I have my fire back. Thank you Lord Shiva for answering my prayers.

I need to use this. Not carefully, but passionately, generously, abundantly and recklessly. Bottomlessly. Endlessly.

It doesn’t matter what garbage people say. I should be able to incinerate it, to push past it with force and fury. I should be able to let simple truths and actions speak louder than weasel words.

It couldn’t be further from the ascetic stereotype of the Dharma, could it? Legions - even those who claim to be Hindu - inhabiting the flat silhouette of Gautama Buddha. Orange pajamas and shaven heads do not make enlightenment. It’s simulacra born of desperation - pseudoabrahamic empty devotion with no real understanding or communion.

You should allow your God to possess and inhabit you. To use you as an agent for action. That is what I prayed for and what I will pray for again.

Goodnight. I am just a man, and I will have to become more like my God in tiny incremental steps. May I wake up closer to Him tomorrow.