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Karma: Law of Re-Embodiment
Karma: Law of Re-Embodiment
Karma: Law of Re-Embodiment
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Karma: Law of Re-Embodiment

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Seizure stricken upon the wall of dead end of another iron casted wall of chaining vessels of karma, but its not the fate not at all the destiny, its karma and you surrender into convulsive force of retardiating retrogression of anti nature against our time and our velocity of moving natures inheritance, creative captivity of accumlating momentum.

The redo it, by making intact reservation of strectcing mark of determination no matter what the cause to blow you away, YOUR IMPULSIVE NAIVE WILL TO BE, TO MEET CONSIGNED PROJECT BY DIVINE TRUST, ONLY BY ACHIEVING END meaning you build that relationship of worthness.

Wantoness of habitual breaking out into sedation, easy going spree of limpering laissez faire and laziness of conceptual promoting, into that blaze orgy of indecency and the all the cause of effect of your damned misery of always hunger stricken.

Absence of spiritual imvivfying gaining force of momentum, searching for identity, implementation of bridging gap of definition. Stop it and as your karma and struggling result of aftermess.

Renunciation to all up to now and enunciation of enlarging passage toward our much dying to alive up to the point of ascension, to indentured originality. And ever promising greatest asset of karma.

LanguageEnglish
PublisheriUniverse
Release dateDec 14, 2000
ISBN9781469782454
Karma: Law of Re-Embodiment
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Yang-Un Moon

Yang-un Moon was born in Seoul, Korea. Rasied up in Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Studied in Parson’s School of Design in Manhattan. Traveled extensively throughout world. She is currentely living in San Fransisco.

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  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I can't say enough about this book. When I say I love it, I really do. I started reading it yesterday and literally couldn't put it down. I forced myself to turn out the light at 2am, and it was with me all day today so I could read a page here and there as I dealt with my day. The story is beautifully written, and such a fast read. I hope many more people read this book.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    It’s not a book . I believe the author either has an ability to freely flow words whose meaning is the sound or which has no meaning or perhaps a word generating program spinning phrases for current .
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I haven't read a novel told in verse for so long, this came as a pleasant surprise, not what I expected but I'm enjoying it so far. I imagine Dev Patel as Sandeep and Freida Pinto as Maya.

    Māyā means illusion or more accurately a delusion. Though given two names as a daughter for two parents from different religions, she always favored the name her Hindu mother has given her "Maya". Her Sikh name given by her father is "Jiva" which means soul.

    Maya is a Canadian, with an Indian family, a Hindu mother who commits suicide because she misses India and a father who plucks her from all that is a familiar and thrusts her into a 1984 war between Sikh and Hindus where she is orphaned and lost.

    Sandeep is a desert boy, the moment he sees the silent sad Maya knows that she is his mirage.

    The story is filled with love, hate, hope, despair, courage and weakness, grief and happiness. But the ending is bittersweet yet filled with hope.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Karma by Cathy Ostlere is about a young girl of two worlds, two religions, and two names. Maya/Jiva is the daughter of a Hindu mother and a Sikh father, who sought refuge and escape from cultural dishonour in India to find only cultural discrimination in Canada.

    The embodiment of Maya/Jiva as the product of an interreligious marriage and daughter of two countries: an ancestral one and an inherited one, speaks of the displacement and liminality found in belonging to the peripheral, the outskirts of what is defined and acceptable—to always belonging to a place of in-between.

    The book is literally written in poetic prose—a narrative of poems in diary form to share the story of Maya/Jiva’s experience and trauma regarding her mother, Leela’s feelings of isolation and loneliness as expressed in her mournful sonatas; and her father, Amar’s resolute belief in the opportunity of religious freedom and cultural acceptance in his new-found country as Indian immigrant, only to discover general skepticism, wariness, and gossip amongst the all-White Elsinore Canadian community.

    Maya/Jiva’s “exotic” beauty and traditional sari only remind her of her “otherness” in regards to her Canadian peers: her best friend, Helen, and her infatuation found in the boy, Michael. But, that story is superficial compared to the traumatic event that leads her to return to India quite unexpectedly during the assassination if Indira Ghandi, the Prime Minister of India, on October 31, 1984 by two of her guards that were Sikh.

    Once there, Maya/Jiva must witness the cultural divide between religions, the violence that erupts when a nation mourns for revenge, and what it is to be silent in the face of unspeakable acts.

    There is also a secondary story as told in diary form by Sandeep , son of “Amma” and Barinder, orphan of the desert. He is a sensitive, resilient, and passionate character that suffers from his own trauma, which has resulted in memory loss of his origins. He, too, becomes a figure of displacement, a catalyst to the lowering of his family caste because of his “illegitimacy.”

    Together, Maya/Jiva and Sandeep must define for themselves their own terms of love, forgiveness, and reconciliation as a nation battles against its divided beliefs and their own personal choices.

    This book was so mournful at times, I needed a break from the weight of its lamenting and grief. And yet, it was a simple, fast, and beautifully poetic read that far outweighed its sometimes overly dramatic, internal dialogue.

    Though Maya/Jiva is the main character in the novel and the central focus of desire and contempt for most of the story, it is the character of Sandeep who redeems my faith in inclusion, hope, and integrity.

    The political, religious, and racial subject matter is a serious one, but the context of love and adventure for two people who collide from two dark histories and differing cultures, speaks to the possibility of change and the sentimental idealism of youth.

    Young readers, add this book to your collection. The cover design is as pretty as its language and as romantic as its sonatas and diary-form poems.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Karma is defined as action, seen as bringing upon oneself inevitable results, good or bad, either in this life or in reincarnation. This is the main theme woven throughout this novel. The main part of this story takes place during the riots that broke out after Indria Gahndi is gunned down in 1984. Maya is the main character in this novel. She writes down the unfolding of these horrific events in her diary. The riots are between the Hindus and Sikh. The turmoil between these two religious groups results in bloodshed and senseless killings. The background controversy in this story is significant because it's also an internal conflict raging inside Maya. Her father is Hindu and her mother is Sikh. Her parents love each other but cannot escape their difference in beliefs. Maya feels torn between them. She doesn't quite fit in anywhere. Maya's character is very interesting. She starts out as an average teenage girl. Maya's world is thrown into turmoil and she must overcome heart wrenching obstacles to find her way. Her journey into India is one of self discovery and forgiveness. Maya has to choose her path or it will be chosen for her. When Maya looses her voice her story is told through the eyes of Sandeep. Sandeep watches over Maya as a favor to his sister. He is intrigued and enthralled by Maya. His sister thinks that Sandeep can be the one person who can lure Maya from her internal prison. In a way Sandeep and Maya's stories are similar. They are both trying to find out where they belong. I liked Sandeep's character a lot. He's is funny and charming. I really enjoyed reading about him.
    Overall I thought this story was fantastic. Even though this book is over 500 pages it's very fast paced. It only took me a few days to read it. Cathy Ostlere did a great job with this novel. I experienced a lot of emotions while reading Kharma. It's funny how a few words can say so much sometimes. This novel is written in beautifully constructed verse. It is a must read.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Beautiful historical fiction novel about love, loss, religion, voices and diaries.

    Maya is a teen girl born to a Sikh father and Hindu mother. After her mother kills herself, Maya and her father travel to India for a burial. However, the night they arrive, Indira Ghandi is killed by her Sikh guards and the country erupts into chaos.

    Told in verse, this haunting tale is one of survival and growth. I couldn't put the book down once I started it and was charmed and moved by every page.

    A definite Printz contender.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Karma is definitely the most complex and thought provoking novel-in-verse I’ve read to date.

    Set in 1984 the story starts in Canada but the majority of it takes place in India. The story focuses on fifteen-year-old Maya who is half Hindu, half Sikh. Her parents wed against both families’ wishes and both of their beliefs.

    After Maya’s mother commits suicide, her and her father travel to India to spread her ashes. While there, terror rocks the nation when the Prime Minister is murdered and all chaos breaks loose. Sikhs are now being hunted down and brutally murdered.

    Caught up in the middle of this bloody massacre, Maya’s father abandon’s her to find help. Scared and alone, Maya is forced to try and survive on her own, find her father, and make it back home.

    Cathy’s use of free verse and poetic way with words made for a beautifully told story, with descriptions that could take your breath away. I found myself tucking little scraps of paper into pages as I read marking my favorite passages.

    “The pilot steers along ribbons of light. Green
    polar flames rippling in the dark. Long silken
    scarves floating on the air. It’s like watching the
    wind on fire. Pulsing.”



    “I stand up. Stretch my arms out wide to the
    empty horizon. Do not be afraid of limitless
    possibilities. The desert is infinite to the eye
    as love is to the heart.”



    “The dream-sky is perfect black. The moon in shadow like a
    shy girl hiding behind her mother’s skirt. Yet the
    atmosphere hums. Then pulses with light. The pilot
    strings the stars together with green ribbons.”


    The story is told from the perspectives of three different personal journals; Maya’s diary, Sandeep’s notebook, and Jiva’s journal.

    The thing that bothered me most was that many of the characters had multiple names, which got confusing at times. I’m not sure if one was the name and one was the word for mother or father? I’m not really sure, all I know is it was confusing.

    Maya/Jiva
    Leela/Mata
    Amar/Bapu
    Pavarti/Deedi
    Sandeep/Miraj
    Barindra/Pita
    Amma/Mina

    The other thing that threw me off at times was the use of different fonts and italics to indicate conversation and dialog, leaving me unsure if some things were being spoken or just thought.

    While the first half of the book flew by as the momentum built, the story really started to slow down in the second half and you could really feel those last 250 pages.

    Objectionable content warning: There are a number of instances with upsetting and brutal violence that would be too much for young readers.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Maya and her father are going from Canada to New Dehli to spread her mother’s ashes. They arrive, however, on the same day as Prime Minister Indira Gandhi is assassinated by two of her guards. Maya and her father are separated in the riots that ensue, and she must disguise herself and ultimately rely on Sandeep, a boy she’s just met, to keep her safe and see that she gets home.

    This young adult novel is told entirely in verse, making for a very fast read. It includes some pretty serious matter, however: religious strife between Sikhs and Hindus, civil and political unrest in India, moral courage, religious differences, and the treatment of women. Central to the plot is the differences between generations and the ability of parent and child to truly see one another’s point of view, and to forgive their differences. Also, one’s own capacity to forgive oneself for past mistakes.

    Maya is a strong female lead, despite the trauma she’s faced and her withdrawal into herself. Somehow, she comes across as resilient, resourceful and tenacious, even when paralyzed by fear or indecision. Sandeep is a steadfast and courageous friend; having suffered his own tragedy early in life, he’s determined to help Maya find her way. The differences in their religions and socio-economic status will not deter him.

    I’m a little concerned by the ending. I’m not at all sure that Maya will be safe in the future, but I applaud Ostlere for *not* giving us a happy ending, tied up in a pretty bow.

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Karma - Yang-Un Moon

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About the Author

Mutants mutation of recycling

rhythms of providence

precipitating process of

cave dwellers

brooding moment.

Breaking our cycle of

dizzy inebriation,

dampened cell of solitude

catapulting force of

civilization.

Break out of your cocoon

butterfly must fly

and evaporate through

layers of opalescent

rainbows of waterfall.

Shining rays of bypassing

wings of dragonfly,

ruffles of transparent

days of our solace

from the imprisoned

soul of treadmill.

Tumultus rebounding

from the dyed ashes of

burned mummies

out of wooden caps of

puppet.

Perceptance and perfection

fiddling remembrance

from the days of

confined humility

from the infested cellars

of underground dungeon.

Now all out into

visual components

of shade and light.

It’s all exposed out here

for you toclear your distinction

of making our unmasked hours

for ultimate salvation

hours of deliberation.

Long drawn tails of

Iconoclastic

hours of building

statues of lost god of sinners.

Cast off glimmer of lacunas

with your sharply focused

moving spirit from the observation

and shrills of crystallization

of shining blue moon of

new light of vision.

Karma, striving furth to garner up to distinctive motivation for emancipation from the plangency of incipient smltering throughout involution, insipid interims by leading palpable pushing rede from imposed precipitation.

Longevity of our inherent compulsive doings and longings out of jutting protrusion to sweep through toward more enticing array for natures proliferation for abundance from the presently unknown days of irremediable irrememberable.

Trundling tantras out of remorsive trepidation, our usurpation of deviant pass from the immensity of natures proposition. Irreversible concurrence, unfortunate atermass to non-groundedness. Irretrievable piracy, dire perception out of peculation, impending imminent fixture to the fixed relativity of irrelevant force of anti-nature.

Symptom, disabused congruity of delible imprint upon the stagnation of soul. Solo mega lonesome perilousness of the irksome tolerance from the introversive tolerance, intolerable facets of spattering consarcination, past and dragging force of iron mills of present incaptivity to the breeding pattern from the encroaching massive venerability of lost intervals of longitude.

Pique, lurching pirouette, lascivious laissez-aller, faint-hearted bustling distention, abandonment. Enervating perception, erroneous failure of dealing reinactivity to re-encounter much afraid but tantamount desire to unlock irreversible momentum of undesirable obliquity.

Inverted will to surmount tonsil pressure of loaded lubrication from the verge of venomous hurkling, hunkering objectivity, servitude of all the inert parcels of parodial passing by ultra-momentous phenomena of our sweeping sacrifice of innate force of impendence.

Initiation of independence, utilitarian motive linked to random crafts of precarious venerability of linear directive-clarification.

But lugubrious lamentation, latticed motivation of willing captivity, undetectable obesity of obliquous magnetism at the catapulting presence.

Perdurable purgation from the abashed pillage of hidden lost longitude for clarity. Cluttering clarification of stricken anger to salvage much crushed consciousness from the striking venomous powerful mildewing from the past.

Inherent cavernous capsules and unbreakable bounding bonds of subjugating series-parallel subjectivity. Amenity to altercation assiduous ploughing throughout indepicable meddlesome presence, sporadic pressure of light force toward yet to surrendering will of embittered harangue.

Throngs of insanguineous unheeding insurrection, infuriating directive diesel for upward catalytic immunity building momentum of force to be relaunched once more failed narration of deviating disabling immunity from the past scandalous mistakes.

But irresistible will to break throughout from the enrapturing eggs of spermed seed, probability and reprocurating aspects of result setting stirring strokes for dying to know circulation of truth through clear veins.

Peddles of powerful blow, galvanic heaps of fallacy, pertinent perilous present, seclusion of unfettered message from the valedictory, our inter-motive willing consent to navigate massive turbulence through placid partaken reality from above force of natures endowment to the primary domain of dominance and renewing conscriptive connivance of maturity, impending cryptic will power.

Fanaticism of transpiring treadmill secessionist, flurry or fluke flown off tranquillity, infusion from the nebulous scars of detoured disequilibrim, deserted embarkation process….

Sacrification, naval of true natures ever perplexing present force of immense power flood , flow from ever curing air of our spirit and predominance of all the matters of lacerating pains from the indelible cross mark from the fall, marked sign of karma.

Fading perforated diameter, loosening chains of confinement and opening spasm of hiatus, long drawn coarse silhouette of self-riddled self-belittled shade from the sparge, enclosed darkness of karma from the veiled suffusion of karma from the truth building nature of naive power….

But up to the present moment, wallowing in farcical rewinding of past wheedles of presence. In absence of inuring mollifying truth of reality, modification, so far so good more than ever you discern of all the making matter of fact building introversive infringement of nature and present reflective interaction of hard to face deflection.

Karma incarceration of causality from the inadvertently degraded force of diabolical existence perversely veered off out of navel fort, discernible truth for application.

Implementation for amplifying truth, passive reaction of approaching pressure out of mechanism massive endurance from the sinking fixture, from the deranged self-dilution and diminutive agility out of damned inconsistency of limpering flexion.

Facet of irredeemable building bones for immunity in memory of backward tardiness of anti-nature force, destructive momentum for automatic galvanization.

But in order to be actually free from all the messes forming amassing pressure of indolent after long moment of brutal fact finding contemplation into inner seams of convalescent nature within and plough throughout inner connective tissue, interrelative force of universal motility.

Wide opening gaps for reinventing circulative force, recycling process of karma. And again foremost to be free the cantering norms of invalid truth of ongoing harassing turmoil building binding mistakes and dissolving by building further…

Still yet inanity of reluctant pressure for reassuring inclination, LET GO FROM THE LOCKING PLEASURE TO FURTHER RENEW scorched mark on the already healing surface, scared anonymity from after effect, LET GO ALL and FREE FROM THE BONDING OF REMOTE POSSIBILITY, that’s only way to come out of karma unscathed.

Pebbles of pungent misguided desire concurrent misconception of indelible primary ferocity. Futile venality of endangered past, reclusive space of dying hard habit but nevertheless dying stigma of insufficient chronic sinner of effect, causal effect.

Effectively permanent perduration from partaken truth, bundling truth of fermenting reality, TRUTH OF REVELATION by the trouncing nature of transforming karma. Impurifying effect of sinkering into deadly moots of irascible present, instability of these moment will pass regardless but perching development of permutation, penitence, inherent methodical approach of disapproving concealment, casting off concomitant copulation.

Past present and future swingering sway of sweeping merit of time, methodical disapproval of disappearing insipid profanity. Forming forces for the basis of profound foundation, erosive astride out of informing matter of insufficient scaffolding.

Scathingly swaggering doses of docile coverage and cognitive commingling of innermost co-edificial commensuration. Cursing simmering miasma of venomous sweating present anger, but still arising from the forever avoiding pendulous mute needles random swing of evasiveness. Further from the correctable merit of truth tackling encounter at the recent level of new vessel through bonemarrow’s fluidity and primary sanctum of convincing conveyance of our spirit through vessels of refreshing up facet of assiduous analogy.

Annals of dejection, hunger, dissatisfying dubiousness from ever off the ridge from the point of penetration and reemergence, submerging force of disappearing tint of egotistic altruism, mishandling all out of ignorance.

Redundant introspective active assimilation of aegis, navigational dimension for versatility. Pessimistic hankering of insignificant matter of non-reversible failure of fact, but enabling fixture of congrutinizing habit of centennial retrogressive reminiscence.

Rampant peripheral mist of passive sinkage, open sphere, surrendering moan of irrelevant positive force of resistance. Cultivating momentum for conceiving coagulating primary substance, melting voltage from the incurrent reiteration.

Sizuring into furious consequence from the after effect of non-adjective reality, torpidity torrential reinforce of pivoting purposeful pointed focus to reassimilate yet undeductible force, GLIMPSE OF EMERGING LIGHT OUT OF LOST ZONE OF ORDINANCE.

Oraculous miracle at primary sentient and perking sense of self-discovery, discovery of self-connivance but nonetheless stifling impendance to face, to penetrate into procedure of life-making out from the continuing sarcastic mechanism of karma to live from the burial death of in depth drama, infringement tiresome layers of leftover incalescent…

Yes to go of lascivious lamentation, self-percussion excuse, random drawn out blankness out of spacious captivity, FRESH OPEN VEILS OF COSMIC SCREEN FOR CLARIFYING MASSIVE PURPOSE. Massive intersection for intercurrent change of forms norms reputable ethics of cause, building cause for the inherent karma to reap rightful effect for the emboldening purpose as a builder.

Relaureate interactivity of crossroad at the present, intercausal aspects

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