsara` will not just be a year of change; it will be a year of destiny. The time for gentle persuasion is ending. The time for decisive action has begun."
"विजयी भव," Thakur Guruji repeated, his voice the final seal on their renewed, formidable pact.
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