The Ballad of Mira Mai

By Sach Dev

Ninth Plane Spiritual Adept Mira Mai, together with eight Interstellar Warriors who have freed themselves from the endless cycle of birth and death, create an OCTAGON, an intensely powerful helix of concentrated energy that collapses time and space as we know it. Eons of time, ages of time, millions and millions of years of normal evolutionary time are bypassed in an instant. Her mission is spiritual freedom, to finally bring everyone, everywhere all the way back home at last.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Nov 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781452583501

Sach Dev

The author, Sach Dev, preferring anonymity, enjoys a simple existence in Northern California with his beloved wife, Regina.

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THE BALLAD OF

MIRA MAI

SACH DEV

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Copyright © 2013 Sach Dev.

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Balboa Press rev. date: 11/21/2013

Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter One

The Indian Life

Chapter Two

The Nothing People

Chapter Three

Cry Of The Jaguar

Chapter Four

Regina Maria

Chapter Five

The Lovers

Chapter Six

Spirit Flight

Chapter Seven

How The Nadas Lost Their Soul

Chapter Eight

The Champions Of Women

Chapter Nine

Extraordinary People

Chapter Ten

Casa Hari

Chapter Eleven

The Gates Of Hell

Chapter Twelve

Players

Chapter Thirteen

Mira Mai

Chapter Fourteen

A Living Miracle

Chapter Fifteen

Initiation

Chapter Sixteen

The Octagon

Chapter Seventeen

Kwaja Hafiz

Chapter Eighteen

Wiser, Perhaps

Chapter Nineteen

The Call Of Bank Nal

Chapter Twenty

The Red Sky Of Trikuti

Chapter Twenty-One

The Samadhi Club

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lifetime 108

Chapter Twenty-Three

The Redeemer Of Broken Hearts

Chapter Twenty-Four

Daswan Dwar

Chapter Twenty-Five

The Persian Goddess Of Fire

Chapter Twenty-Six

The Gift Of Freedom

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Bhanwar Gupha

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The Home Of Maria

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Sat Purusha

Chapter Thirty

Maha Pralaya

Chapter Thirty-One

The Heart Of Love

Chapter Thirty-Two

The Celestial Express Of Mother Divine

Chapter Thirty-Three

The Magical Life

Introduction

E merging from within the great cosmic deep, the eternal now, the timeless time, a Parallel Universe, perhaps, comes forth a tale so extraordinary and amazing that words can only hint at the miracle, at the indescribable, inconceivable and incomprehensible glory of Mira Mai, an incarnation of the Highest of High.

Our story begins in the realm of Universal Mind, on an inner world far beyond the Physical Earth, in the mystical region of Trikuti, past the Red Four Petaled Lotus of Brahm, upon a beautiful water planet with myriads of islands cast across the oceans adorned with magnificent castles and palaces inhabited by worshipping devotees of every system of Illumination known. There, set upon a high mountain plateau between two great peaks overlooking the sea, stood the Spiritual Hermitage of the Mystic Adept, Abu Shara.

On this silent moonlit night, only the subtle symphony of the spinning spheres could be heard. Otherworldly strains of stringed instruments, kiringi and sarangi, and the eternal reverberations of OM keeping time. The Master sat cross-legged aside the sacred pool, a small group of disciples before him, motionless in meditation. Mystic love, thick and deep, permeated the atmosphere. Waves of Spirit penetrated the hearts and minds of the devotees. An aura of golden white settled over the group like an ethereal mist of shimmering light in the darkness of night.

His beloved disciple, Sach Dev, the great poet of Mother Divine, had been selected from On High to become a member of the Octagon of Mira Mai. Though he would miss him dearly, this was the greatest honor conceivable. These were their last few moments together, as soon Sach Dev would leave for the Realm of Pind, the Physical Universe, to take birth on Earth and eventually meet Mira Mai.

Before now, the Octagon had only been legend, the remotest of all possibilities. But now, she was actually evoking it. Amazing! The Spiritual Ocean of Light Divine was descending into the depths of Pind to mercifully end the lonely night of Space and Time.

CHAPTER ONE

The Indian Life

A mazon Shaman, Itari Itau, gazed intently upwards at the great canopy of stars glistening in the heat of the clear summer night, although distant echos of thunder announced approaching changes. The conjunction of the red and green planets with the full moon told him a great Warrior would soon be among them. Bowing his head in reverence, a jagged spear of lightening split the sky. Suddenly, a strong wind enshrouded the moon in clouds and rain began falling in the ever thirsty rainforest of northern Brazil. A blinding flash of lightening exploded directly overhead as the rain became a torrent. Itari Itau, wise Shaman of the Moxiteteu tribe, recognized the signs. He would welcome his son, Mikala, as foreseen, in the midst of thunder and lightening, tonight.

Mikala, entered the dream world, Earth, in the Region of Pind, the Physical Realm of the Universe. His consciousness was submerged into the thick, blinding fog of Maya, the grand illusion of space and time.

Mikala was born not fully asleep and not fully awake. Even great warriors see not beyond the veil at birth. Though born into the separated state, memories of Union remained fresh in his mind.

As a child, Mikala would spend hours sitting cross-legged in meditation, seeking the sun, the moon and the stars within. But as the days and weeks became months and years, the spiritual memories faded and dimmed. As the programs and beliefs of separation thickened the veil, he saw through the eyes of an individual, unique and apart, seeking to understand the great mystery, the grand enigma of life.

As a boy growing up in the jungle, he possessed an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Awed by nature’s beauty and abundance, he was one with the jungle, living in harmony with the other creatures, the plants and the trees, the rivers and streams.

Itari Itau taught his young apprentice of the gifts of life. Each and every tree, plant and flower of the jungle, and every creature too, had a special gift to give. Medicinal and magical, the Shaman taught him all. And since Itari Itau lived as he spoke, his son learned well.

Itari Itau and his beloved wife, Mata Amari, lived harmoniously with the jungle. Along with their son Mikala, they had three beautiful daughters, Rishal, Sital and Manna. They were much loved and respected by the community as healers and as voices of wisdom and understanding.

Mata Amari taught her children to love and honor all living things. She taught them that in order to know and understand the great dance of life, they must surrender to the rhythm of Nature. She taught them never to resist or attempt to control the natural rhythm. That Creation was the dance of opposites; life and death, day and night, and male and female in perfect harmony and balance. Within the great rhythm, all their needs were fulfilled. Just as bees had flowers and birds had trees, all the needs of all the creatures in harmony with the dance of life were met. Misery and frustration were the result of resisting and attempting to control the natural flow.

Life in the Tribal Community was idyllic. Young Mikala cared deeply for his mother and sisters, and him they adored. He was taller, stronger and wiser than his peers. He spent his days in the jungle with his father, learning the ways of the hunter and warrior. By age twelve he had already earned feathers as a Tracker and Stalker. And by the age of sixteen he was deemed a Warrior of the Moxiteteu and a Protector of the Way.

A skilled marksman with bow and arrow, he was undefeated in the wrestling competitions. The knowing eyes of the elders saw a young man of destiny. The combination of proud warrior with a kind and loving heart was auspicious. Tall, strong, handsome and kind were qualities that did not go unnoticed by the young women of the community either. They saw him as a true warrior with a purpose, a hero, a woman’s ideal.

Mikala’s thirst for knowledge was insatiable. He imbibed the ways of the Shaman imparted by his father. He absorbed the knowledge of the jungle, the secrets of the creatures, the trees, the plants and rivers all. He felt enchanted by the great mystery of existence. Alert and eager, Mikala’s spirit was happy. His heart was open. Life in balance with the play of nature was a wondrous adventure.

CHAPTER TWO

The Nothing People

T hey were known as the Nothing People because they didn’t really see. They walked about with their heads in a fog. When they spoke to each other their eyes didn’t meet but looked away. Neither in harmony with the jungle or themselves, they were angry and dangerous. They were the enemies of the rainforest, the killers of sacred trees.

As the Nothing People, or Nadas, encroached further into the native peoples territories, cutting down the rainforest as they went, the native people moved further and further into the jungle depths. But the march of the Nadas was relentless. Uncaring of wildlife, they harvested the best trees, the very essence of the forest, disrespecting and destroying everything in their path.

The way of the Nadas was painful to the hearts of the forest people. It was hard to look them in the eye and impossible to understand them. The Nadas were mad. Tribes that resisted were wiped out. Nothing stopped them. Itari Itau explained to his son that the hearts of the Nadas were insane with fear. They hurt others because they are afraid of hurt themselves.

The rainforest Shaman counseled his son that his ancestors didn’t know the cure for this disease. Perhaps the present generation would discover the answer for this ailment. A warrior must remain focused and optimistic, especially in the face of this onslaught.

Tribes who didn’t resist but stayed in the midst of the Nadas soon became infected with the disease. It was natural for the natives to be wary. Any contact with the Nadas was to be avoided.

And now, once again, it was time for the native people to relinquish their territory and move deeper into the jungle. New Nada encampments had been established downriver. The Moxiteteu had found a suitable location to reestablish themselves seven days walk from their present home. Preparations were being made for the journey. In a few days the people of the forest would be gone, the living jungle would soon reclaim the village structures and all that would remain of the lifetimes here were legends and songs.

It was during the final day of preparations to relocate that a group of Nadas from a logging camp downriver entered the village. One of their crew was deathly ill and they had heard about the Shamans healing powers. Unable to decline the request, Mata Amari took the sick man in. Itari Itau and she stayed behind trying to heal him as Mikala, his sisters and the rest of the community moved on.

In his heart Mikala felt this was a bad omen. In his father’s eyes, he saw it too. His parents insisted he accompany his sisters to the new location. They would follow soon after, before the next moon.

But after a full cycle of the moon in the new setting, his parents had still not arrived. Greatly concerned, the young warrior made the seven day journey back to the old village in three. He arrived at daybreak overwhelmed with foreboding. Death was in the air. Anguish gripped his heart as he rushed to his parents hut. Inside, his mother, father and the stranger were dead.

There had been no cure for the Nadas sickness. None of the remedies and none of the songs had helped. Mata Amari became infected while caring for the sick man. He died. Soon after, the Shaman Itari Itau was shot in the back while tending to his dying wife. All this Mikala saw as he entered the room.

Quietly and resolutely Mikala buried his parents with dignity. At the community gravesite he carved a message for the tribal members explaining what had happened. He knew they would understand if he didn’t return.

As Mikala said the final rites, he turned away from his old village, his old life, never to look back. His parents would always be with him in his heart. Instinctively, without thinking, he stealthily made his way to the outskirts of the Nada encampment.

CHAPTER THREE

Cry Of The Jaguar

I tari Itau taught his son the art of invisibility. How to stalk any animal to within touching distance without being seen, heard, smelled or felt. He would study these Nadas for a while and try to understand them. He controlled the feelings of anger and loathing he felt with his will. He watched