Vymanik yantra. Ancient flying ship
But again. Who were the vedics ?
IMO, Vedic Aryans were really ‘ancient aliens' and believe me, it’s not just the Chinese way of saying it . Or they were central asian cowboys who flayed aurochs for a living. Okay okay, I take it back, they were indigenous, famously patriarchal, patrileneal , partilocal, homegrown scientific geniuses.
Indigeniuses.!They invented the aeroplane, Vaimanik yantrr!
That was all so long ago and forgotten. Now people insist we know and one's left mulling how they acquired and processed the vast info compled into mantras.. Like, was it crunched right here or did it arrive as jumbled words from steppes and morph into manthra, thantra and eventually yanthra?
Purayarn.
One day, an airship made from an amalgam of silver and bengalgram and powered by unadulterated elephant urine landed in a lotus pond . A hatch opened . A godly figure with a flowing silver beard emerged from the lotus pond he had landed in .
People -neanderthals, gawked
'who are you'
"...ah..hmmm..blahmasmi…...." … I’m blahmaa".
A bzz rose and faded.“Oooh blahma… THE GREAT INVENTOR ....“blahmaasmi!!!.....”.
“Yeah...'I am, therefore I invent'...yea...yes. something like that ..” and he said he made flying machines too and waved high a copy of vaimanika sutra in hand
Everyone applauded and he liked it.
Happy on earth, he married Sarasa and drew plans to make in India. He set shop and dived in using techniques yet unknown - remote seeding, serial impregnation, batch production- the works and before you knew it there were many creations . specially maharishis , men of vedic science, who invented yantras for every imagined use out of virtually....nothing! They failed to file patents though, which wasn’t so bad after all as they had it down in verse and sang it out loud, preserving it for posterity. ( O, as a pastime , they caught and fucked everything on the horizon, transferring their sanskrit gene, ra-ek-a-ek-aaaa for later researchers to find and unravel long unanswered questions about aryans)
Blahma had no competition here and loved the life he was living. But not for long. Two intractable nuts, one bent on destroying everything he created and the other trying to preserve what was left of it, were stomping their feet and demanding top billing in the business of making it here. They were hard to handle . Fights broke out and stories were built around these and reported . They called it 'Purayarn' and that got some great press.
Over the time, the crazies took over and blahma felt sidelined.
Happened so he was a serial seeder ,implanting several women with his own seed, a ra-ek-a-ek-aaaa replay, and that got him into fights with others who were not so thrilled, him showing his stuff. So, the fights didn't end there and he was shown in poor light, a wizard who created mindlessly and downgraded . He, l'inventeur avant tout, aviator the great, fought back asserting he was everything, but nobody really cared. Insulted and greatly disillusioned, he dusted his vimana, stopped by an elephant pump and flew out.
High above, gyro yantra malfunctioned, mantras failed and he crashed. In Ur. Mesopotamia.
This was a better place, nuts here believed in even bigger myths. So he jumbled his name, became Levi Ablahm, remarried Sarah and then heard from THE MAKER, who he had himself imagined to be not so long ago. Now he was not so sure. He was scared and hid behind a biggish rock, obeyed god, converted, changed his ways and deleted false accounts, got some respect, sold his inventions, rights and soul, traded in his thong and slouched in a longish frock and was promised land . Ablahm proceeded forth, made some juice and created history and Palestine .
Back home too, changes had happened . His clan had multiplied and were spreading like wildfire across steppes, plains, deserts , taming horses and singing thousand page scientific songs in verse the neanderthals – really indo europeans, couldn't understand, its import even less. They were ignorant louts, marauders who spoke in grunts, snorts and Oh, P.I.E.. They babbled and tried to build impossible towers and the effort collapsed. It was all very annoying , though it didn't stop the firingees from staking claim to everything ever created, invented or imagined including the ability to speak and write sanskrit.
Thanks to Ablahams, the centre of gravity shifted and shifted and shifted to Europe, Germany in particular, and they were now a crew . They congregated wearing frocks and took over the world and read vedic texts backwards, trashed it as meaningless yellow pulp and believed it so much, to force it down the throats of those who don’t like it so much.
Wrong claims feirengees, rotten tooth running dogs of war. We, vedic scientists were on interstellar cruise on biodegradable flying ships when you were crapping in the grass!! Take that, and that and this.
We are at this point in history and no more: we are about to reclaim our invented past
"...ah..hmmm..blahmasmi…...." … I’m blahmaa".
A bzz rose and faded.“Oooh blahma… THE GREAT INVENTOR ....“blahmaasmi!!!.....”.
“Yeah...'I am, therefore I invent'...yea...yes. something like that ..” and he said he made flying machines too and waved high a copy of vaimanika sutra in hand
Everyone applauded and he liked it.
Happy on earth, he married Sarasa and drew plans to make in India. He set shop and dived in using techniques yet unknown - remote seeding, serial impregnation, batch production- the works and before you knew it there were many creations . specially maharishis , men of vedic science, who invented yantras for every imagined use out of virtually....nothing! They failed to file patents though, which wasn’t so bad after all as they had it down in verse and sang it out loud, preserving it for posterity. ( O, as a pastime , they caught and fucked everything on the horizon, transferring their sanskrit gene, ra-ek-a-ek-aaaa for later researchers to find and unravel long unanswered questions about aryans)
Blahma had no competition here and loved the life he was living. But not for long. Two intractable nuts, one bent on destroying everything he created and the other trying to preserve what was left of it, were stomping their feet and demanding top billing in the business of making it here. They were hard to handle . Fights broke out and stories were built around these and reported . They called it 'Purayarn' and that got some great press.
Over the time, the crazies took over and blahma felt sidelined.
Happened so he was a serial seeder ,implanting several women with his own seed, a ra-ek-a-ek-aaaa replay, and that got him into fights with others who were not so thrilled, him showing his stuff. So, the fights didn't end there and he was shown in poor light, a wizard who created mindlessly and downgraded . He, l'inventeur avant tout, aviator the great, fought back asserting he was everything, but nobody really cared. Insulted and greatly disillusioned, he dusted his vimana, stopped by an elephant pump and flew out.
High above, gyro yantra malfunctioned, mantras failed and he crashed. In Ur. Mesopotamia.
This was a better place, nuts here believed in even bigger myths. So he jumbled his name, became Levi Ablahm, remarried Sarah and then heard from THE MAKER, who he had himself imagined to be not so long ago. Now he was not so sure. He was scared and hid behind a biggish rock, obeyed god, converted, changed his ways and deleted false accounts, got some respect, sold his inventions, rights and soul, traded in his thong and slouched in a longish frock and was promised land . Ablahm proceeded forth, made some juice and created history and Palestine .
Back home too, changes had happened . His clan had multiplied and were spreading like wildfire across steppes, plains, deserts , taming horses and singing thousand page scientific songs in verse the neanderthals – really indo europeans, couldn't understand, its import even less. They were ignorant louts, marauders who spoke in grunts, snorts and Oh, P.I.E.. They babbled and tried to build impossible towers and the effort collapsed. It was all very annoying , though it didn't stop the firingees from staking claim to everything ever created, invented or imagined including the ability to speak and write sanskrit.
Thanks to Ablahams, the centre of gravity shifted and shifted and shifted to Europe, Germany in particular, and they were now a crew . They congregated wearing frocks and took over the world and read vedic texts backwards, trashed it as meaningless yellow pulp and believed it so much, to force it down the throats of those who don’t like it so much.
Wrong claims feirengees, rotten tooth running dogs of war. We, vedic scientists were on interstellar cruise on biodegradable flying ships when you were crapping in the grass!! Take that, and that and this.
We are at this point in history and no more: we are about to reclaim our invented past
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