A Vedic Approach to Crisis
The War of Gaza
Sharlene sat quietly in a corner of a dilapidated building in the war-torn city. She was determined not to let the smog trigger her allergies. The warm daytime weather helped her sinuses calm, though night-time was another story.
As a war journalist, Sharlene had lost colleagues before. She knew her job offered no life insurance guarantees and that this might well be her last assignment. At 62, with no family and thousands of miles from home, she wasn’t in Gaza for the war itself but for something deeper.
While crouched in that building corner, a blast shook the city, causing the ceiling above her to collapse. A heavy slab crashed just inches from her feet, forcing her to move quickly.
She ran westward, taking cover under trees and using the thick smog as a shield. When night fell, the fires from the blasts lit her path. Keeping herself in motion, she managed to keep her sinuses in check.
As dawn approached, she neared the Sphinx, feeling vulnerable under the open sky and the blinking stars. She pulled her jacket close, focusing on reaching the Pyramids before sunrise.
Thirty years ago.
Sharlene’s first assignment brought her to Israel, where she hid in southern trenches by the river. The mix of smells—iron, decay, and filth—made her stomach turn as she ate her last sandwich.
Her colleague, Lenora, a seasoned journalist, showed no signs of discomfort. She ate her sandwich calmly, focused and determined, as if forming a plan in her head. Within an hour, they left the trenches and moved toward the city border, needing a story by nightfall.
Sharlene hadn’t expected the lack of press protection and felt unprepared.
Lenora reported live, while Sharlene took notes by a fenced-off parking lot. Unaware, Lenora had become Sharlene’s guiding light, someone she clung to for direction.
That night, the team returned to their van outside the city to rest. Normally, they would chat excitedly about the day, but a tense silence settled over them. Lenora lay quietly in her sleeping bag, eyes wide open. Watching her, Sharlene let herself drift to sleep, believing she was safe.
The next morning.
Sharlene woke with a headache in the eerie quiet of the van. She looked around and realized Lenora and the cameramen were gone. Their bags remained, but the team was missing. A note stuck to the windshield shattered her calm.
They kidnapped the crew.
The captors demanded supplies and military support from Sharlene’s government for their release. Trembling, Sharlene struggled to understand how she had slept through their capture.
Back in the van, she found that all satellite phones were missing. She packed her gear, determined to cover the story solo and rescue her crew.
That morning, Sharlene did something she hadn’t planned on: she went live alone. Nervous, she faced the camera, trying to mimic Lenora’s confident delivery. As bombs exploded in the distance, her knuckles turned white from gripping the microphone. She knew the kidnappers were watching; her performance meant life or death.
Thirty years later.
By the time Sharlene reached the Great Pyramids, someone had miraculously left a loaf of bread in the sand, which she ate gratefully. She made her way inside the ancient structure, ready to complete what had begun decades ago.
The caretakers had all left, leaving the pyramids in eerie silence, as if no war raged outside. After navigating countless twists, turns, and staircases, she reached the King’s Chamber.
Entering the chamber transported her mind to another realm.
The ancient Egyptians, it's said, harnessed the pyramids for scientific discovery, healing, and contacting extra-terrestrials. She heard tales of an underground chamber filled with water, creating vibrations that altered one’s state. Inside, Sharlene felt a strange music—a sound not of this Earth. Her body felt alive, vibrating with an otherworldly energy.
Thirty years ago.
Sharlene had just finished her broadcast, uncertain of what to do next. She took control of the situation, doing the only thing that felt right to ensure her safety. She packed up her gear and headed for the Great Pyramids of Giza, a place she remembered from a childhood family trip.
Memories of that holiday kept her moving through the night and day until she reached the pyramids. When she arrived at the Sphinx, she saw the area deserted. Despite the isolation, she felt as if she were under a watchful gaze.
Sharlene recalled her last visit to the King’s Chamber as a 12-year-old. She had wandered off, singing a loud, shrill note that seemed unnatural. Her father, hesitant to approach, found her frozen in place, her voice resonating in an eerie, unearthly melody. She returned to normal abruptly, shocking him.
Now, she entered the chamber again. As she stepped in, a powerful force exploded within her, releasing that same ancient sound. She let the sound flow, pushing her voice to exhaustion, unsure if it was a prayer or an alarm.
Thirty years later.
This time, Sharlene knew what to expect. She walked into the King’s Chamber, touching the cold granite as she circled the room. Any moment, she would enter the trance, and it would begin.
A sound emerged from deep within her, rising through her chest and filling the chamber. The walls vibrated with her voice, and the air shaft rumbled. Her song echoed like magma bursting forth.
Twenty-four hours later.
The war stopped. Someone, or something had heard her song. Thirty years earlier, a similar event had unfolded.
The warring sides suddenly stopped fighting, leaving behind a trail of destruction. They exchanged no words, as if bound by an unspoken understanding.
Lenora and the cameramen broke free and tracked down Sharlene to the pyramids, as if they had a hunch she'd be there. They returned home, and Lenora, now a mother, chose to retire, leaving Sharlene to lead. Sharlene’s career skyrocketed, and she earned a strong reputation.
Now, 30 years later, Sharlene was ready to retire too. She had taken this assignment with no intention of reporting on it. Years of covering wars had taught her that fear and terror only spread harm. She believed that if the industry stopped covering wars, the world might move closer to peace.
As her song ended, Sharlene lifted herself from the chamber floor. She had become a warrior for peace. Whatever had called her here had answered.
When she left the pyramids, the bombing had stopped. She walked back to the city and later flew home, content to live out her days in prayer.
The Greatness of Saturn
Sharlene is not a saint. But her story illuminates a profound mystery of the universe. Around the age of 30, when transiting Saturn aligns with the natal Moon, life often shifts dramatically.
Sharlene’s karmic journey began with her first Saturn Return. Her world fell apart. But she evolved from a hesitant observer to a courageous leader, thrust into life-or-death situations.
Saturn guided her evolution, teaching resilience and clarity. Her journey exemplified how time, struggle, and simple miracles shape our lives.
Saturn’s lessons unfold as you near your first Saturn Return. Though subtle at first, they nudge you toward your purpose. Saturn doesn’t expect you to deliver right away, but when it’s time, it throws you into the deep end.
You must utilise every resource.
For Sharlene, a family trip to the pyramids planted the seed for her mission. That early encounter saved her and her crew decades later. Over time, Sharlene’s initial survival instinct became her lifeline for helping others.
Saturn tests you to reveal your true self. It challenges you to transform pain into strength. Your purpose may be simple: caring for a loved one, supporting a child's education, or bringing joy to someone's life.
Saturn values growth over glory, preparing you to fit perfectly into the cosmic puzzle. When you follow Saturn's path, you protect yourself.
During Saturn Return, you may question life choices, reassess values, and experience intense introspection. Let go of old patterns and embrace a new self and purpose. Relationships, jobs, health, and old identities may fall away, allowing you to rebuild on a stronger foundation.
This foundation endures because you built it yourself, not your parents, teachers, or society. You know where the cracks lie and how to fix them. Saturn’s promise is that your creation will last. Whatever you create from here on will stay for good. This is Saturn’s promise to you.
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