Yakshini

Hatha yogis and Jung also say that a persons existence, their memories, especially their ethnic memories, lie for centuries in the depths of their subconscious, like a layered rock. Then, suddenly, a moment comes when the rock cracks, something roars out, and, breaking through the banks and marshes, sweeps away all past and future. What remains is a vivid present, and if someone stands with their feet and mind fixed on it, their drop becomes an ocean, meaning their consciousness becomes unfathomable. How can I know Ram through my eyes? I simply gathered what I had read, heard, and experienced, and gave a metaphor to what I understood. But after reading Yakshini, it seems that our Dr. Vinay has truly undergone a vast experience of self-realization. Of the twelve archetypes Jung speaks ofwarrior, lover, ascetic, service-skilled, adventurer, magician, jester, planner, seer, simpleton, rebel, etc.his archetype, lover, ascetic, and rebel, must have been formed by a mixture of all threeas often happens with creators. A thin narrative reveals three main charactersthe queen, her attendant Yakshini, and the sculptor who had come to decorate the queens garden with various statues. Knowingly or unknowingly, willingly or unwillingly, the image of the Yakshini seeped into his inner recesses, engraving her statue on the largest stone. The jealous queens sword severed one of his hands, but centuries later, when his memories were awakened in the ruined statue, the conscious self-surrender of eighty-five men surged forth. Its concentration, swiftness, and picturesqueness are striking in D.H. It reminds me of Lawrences unbroken gravity of Man-Woman-Cosmos, the impulse of which is seen flowing gurglingly in some of the longer Hindi poems (such as Urvashi, Kanupriya, M, Bagh, etc.). Anamika.