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SCIENCE & SACRED RESEARCH

Subject: SCIENCE & SACRED RESEARCH (revisited)

http://ccat.sas.upenn.edu/~grassie/9Research.html

The previous websites were taken from this group of links. They
open up the possibility of connecting with the scientific community
for research in the religious practices of Urine Therapy, Rasa
Tantra, and Project Genesis (the connecting of a male and a female of
the same blood type, Intravenously). All members are encouraged to
pursue this avenue, leading to possible research. Give them a
Research Proposal. Therein is the future of True Theology and the
Survival of Mankind in a more Perfected State. Get smart, and get
interested, and do something to make a brighter future for mankind.
Or be a lazy knucklehead and condemn your offspring to vegetate in a
dumbed-down reality in a doomed world. Jai Om. - Sw. Tantrasangha

MANTAK CHIA'S TAO IS RASA TANTRA

http://www.universal-tao.com/tao/course_it_i.html#level1

He even practices Urine Therapy. - Sai Ram

URINE TANTRA IN THE SAMA VEDA, PART 1

DECADE IV Soma Pavamana
1. High is thy juice's birth: though set it heaven, on earth it hath
obtained dread sheltering power and great renown.
2. In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy
way, pressed out for Indra, for his drink!
3. Flow onward mighty with thy stream, inspiriting the Maruts' Lord,
winning all riches with thy power!
4. Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings
delight, slaying the wicked, dear to Gods!
5. Three several words are uttered: kine are lowing, cows who give
the milk; the tawny-hued goes bellowing on.
6. For Indra girt by Maruts, flow, thou Indu, very rich in meath, to
seat thee in the place of song!
7. Strong, mountain-born, the stalk hath been pressed in the streams
for rapturous joy. Hawk-like he settles in his home.
8. Gold-hued! as one who giveth strength flow on for Gods to drink, a
draught for Vayu and the Marut host!
9. Soma, the dweller on the hills, effused, hath flowed into the
sieve. All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
10. The Sage of heaven whose heart is wise, when laid between both
hands, with roars, gives us delightful powers of life.

DECADE V Soma Pavamana
1. The rapture-shedding Somas have flowed forth in our assembly,
pressed to glorify our liberal lords.
2. The Somas, skilled in song, the waves, have led the water forward,
like buffaloes speeding to the woods.
3. Indu flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk: drive all
our enemies away!
4. For thou art strong by splendour: we, O Pavamana, call on thee,
the brilliant looker on the light.
5. Indu, enlightener, dear, the thought of poets, hath flowed
clearly, like a charioteer who starts the steed.
6. Through our desire of heroes, kine, and horses, potent Soma drops,
brilliant and swift, have been effused.
God, working with mankind, flow on; to Indra go thy gladdening juice:
to Vayu mount as Law commands!
From heaven hath Pavamana made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder,
and the lofty light of all mankind.
9. Pressed for the gladdening draught the drops flow forth abundantly
with song, flow onward with the stream of meath.
10. Reposing on the river's wave, the Sage hath widely flowed around,
bearing the bard whom many love.

BOOK VI
CHAPTER I
DECADE I Soma Pavamana
1. The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk,
the active crusher of the foe.
2. Active, while being purified, he hath assailed all enemies: they
deck the Sage with holy hymns.
3. Pouring all glories hither, he, effused, hath passed within the
jar: Indu on Indra is bestowed.
4. From the two press-boards is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to
the sieve: the steed steps forward to the goal.
5. Impetuous, bright, have they come forth, unwearied in their speed,
like bulls, driving the black skin far away.
6. Soma, thou flowest chasing foes, finder of wisdom and delight:
drive thou the godless folk afar!
Flow onward with that stream wherewith thou gavest splendour to the
Sun, speeding the waters kind to man!
8. Flow onward thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vritra who
compassed and stayed the mighty floods!
9. Flow onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild delights
battered the nine-and-ninety down!
10. Flow, pressed, into the filter, speed the heavenly one who
winneth wealth, who bringeth booty through our juice!

DECADE II Soma Pavamana
1. The tawny Bull hath bellowed, fair as mighty Mitra to behold: he
gleams and flashes with the Sun.
2. We choose to-day that chariot-steed of thine, the strong, that
brings us bliss, the guardian, the desire of all.
3. Adhvaryu, to the filter lead the Soma juice expressed with stones:
make thou it pure for Indra's drink.
4. Swift runs this giver of delight, even the stream of flowingjuice:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
5. Pour hitherward, O Soma, wealth in thousands and heroic strength,
and keep renown secure for us!
-6. The ancient living ones have come unto a newer resting-place.
They made the Sun that he might shine.
7. Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the reservoirs,
resting in wooden vats, thy home!
8. O Soma, thou, art strong and bright, potent, O God, with potent
sway: thou, mighty one, ordainest laws.
9. For food, flow onward with thy stream, cleansed and made bright by
sapient men: Indu. with sheen approach the milk!
10. Soma, flow on with pleasant stream, strong and devoted to the
Gods, our friend, unto the woollen sieve.
11. By this solemnity, Soma, thou, though great, hast been increased:
in joy thou, verily actest like a bull!
12. Most active and benevolent, this Pavamana sent to us for lofty
friendship meditates.
13. Indu, to us for this great rite, bearing as 'twere thy wave to
Gods, unwearied, thou art flowing on.
14. Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma floweth on,
going to Indra's settled place.

DECADE III Soma Pavamana
1. Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in a watery
robe: giver of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, O God, a
fountain made of gold.
2. Hence sprinkle forth the juice effused, Soma, the best of sacred
gifts, who, friend of man, hath run amid the water-streams! He hath
pressed Soma out with stones.
3. Expressed by stones, O Soma, and urged through the long wool of
the sheep, thou, entering the press-boards even as men a fort, gold-
hued hast settled in the vats.
4. O Soma,--for the feast of Gods, river-like he hath swelled with
surge, sweet with the liquor of the stalk, as one who wakes, into the
vat that drops with meath.
5. Pressed out by pressers, Soma goes over the fleecy backs of sheep,
goes, even as with a mare, in tawny-coloured stream, goes in a
sweetly-sounding stream.
6. O Soma, Indu, every day thy friendship hath been my delight. Many
fiends follow me help me, thou tawny-hued: pass on beyond these
barriers!
7. Deft-handed! thou when purified liftest thy voice amid the sea.
Thou, Pavamana, makest riches flow to us, yellow, abundant, much
desired.
8. The living drops of Soma juice pour, as they flow, the gladdening
drink, intelligent drops above the station of the sea, exhilarating,
dropping meath.
9. Soma, while thou art cleansed, most dear and watchful in the
sheep's long wool, most like to Angiras! thou hast become a sage.
Sprinkle our sacrifice with mead!
10. Soma, the gladdening juice, flows pressed for Indra with his
Marut host: he hastens o'er the fleece with all his thousand streams:
him, him the men make pure and bright.
11. Flow on, best winner of the spoil, to precious gifts of every
sort! Thou art a sea according to the highest law, joy-giver, Soma!
to the Gods
12. Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the Pavamanas in a stream,
girt by the Maruts, gladdening, steeds with Indra's strength, for
wisdom and for dainty food.

DECADE IV Soma Pavamana
1. Run onward to the reservoir and seat thee: cleansed by the men
speed forward to the battle!
Making thee glossy like an able courser, forth to the sacred grass
with reins they lead thee.
2. The God declares the deities' generations, like Uaana, proclaiming
lofty wisdom.
With brilliant kin, far-ruling, sanctifying, the wild boar, singing
with his foot, advances.
3. Three are the voices that the car-steed utters: he speaks the lore
of prayer, the thought of Order.
To the cows' master come the cows inquiring: the hymns with eager
longing come to Soma.
4. Made pure by this man's urgent zeal and impulse, the God hath with
his juice the Gods pervaded.
Pressed, singing, to the sieve he goes, as passes the Hotar to
enclosures holding cattle.
5. Father of holy hymns Soma flows onward, the father of the earth,
father of heaven;
Father of Agni, Surya's generator, the father who begat Indra and
Vishnu
6. To him, praiseworthy, sacred tones have sounded, Steer of the
triple height, the life-bestower.
Dwelling in wood, like Varuna, a river, lavishing treasure, he
distributes blessings.
7. Guard of all being, generating creatures, loud roared the sea as
highest law commanded.
Strong, in the filter, on the fleecy summit, pressed from the stone,
Soma hath waxen mighty.
8. Loud neighs the tawny steed when started, settling deep in the
wooden vessel while they cleanse him.
Led by the men he makes the milk his raiment; then shall he, of
himself, engender worship.
9. This thine own Soma, rich in meath, O Indra, the Strong, hath
flowed into the Strong One's filter.
The swift steed, bounteous, giving hundreds, thousands, hath reached
the sacred grass which never fails him.
10. Flow onward, Soma, rich in meath, and holy, enrobed in waters, on
the fleecy summit!
Settle in vessels that are full of fatness, as cheering and most
gladdening drink for Indra!

DECADE V Soma Pavamana
1. In forefront of the cars forth goes the hero, the leader, seeking
spoil: his host rejoices.
Soma endues his robe of lasting colours, and blesses, for his
friends, their calls on Indra.
2. Thy streams have been poured forth with all their sweetness, when,
cleansed thou passest through the woollen filter.
The race of kine thou cleansest, Pavamana! Thou didst beget: and
speed the Sun with splendours.
3. Let us sing praises to the Gods: sing loudly, send ye the Soma
forth for mighty riches!
Let him flow, sweetly-flavoured, through the filter: let the God Indu
settle in the beaker!
4. Urged on, the father of the earth and heaven hath gone forth like
a car to gather booty.
Going to Indra, sharpening his weapons, and in his hands containing
every treasure.
5. When, by the law of the Most High, in presence of heaven and
earth, the fond mind's utterance formed him.
Then, loudly lowing, came the cows to Indu, the chosen, wellloved
master in the beaker.
6. Ten sisters, pouring out the rain together, the sage's quickly-
moving thoughts, adorn him.
Hither hath run the gold-hued child of Surya, and reached the vat
like a fleet vigorous courser.
7. When beauties strive for him as for a charger, then strive the
songs as people for the sunlight.
A mighty Sage, he flows enrobed in waters and hymns as 'twree a stall
that kine may prosper.
8. Strong Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting,
strength, for his carousal.
He quells malignity and slays the demons, King of the homestead, he
who gives us comfort.
9. Pour forth this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the
yellow lake, O Indu!
Here, too, the bright one, wind-swift, full of wisdom, shall give a
son to him who cometh quickly.
10. Soma, the mighty, when, the waters' offspring, he chose the Gods,
performed that great achievement.
He, Pavamana, granted strength to Indra: he, Indu, generated light in
Surya.
11. As for a chariot-race, the skilful speaker, first hymn, inventor,
hath with song been started.
The sisters ten upon the fleecy summit adorn the car-horse in the
resting-places.
12. Hastening onward like the waves of waters our holy hymns are
coming forth to Soma.
To him they go with lowly adoration, and, longing, enter him who
longs to meet them.

CHAPTER II
DECADE I Soma Pavamana
1. For first possession of your juice. for the exhilarating drink,
Drive ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away!
2. As Pushan. Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him
pure.
He, Lord of all the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.
3. The Somas, very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is destined,.
flow
Effused, the source of Indra's joy: may your strong juices reach the
Gods!
4. For us the Soma juices flow, the drops best furtherers of weal,
Effused as friends, without a spot, benevolent, finders of the. light.
5. Stream on us riches that are craved by hundreds, best at winning
spoil,
Riches, O Indu, thousandfold, most splendid, that surpass the light!
6. The guileless ones are singing praise to Indra's well-beloved
friend,
As, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf.
7. They for the bold and lovely one ply manly vigour like a bow;
Bright, glad, in front of songs they spread to form a vesture for the
Lord.
8. Him with ths fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of
all,
Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the deities.
9. Let him, as mortal, crave this speech, for him who presses, of the
juice,
As Bhrigu's sons chased Makha, so drive ye the niggard hound away!

DECADE II Soma Pavamana
1. Graciously-minded he is flowing on his way to win dear names o'er
which the youthful one grows great.
The mighty and far-seeing one hath mounted now the mighty Surya's car
which moves to every side.
2. Spontaneous let our drops of Soma juice flow on, pressed out and
tawny-coloured, mightily, to the Gods!
Still let our enemies, the godless, be in want, though filled with
food; and let our prayers obtain success!
3. Most beauteous of the beauteous, Indra's thunderbolt, this Soma,
rich in sweets, hath clamoured in the vat.
Dropping with oil, abundant, streams of sacrifice flow unto him, and
milch-kine, lowing, with their milk.
4. Indu hath started forth for Indra's settled place, and slights
not, as a friend, the promise of his friend.
Soma comes onward like a youth with youthful maids, and gains the
beaker by a course of hundred paths.
5. On flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens; the strength
of Gods, whom men must hail with shouts of joy.
Thou, gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, art lightly
showing forth thy splendour in the streams.
6. Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the furtherer
of days, of mornings, and of heaven.
Breath of the rivers, he hath roared into the jars, and with the help
of sages entered Indra's heart.
7. The three-times seven milch-kine in the loftiest heaven have for
this Soma poured the genuine milky draught.
Four other beauteous creatures hath he made for his adornment when he
waxed in strength through holy rites.
8. Flow on to indra, Soma, carefully effused: let sickness stay afar
together with the fiend!
Let not the double-tongued delight them with thy juice: here be thy
flowing drops laden with opulence!
9. Even as a King hath Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed: the
wondrous one hath bellowed to the kine.
While purified thou passest through the filtering fleece to seat thee
hawk-like on the place that drops with oil.
10. The drops of Soma juice, like cows who yield their milk, have
flowed forth, rich in meath, unto the diety,
And, seated on the grass, raising their voice, assumed the milk, the
covering robe wherewith the address stream.
11. They balm him, balm him over, balm him thoroughly, caress the
mighty strength and balm it with the meath.
They seize the flying Steer at the stream's breathing-place:
cleansing with gold they grasp the animal herein.
12. Spread is thy cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as prince thou
enterest its limbs from every side.
The raw, whose mass hath not been heated, gains not this: they only
which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.

DECADE III Soma Pavamana
1. To Indra, to the mighty one, let these gold-coloured juices go,
Drops born as Law prescribes, that find the light of heavenj
2. Flow vigilant for Indra, thou Soma, yea, Indu, run thou forth;
Bring hither splendid strength that finds the light of heaven!
3. Sit down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself.
Deck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites!
4. Friends, hymn your Lord who makes him pure for rapturous
carouse: let them
Sweeten him, as a child, with lauds and sacred gifts!
5. Breath of the mighty Dames, the Child, speeding the plan of'
sacrifice,
Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old!
6. In might, O Indu, with thy streams flow for the banquet of the
Gods:
Rich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy seat!
7. Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of
the sheep,
Roaring, while purified, before the voice of song.
8. The speech is uttered for the Sage, for Soma being purified:
Bring meed as 'twere to one who makes thee glad with hymns!
9. Flow to us, Indu, very strong, effused, with wealth of kine and,
steeds,
And do thou lay above the milk thy radiant hue!
10. Voices have sung aloud to thee as finder-out of wealth for us:
We clothe the hue thou wearest with a robe of milk.
11. Gold-hued and lovely in his course through tangles of the wooli
he flows:
Stream forth heroic fame upon the worshippers!
12. On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping vat
he flows:
The Rishis' sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him.

DECADE IV Soma Pavamana
I. For Indra flow, thou Soma, on, as most inspiring drink, exceeding
rich in sweets.
Great, most celestial, gladdening drink!
2. Make high and splendid glory shine hitherward, Lord of food, God,
on the friend of Gods:
Unclose the cask of middle air!
3. Press ye and pour him, like a steed, laud-worthy, speeding through
the region and the flood,
Who swims in water, dwells in wood!
4. Him, even this Steer who milks the heavens, him with a thousand
streams, distilling rapturous joy,
Him who brings all things excellent.
5. Effused is he who brings good things, who brings us store of'
wealth and sweet refreshing food,
Soma who brings us quiet homes.
6. For, verily, Pavamana, thou, divine! endued with brightest
splendour calling all
Creatures to immortality.
7. Effused, he floweth in a stream, best rapture-giver, in the
longwool of the sheep,
Sporting, as 'twere the waters' wave.
8. He who from out the rocky cavern with his might took forth the red-
refulgent cows--
Thou drewest to thyself the stall of kine and steeds: burst it,
brave Lord, like one in mail; yea, burst it, O brave Lord, like one
in mail!

PART SECOND
BOOK I
CHAPTER I
Om. Glory to the Samaveda! to Lord Ganesa glory! Om.

I Soma Pavamana
1. Sing forth to Indu, O ye men, to him who now is purified,
Fain to pay worship to the Gods!
2, Together with thy pleasant juice the Atharvans have commingled.
milk.
Divine, God-loving, for the God.
3. Bring health to cattle with thy flow, health to the people,
health, to steeds,
Health, O thou King, to growing plants!

II Soma Pavamana
1. Bright are these Somas blent with milk, with light that flashes
brilliantly,
And form that shouteth all around.
2. Roused by his drivers and sent forth, the strong Steed hath come:
nigh for spoil,
As warriors when they stand arrayed.
3. Specially, Soma, Sage, by day, coming together for our weal,
Like Surya, flow for us to see!

III Soma Pavamana
1. The streams of Pavamana, thine, Sage, mighty one, have poured them
forth,
Like coursers eager for renown.
2. They have been poured upon the Reece towards the meath-distilling
vat:
The holy songs have rung aloud.
3. Like milch-kine coming home, the drops of Soma juice have reached
the lake,
Have reached the shrine of sacrifice.