When you reach the Pashupati Nath is nightfall.
High-altitude Cirrus clouds in flapping like a Peacock color display in full bloom. Winter trees with branches, branch of my somewhat like a withered hand struggled to point to the sky. Valley floating jiaohu odours, smoke, wanders around in the shining down dad standing feebly with blue light. Hillside, jungle, monkeys jumping Shuttle, like the free ghost General. .....Pashupati Nath Nepal's most famous temples in India, according to legend was to worship Shiva, now make it very far but here India commemoration of followers of cremation.
Slowly through the Valley of the Bagmati River with India in the Ganges River, which is considered a sacred river, Nepal is a ladder to heaven.
Less than 100 meters of the River with a stone fly horizontal, locals told me this is the "Yin-Yang Bridge", the bridge is the way to heaven, students can only stand to the deck, watching the deceased on the journey to heaven. Both sides of the bridge wall nearly ten cremation units, India Christians have a strict hierarchy, only the first minute of wealth can enjoy bridge on the right side of the fortress near the River, while the rank of the deceased only slightly low once lived in the lower reaches of the case. Cremation is mourning the death of Hindu supremacy, Dalit is not thereby entering heaven.I stood on the banks of the River far uphill, vantage point, lest alarms will soon embark on the road to soul heaven.
I cannot help but wonder around the local people, and more for young people, they come in twos and threes company, just to snooping this life last journey. I hesitate to ask a well-dressed couples, boys smiled and replied: "we forget it often here, very quiet in here, because it is close to God. We watched the first person to leave, then one day we will have many people sent us to the Kingdom of God... ... ”。 I say nothing, they will not be able to discover his life and death, but I sincerely admire the gods raised. Life regardless of their wealth, rich or poor, to have peace in the face of life and death, this requires a little perseverance and wisdom?!Cremation ground in every moment.
One side of a high platform has had big bases masonry Chai heap. On the river bank, the deceased was white tightly wound, housed in the bamboo couch, like waiting for the transformation of the pupa chengdie. Ladies one by one and the deceased, farewell, presented the Golden Garland, Sprinkle sesame oil, after reciting a text, quietly retreating. There is no call to wail of day Rob, not their rambunctious rehearsals of struggle, just a faint sadness, quiet, like a farewell to go out on a long journey. On the other side, men and families who use river water to woven straw wet, cover in the deceased's body. Farewell ceremony from a funeral of synthesized and men and their families were carrying the deceased, around three times the Chai heap to pray before the respect to reposes in Chai heap. The deceased's closest men and their families handheld torch, after the last of the groom, set fire to the wood pile and straw. Flash, raging flames soar up that engulfed the high stage of all. ..... Blue smoke billow in circling of the incense, as the soul of the deceased can't bear to leave. Sky clouds still soar a mountain wind, swaying branches, such as waving farewell... ... About two hours, the deceased with Chai heap are turned into ashes. Funeral teacher Li landing push it into the small streams flowing Bagmati River, when the tumble of ashes and close contact with the moment of the River, giving out bares bares and white smoke, like dead last with room for families are now good-bye, have not kneeling, don't care to see their loved ones far away. Funeral mounds with River will be normal washing over and over again, like the deceased soul and body and entrusted to the Holy River, to the distant heaven.Twilight became thicker, Pashupati Nath rang the Bell, startling the clear a jackdaw, stupa stands, stone rows, they silently bears witness to the life of samsara, night, sunset,.
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