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Monday, May 30, 2011

A long wait.

Lydia put on one of her favorite pink dresses, dabbed some her husband Sam's favorite lavender perfume on her wrist, wore her string of pearls and diamond studded brooch,placed her soft lacy handkerchief in her purse, took a handful of her son Stu's favorite chocolates,wore her heels, picked her parasol and walked towards the railway station. She was expecting them to reach the station by the 3.40 p.m. express.

People at the station took a look at her and then averted their eyes, this was no longer an unusual sight for them. Lydia has been coming to the station every afternoon for last 5 years expecting her husband and son to arrive by late afternoon express from Stuttgart. She waited till the last of the passengers got off the train, her eyes searched every coupe for her loved ones, but they never showed up.With a heavy heart she got up and went back home.
The next day she got dressed, left her house and waited for them again.People felt sad for her so they did not bother her.
Exactly 5 years ago her husband and son, were going to arrive by the 3.40 express, but there was a big train crash. Both of them died in the crash.The shock was too much for her to handle, she did not even grieve for them, she was not ready to believe what had happened. Instead she created a reverse time loop for her that would make her relive the events only till the time she waited for them at the station and the rest of the painful memory got lost somewhere in her subconscious mind.
Years passed by, she developed tuberculosis because she rarely ate, her mother had to forcefully feed her at times, to keep her alive.

On August 28th 1958, she waited as usual, the express arrived on time. Her husband and son got off the train. They rushed towards each other, hugged and wept. The reunion was long since due. After shedding joyous tears for each other, the two of them gestured her to get into the train with them, she joined them and then the family took off.
For Lydia it was a release from a prison to leave her body that held painful memories of the past. Now she knew we as beings are never separated from our loved ones, we meet them again in different realities or in different bodies, the love we feel for each other never dies, it remains with us and we experience it over and over again in different forms.

Then she saw brightest lights around her and  she went into a very deep sleep. when she opened her eyes, she saw herself in the tiny body of a little girl, she was lying in a wooden basket, her mother was digging potatoes from the ground, and talking to her in baby language.Her mother's eyes reminded her of her husband. An older man came close to them with a rake in his hand, he was her father, she chuckled with glee and threw her legs in the air in excitement, seeing her son again. They were now in Poland working as farm labourers.

This time they chose to know the fulfillment of being close to the earth and living with less resources but more contentment and love.

Fistful of gratitude

Okuno was an old fisherman who lived in a tiny village by the river in North Japan. His wife Aoi was a thin frail 60 year old woman. Okuno left in the morning, went by the river, caught little fish, sold it to the village vendor and bought liquor and rice.

Aoi knew of him well, she tried hard to save some money for a rainy day but his habits did not allow her that margin. It was a poverty ridden life with half filled stomachs and frosty cold weather.
She cooked rice frugally and survived mostly on left over catch that Okuno brought home, by the end the week the rationed rice ran out. The last fistful of rice she carried to the river and threw it in the water and the next day Okuno caught plenty of fish and made enough money to buy more rice for coming week.

The ritual continued till Aoi got really sick one day. She had no strength left in her body to take care of the house and Okuno. He was working hard now, he left early in the morning to catch fish, returned home by the afternoon to cook a meal for his wife and himself. When he started running out of rice, he mentioned his helplessness to Aoi. She asked him take take the last fistful of rice by the river and offer it to the fish.
He did not understand her reasoning, he told her " you are sick and I don't have enough money to buy more rice, why do you want me to throw the last bit into the river?"

Aoi said "My grandmother told my mother once 'When we give back what we receive from nature with gratitude in our heart, the universe showers us with more".
"I have been doing this for last forty years of our lives, when the last bit of rice is left in our reserves. I go by the river and offer it to the fish and river, thanking them for providing food on our plates, Next morning by some unspoken rule, you caught more fish and brought rice home for the next week, this has been going on for last 40 years".

Okuno kissed her ailing wife's forehead, knowing the last bits of loving wisdom from her would keep him warm in harsh winter to come.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Cause and Effect

Diego was a handsome young man with perfect muscular body, bronzed skin and chiseled features everything was perfect except for one thing. He had thorns on his head instead of hair.It made him look something of a monster. Since his childhood people made fun of him because of thorns on his head.They harassed him and made him cry. This made him bitter and angry from inside.He was angry with the world.
It made him very unhappy, doctors or healers had no answers or solutions for him.
He was growing more and more unhappy by the day. Finally he decided to pay a visit to the wise old man who lived by the countryside. Everybody said he would know the solution to his weird problem.
The old man after hearing his problem said "There is only one solution to your problem, every time you feel angry about thorns on your head,think about flowers", saying this he left the building.Diego stared at the door and pondered over the unimaginable solution offered to him. He thought the old man is making fun of him like others.

Desperate times ask for desperate measures, so he decided to pay heed to the old man's advice.Soon it became his habit every time he had angry thoughts about the thorns on his head he replaced them with replaced them with thoughts of  roses, lavender, daisies, any kind of flower he could think of. One morning he looked into the mirror and found a few rose buds appearing on his head, puzzled, he cut them off. Morning after, his head was covered with roses instead of thorns.
He wore a hat to cover the bouquet of flowers that grew on his head and ran to the old man. Diego yelled " I followed your advice thinking it will make my thorns disappear, but look what do I have growing on my head  now ", saying this he took off his hat.
The old man replied " So it worked ! look all the thorns have disappeared from your head."
Then he added, " I know you are feeling frustrated and helpless, but I must tell you everything has a cause and effect, your mother was very angry when you were in her womb, because your father had abandoned her, she passed on those angry thoughts to your brain, which appeared as thorns on your head when you were born.When other children teased you it made you angry, and those thorns kept on growing. By the time you were a grown man you had big thorns growing on your head.Now you are recirculating that anger every time you look at your hair or feel frustrated about it. Your unhappy and angry thoughts propel them to grow.It is a chain of negative emotions, a cycle of cause and effect, more angry you got more they grew. More they grew, angrier you became. So now seeing these flowers I know you have broken the cycle of cause and effect and a new chain a new possibility a new vortex has opened. Which has a positive affirmation to it, give it sometime and see the change."
Diego did not understand much but he left feeling lighter and less discontent. On his way he noticed women were looking at him  differently.The flowers on his head were accentuating his features giving him the appearance of an angel.With thorns the same face that reflected monstrosity now flowers are giving the vibe of an angelic being to him.

A few weeks later he found a nice friendly girl, she accepted him completely and a rapid transition came over him.He was no longer unhappy or an angry person. He felt joyous when he woke up in the morning and went to bed with gratitude in his heart.
On his wedding day his bride noticed what a  handsome man Diego is, with his lustrous dark hair and chiseled features he truly looked like a Greek god.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Tree of life.

In a small coastal village of Mediterranean Spain, there was a tree that grew on an isolated hillock.
This tree was very unique. It had no leaves, flowers or shoots, all it had was big and heavy branches and lot of wax constantly oozing out of those branches, dripping down.

Nobody knew how old it was, whether it ever had any leaves or who planted it it. All they knew was that it was always there, visible in the skyline. Little children were the first ones to accept its produce, they started shaping little wax balls from the oozing wax and played with it.

Slowly all the villagers started using that wax to light their homes in the night.The wax produced a bright golden flame.  Some started carving beautiful candles out of it. Some became traders of the wax , and it became a source of living for them.

With time the entire village depended on the tree's wax for their livelihood.
The tree kept on growing bigger and taller, it reached so high that one day it reached the heaven.
The moment it touched the heavenly light it was transformed, new leaves and shoots started appearing on it enormous branches.
The next morning villagers were woke up to blissful fragrance of roses, a fragrance so beautiful
and enchanting that they could not get enough of it.Finally the source was discovered, the village wax tree had transformed, into an enormous rose bearing tree.Its branches were loaded with beautiful bunches of fragrant pink roses. However, the villagers were not so impressed by this sudden transformation.

Infact they were angry that their source of livelihood is gone. When one's privileges are suddenly taken away, anger is a common response.
They were furious and wanted to cut the tree from its roots. The old wax tree was listening to it, heartbroken, he pleaded with the gods in heaven to help him. They told the tree that it has been transformed from inside now, after being touched by the heavenly light and no one can ever destroy it now.
The angry and selfish people who tried cutting off  the branches were surprised. More they cut more it grew. Soon the tree grew twice its earlier size, and the not so selfish beings who were coaxed to cut it were transformed the moment they got close to the tree. Something inside them filled up with so much love and contentment that they dropped their saws and axes and wept unceasingly.

The village was no longer the same, it was drenched in the fragrance of the heaven, it had the love of the universe floating in the air. No human, animal, plant was left unchanged. The village underwent a catharsis. A day later  rains dissolved the tree into nothing, just the way it had appeared out of nowhere.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Deserving Seeker.

Amete was a bright young boy trying to learn how to embalm bodies so they can be preserved perfectly.
Somehow whenever his trainer let him take charge of the bodies they decomposed rapidly and he would feel embarrassed in front of other trainees. He had a strong desire to get better at his job and so he tried observing and scrutinizing every little detail of the procedure but the end result remained the same.The bodies would decompose and crumble within weeks.

So he decided to take an extreme step. He asked his trainer to embalm and lay a corpse inside a crystal casket so he can observe each and every change that took place in the body after the burial.Everyone warned him not to exercise such extreme measures but he was adamant. He went into the pyramid with the embalmed body lying inside the transparent crystal casket.And he observed day and night, sitting still.

First the bandaged body swelled a little, then a strange pale dusty greenish white fungus appeared all over the body that was wrapped and bandaged tightly. The fungus slowly turned rusted brown in color then dark liquid oozed out which was consumed by the beetles that were carefully left  behind in the casket; they died soon after consuming the liquid.

As the body  dried and tightened the oil and frankincense used to stuff the body  squeezed out slowly through the drying and tightening layers, creating a beautiful glaze all over the body. The body then looked like a perfect sculpture of the deceased.He was mesmerized by the beauty of the process.He dug himself out of the pyramids and promised to create the most beautiful embalmed mummy.
His process was near perfect now, yet some part of the mummies would still dry and disintegrate.He was truely frustrated with the lack of results.


He concluded he had mastered the technical process yet something was amiss, that segregated regular embalmed bodies from those perfect mummies resting in the pyramids.He went and sat on the pyramid and asked for guidance. For weeks no response,no vision no breakthrough happened. Yet he persevered.

One day there was a dusty evening storm; people rushed into the security of their homes. Amete sat there undeterred. After the violent swirling winds moved off the top of the pyramid, absolute silence descended then he heard a distant echo of masters talking and he saw clearly what was amiss.

He saw how the masters of embalming bodies could see the threads of light connecting the bodies to universal force that gets pulled off after death, leaving the body like a dark empty sac. The masters intervene during the last stage of this slow withdrawal of the life forces.When the last strand started pulling off, they would cut the cord of light with energy cuts. This process left a portion of last bit of life force in the corpse.These bodies remained clean, fresh and well-preserved because of the life force left in it. On such bodies embalming worked perfectly.

After the storm ceased and calm air descended, Amete came down and without any loud proclamations and started practicing what he had learned. He left a minor part of the last strand of life force in the dead bodies and preserved them with perfection. He could now recognize the bodies that had lost all life strands and he would politely refuse to embalm them. His knowledge was now complete.

The deserving and true seeker was rewarded with true knowledge in the end.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Magical river of the night.


Krishna Shringaar was a magical river that flowed through the kingdom of Awashti. The legend was that the river had magical properties that transformed ordinary human beings into magical ones. If a person took a bath in the holy river he would glow with ethereal beauty and grace during the day and in the night his body would turn into luminescent dark blue colour just like the waters of the river, which was the colour of Krishna's body, and he would begin to emit celestial light in the dark, his body would glow like flames covered by  translucent glass.

Princess Mitali was fascinated by these stories and strongly desired to be eternally beautiful by bathing in that river. The only difficulty was, the river was invisible during the day, it appeared only in the darkness of the night, like iridescent dark blue clouds descending into the valley. It would only appear to a true seeker, one had to look for the river by himself in the night, alone in deep dark forest. No two people had ever seen the river together.

Mitaali expressed this desire to her father, he got extremely worried about her . He was well aware of the dangerous creatures lurking in those dark forest. but princess' desire for the eternal beauty surpassed all fears. He finally had to give in, but he sent some of his best soldiers to guard the princess.

The moment they stepped into the shifting jungles they were separated from the princess, alone she waded through treacherous dark valley. She kept walking till the darkest hour of the night, when she heard the thundering sound of the river descending. Few yards away was the glowing dark blue river flowing with all its magical beauty and force.

As she inched closer she encountered a glowing blue Seer, at first she thought it was a tall lamp by the river side, a closer look revealed it was another being who had bathed in the divine waters of Krishna Shringaar. She went closer and bowed to him.He asked her why she wants to bathe in the river, she expressed her desire to be eternally beautiful. Seer laughed and said "The divine Krishna Shringaar does not reveal itself to everyone, only the deserving ones get to see it, you must have done some great deeds in the past to have earned such great fortune. Please go and plunge yourself into the flow of the divine Krishna himself."

Elated she jumped into the dark blue glowing water, she felt something transforming in her. Her whole body started emitting celestial light, she felt everything in her being was cleaned and washed to the core. Her body felt pure and pristine like a temple.Then she looked up and saw the glowing dark night-like river descending from the heavens like a galaxy.

Rotating slowly and falling down very very slowly.She felt her heart slowing down with its rhythm, she started hearing the music of the stars and the universe. She was so filled with the slow ecstatic movement, that her life as a princess felt like just  a miniscule  part of herself and her desire to be eternally beautiful,  a very trivial whim. She was so caught up in the flow of the magical Krishna Shrigaar that she could not pull herself out of the fulfilling beauty of the moment. She stayed in the river for eternity and lived on as the fountain of youth that cured and gave a new life to the sick and infirm.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Beams of Enlightenment.

In a village of southern France there was a small but very beautiful church. No bigger than a cottage. It was not a popular destination, very few knew about it, or visited it regularly.Nobody in the village knew who built it or how old it was.

It was the most amazing work of art and devotion put together. All the walls and the roof of the church were made of glass. The most exquisite glass paintings of angels, demons, saints and gods. When the light traveled through the coloured glass paintings of the church, different beams of coloured light converged together right in the middle of the room to form the most bright silvery white cross of light.

What nobody knew was, that  at a certain time of the day when beams of light converged in the center of the church, at that  place if one stood with the cross of  light forming at his heart he could be catapulted into a very  high vibrational state of consciousness.

People in the village had neither interest nor inclination to explore the church and its magical beauty.
The church was ignored and abandoned by all.

One late afternoon drunk Omego Versailes sauntered into the precinct of the church. He had lost his wife years ago, after his son abandoned him in his old age, he took to drinking.He had nothing in his heart but pain and deep grievances with God.

He walked into the church, stood at the very spot and abused God with all the anger and spitefulness brewing in his being, when he was done he cried out with the deepest pain buried in his heart. When all the tears were spent a wave of still emptiness engulfed him.

He stood there and saw the beauty of the church around him, the glass paintings, Jesus on the cross, they all looked so alive, so beautiful and they exuded enormous love.For the first time in his life he shed tears of love for the beauty and divinity around him.  It was late afternoon the rays of the sun converged and formed the most radiant silver cross of light on his heart. His heart filled with joyous ecstasy. A state so graceful, so complete, so joyous, so radiant that his body could not handle it. His being exploded out of his worn out frame and floated into infinity.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Inverted trauma.

Esther was puzzled, whenever she looked at herself in the mirror she saw an inverted image of herself. It has been this way since her very childhood, she never saw an upright image of herself. At first she thought that's her true image, but by looking at others around and touching her own face, she concluded that her face too was normal and upright like others.

What bothered her was this weird problem, she was afraid to share it with anyone. She thought people might take her to be a lunatic. With time she grew restless and wanted answers. The uniqueness of her problem made her really curious. She decided to find her answers. She knew of a very old and knowledgeable woman who knew about everything on earth.She decided to pay her a visit.
One late afternoon she went and sat  in her garden and instructed her servants not to disturb her, then she sneaked out straight to the old woman's house by the curb. The grand old lady was very warm and helpful, she told her the remedy. "Tonight when the moon is full, light a candle by your bedside, hold your photograph upside down and burn it. Add the ashes in a bowl of milk with sugar, drink it and sleep, and you shall find your answers".

At the hour of midnight she was woken up from a nightmare. She saw herself as a young woman hanging upside down over the Colosseum of Rome, inside the closure on the ground, were three hungry lions, waiting for her to drop down.She could see the inverted face of her spectators, some had fear and excitement, some had a malicious glee, some had a sadistic grin, some were indifferent.

They were shouting and cheering waiting for her to fall into the enclosure.As the rope was snapped off she fell down hard, her skull cracked open and hungry lions ravaged her body. Her last memory of that lifetime was of the inverted faces of those spectators. It was so acutely painful that it traveled in her memory to her lifetime as Esther.

She shrieked in terror as she woke up, her old maid came to her room to comfort her. She drifted back to sleep.
In the morning when she went to wash her face she saw her own image upright for the first time.She ran to the grand old lady's mansion to thank her.What she saw was beyond belief, her mansion was a dilapidated ruin, that old woman had died decades ago.

Then where did she go the other afternoon? whom did she talk to? These questions haunted her.She was shocked, what she did not understand was that our energy body has the capacity to travel to different worlds and realms and extract solutions to our problems and work out issues.She slept that afternoon in the garden and met the old lady in the etheric space.

We can find answers in our sleep, there we are not limited by our physical bodies. In that realm, we are free beings that can connect with different worlds, regions, universes and other beings. That's how some of the greatest inventions and discoveries are first made, in our dream state. When we can  access akashic records or information is revealed to us by higher beings from different realms, we remember it when we wake up in the conscious world. If we ask with a true and clear intent before going to bed we can find answers to our questions in our sleep. Meditation does the same thing, only difference is that the process takes place in a higher state of awareness.





Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The Black Swan

Rani Roopmati's palace was surrounded by a beautiful lake and green trees. During rainy season Lotus flowers created a heavenly site at the lake.She loved her garden, one day she desired to introduce Rajhansa (Royal Swans) along with other birds in the lake. Few days later several pristine white Royal swans were released in the lake. The White Swans were happy with their new abode.

Rani loved the site of the lake and felt she must introduce at least one black swan to avoid the evil eye.Hence came the one and only Black Swan in the lake.He was given extra care and special food because it was believed that the Black Swan would take all the bad things upon himself.


Black Swan thought he must be truely special, these White Swans are so ordinary. He thought the white swans are jealous of him and he constantly squabbled and fought with peace loving white swans.White Swan dealt with him patiently and overlooked his ignorance.

One day flesh eating worms attacked the Black Swan behind his wings and were spreading fast, troubled by all the itching Black Swan desperately nipped and plucked on his own flesh with his beak.But his beak could not reach the hidden spot. The White Swans noticed that he needs help to get rid of those worms, but he would not trust them to help because he considers them his enemies.They decided to trick him. Every day a cluster of White Swans would swim around the Black Swan pretending to pick up a fight with him.

  The Black Swan would immediately engage in a skirmish because he was convinced that the jealous Swans want to fight with him. In the moment of confusion the smallest bird of the lake hid beneath his wings and pulled out those nasty worms. In a matter of few days same routine was followed till all the worms were removed.


The Black Swan was eventually healed  and the White Swans took a sigh of relief, partly because a fellow Swan was relieved of his pain and partly because the disease may have spread and affected the rest of them.

The oldest of the Swan pondered over the incidence, and thought to himself "What good is such foolish arrogance, that blinds you from recognizing friends. In such ignorance one mistakes true well wishers as your enemies".