Originally posted by: AKHIAWAL
Ok it was amazing chapter.Will manan meet?Superb.Cont soon.
Originally posted by: aseelashah
It's super intriguing chapter dear
Can't wait to read more
Pls update soon
Pm Milne se pehle hi pada
NANDINI RECEIVES A MESSAGE FROM HER MOTHER
Despite her success in recalling several past lives, Nandini still ached with grief. Intellectually, she had begun to accept the concept of the continuity of the soul and the recurrence of consciousness in subsequent physical bodies. She had experienced the reunion of soul companions along this journey. But memories did not bring her mother back, not physically. She could not hug her and talk to her. She missed her mother dearly.
As Nandini came into the office for the session, Dr. Dhawan decided to try something different, something he had done with varying degrees of success with other patients. As usual, he would help her achieve a state of deep relaxation. He would then guide her in visualizing a beautiful garden, have her walk into the garden, and rest. As she was resting, he would suggest that a visitor was joining her in the garden and that Nandini could communicate with this visitor in thoughts, voice, vision, feelings, or in any other way.
Everything that Nandini experienced after this point would come from her own mind, not from his suggestions.
She sank deeply into the familiar leather recliner and quickly entered the tranquil hypnotic state. Dr. Dhawan counted backward from ten to one, deepening her level even more. She imagined herself walking down a spiral staircase. As she reached the bottom of the steps, she visualized the garden in front of her. She walked into the garden and found a place to rest. Dr. Dhawan told her about the visitor, and they waited.
After a short while, she became aware that a beautiful light was approaching her. In the quiet office, Nandini began to cry softly.
"Why are you crying?" questioned Dr. Dhawan.
"It's my mother. ... I can see her in the light. She looks so beautiful, so young."
Now speaking directly to her mother, she added, "It's so good to see you." Nandini was smiling and crying at the same time.
"You can talk to her; you can communicate with her," he reminded Nandini. He did not say anything more at this point as he didn't want to interfere with the reunion. Nandini was not recalling a memory, nor was she re-experiencing some event that had already occurred. This experience was happening now.
The meeting with her mother was taking place vividly and emotionally in Nandini's mind. That their reunion existed so powerfully in her mind conferred a considerable degree of reality to her experience. The potential to help her heal her grief was now present.
They sat quietly for several minutes, the silence sometimes punctuated by small sighs. At times he could see a tear roll down Nandini's cheek. She smiled frequently. Finally, she began to speak.
"She is gone now," Nandini said very calmly. "She had to go, but she will be back." Nandini remained deeply relaxed with her eyes still closed as they continued to talk.
"Did she communicate with you?" asked Dr. Dhawan.
"Yes, she told me many things. She told me to trust in myself. She said, 'Trust in yourself. I have taught you everything you need to know!"
"What does this mean to you?"
"That I must believe in my own feelings and not let others influence me all the time . . . especially men," she replied emphatically.
"She said that men have taken advantage of me because I didn't believe in myself enough, and I let them. I gave them too much power, robbing myself at the same time. I must stop doing this."
"'We are all the same,' she told me. 'Souls are not male or female. You are as beautiful and as powerful as any other soul in the universe. Do not forget this; do not become distracted by their physical forms.' This is what she said."
"Did she tell you anything else?"
"Yes, there is more," she answered, but did not elaborate.
"What?" He prodded.
"That she loves me dearly," Nandini added in a delicate way. "That she is fine. She is helping many souls on the other side. . . . She will still always be there for me. . . . There was one more thing."
"What is that?"
"To be patient. Something will happen very soon, something important. And I must trust in myself."
"What will happen?"
"I don't know," she answered softly. "But when it does, I will trust myself," she added with a resolve Dr. Dhawan had never noticed in her before.
***
NEXT: Manik, a priest who studied stars and the heavens.
Originally posted by: aseelashah
Thank you so much for updating this fast dear.Now I am @ a state of mind that I can't wait to read more. I am so anxious to know how Manan's meeting will happen
Pm se pehle hi yeh bhi pada .
And yuppie I am the first one
Pls update soon
Originally posted by: AKHIAWAL
Loved it.Superb it was.Thank you for this fast update.Waiting for manan meeting.Update soon!
MANIK REMEMBERS BEING A PRIEST IN EGYPT
There are many bridges, or techniques, for helping a patient remember past lives through hypnosis. One of these bridges is a door. Often, Dr. Dhawan puts patients into a deep hypnotic trance and have them walk through a door they choose, a door into a past lifetime. "Imagine yourself standing in a beautiful corridor or hallway, with large and magnificent doors on either side and at the ends. These are doorways into your past, even into your past lives. They may lead you to spiritual experiences. As I count backward from five to one, one of these doors will open, a door to your past. This door will pull you. It will attract you. Go to it.
"Five. The door is opening. This door will help you to understand any blocks or obstacles to joy and happiness in your current life. Go to the door.
"Four. You are at the door. You see a beautiful light on the other side of the door. Step through the door and into the light.
"Three. Go through the light. You are in another time and another place.
"Do not worry about what is imagination, fantasy, actual memory, symbol, metaphor, or some combination of all of these. It is the experience that matters. Just let yourself experience whatever pops into your mind. Try not to think, judge, or critique. Just let yourself experience. Whatever comes into your awareness is fine. You can analyse it later.
"Two. Nearly there, nearly through the light. When I say 'One,' be there and join the person or scene on the other side of the light. Let it all come into focus on the count of one.
"One! Be there. Look at your feet and see what kind of footwear you are wearing. Look at your clothes, your skin, your hands. Are they the same or different? Pay attention to details."
The door is just one of many bridges to the past. All lead to the same place, to a past life or a spiritual experience that is important to the person's current life situation. Elevators traveling back through time; a road or pathway or even an actual bridge through the mists of time; stepping across a creek, brook, stream, or small river to the other side, to another lifetime; a time machine, with the patient operating the control panel-these are just a few examples of the myriad pathways or bridges to the past. For Manik, Dr. Dhawan used the doorways.
When Manik tried to look at his feet after emerging from the light, he found himself staring at the large stone mask of a god instead.
"He has a long nose and large angled teeth. The mouth . . . lips . . . are strange, very large and wide. His eyes are round and set deeply and far apart. He has a very mean look. . . . The gods can be cruel."
"How do you know this is a god?"
"He is very powerful."
"Are there many gods, or is he the only one?"
"There are many, but he is a powerful one. . . . He controls the rain. Without rain we could not grow food," Manik explained simply.
"Are you there? Can you find yourself?" urged Dr. Dhawan.
"I'm there. I'm a priest of some sort. I know about the heavens and the sun, moon, and stars. I help to make the calendars."
"Where do you do this work?"
"In a building made of stone. It has stairs that circle around and small windows through which we see and measure. It's very complicated, but I'm good at this. They rely on me for the measurements. . . . . I know when the eclipses will occur."
"It sounds as if this is a very scientific civilization," commented Dr. Dhawan.
"Only parts of it, the astronomy and the architecture. The rest is superstitious and backward," he clarified. "There are other priests and their supporters who are only interested in power. They use superstitions and fear to delude the people and maintain their power. They are supported by nobles who help to control the warriors. It's an alliance to keep power in the hands of only a few."
The time and the culture Manik remembered may have been ancient, but the techniques of control and the political alliances formed to gain and maintain power are timeless. The ambitions of men never seem to change.
"How do they use superstitions to delude the people?"
"They blame the gods for natural events. Then they blame the people for angering or displeasing the gods . . . so the people become responsible for natural events, like floods or droughts or earthquakes or volcanic eruptions. When the people are not to blame at all . . . and neither the gods. . . . These are events of nature and not the actions of angry gods . . . but the people do not realize this. They stay ignorant and fearful. Fearful because they feel responsible for these calamities." Manik paused for a few moments, then he continued.
"It's a mistake to externalize our problems, our calamities, to the gods. This gives the priests and nobles too much power. . . . We understand more about natural events than the people do. We usually know when they begin and when they end. We understand about the cycles. An eclipse is a natural event that can be calculated and predicted. It's not an act of anger or punishment by the gods . . . but that is what they tell the people." Manik was speaking rapidly now; words and concepts poured from him without any prodding from Dr. Dhawan.
"The priests hold themselves out as the communicators to the gods. They tell the people they are the only intermediaries. That they know what the gods want. I know this is not true. ... I am one of the priests." He thought silently for a moment.
"Go on," Dr. Dhawan suggested.
"The priests have developed a cruel and elaborate system of sacrifices to appease the gods." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Even sacrifices of people."
"Of people?" echoed Dr. Dhawan.
"Yes," he whispered. "They do not have to do this often, because it strikes such fear into the people. There are rituals for drowning and rituals for slaying. . . . . As if gods need human blood!" Manik's voice was rising as anger crept in. "They manipulate the people with rituals of fear. They even choose who is to be sacrificed. This gives them as much power as their gods. They choose who is to live and who must die."
"Do you have to take part in the ritual sacrifices?" Dr. Dhawan cautiously asked him.
"No," he answered. "I do not believe in them. They let me stay with my observations and calculations."
"I do not even believe that these gods exist," he whispered in a confidential way.
"You don't?"
"No. How can gods be as petty and foolish as people? When I observe the heaven and the beautiful harmony of the sun and moon, the planets and the stars . . . how can such an intelligence, such a wisdom, be petty and foolish at the same time? It makes no sense. We give these so-called gods our own qualities. Fear, anger, jealousy, hatred-these are ours and we project them onto these gods. I believe the real god is far beyond human emotions. The real god does not need our rituals and sacrifices."
This ancient incarnation of Manik possessed great wisdom. He talked easily, even of taboo subjects, and he did not seem tired, so Dr. Dhawan decided to press ahead.
"Do you ever become more influential as a priest?" he asked. "Do you gain more power in that lifetime?"
"No, I don't," he responded. "I would not rule like that if I had power. I would educate the people. I would let them learn for themselves. I would stop the sacrifices."
"But the priests and nobles might lose their power," Dr. Dhawan objected. "What if the people stopped listening?"
"They would not," he said. "Real power comes from knowledge. Real wisdom is applying that knowledge in a caring and benevolent manner. The people are ignorant, but that can change. They are not stupid."
The priest was teaching Dr. Dhawan about spiritual politics, and he could feel the truth in his words.
"Go on," he requested, after another period of silence.
"There is no more," Manik answered. "I have left that body, and I am resting."
Dr. Dhawan was surprised. He had not asked him to leave. They had not experienced a death scene, and there was no jarring or traumatic event that might have spontaneously dislodged him. Dr. Dhawan remembered that Manik had entered this lifetime in an unusual way, confronting the huge stone face of the god of rain.
Perhaps there was nothing more to be gained from examining that lifetime any further, and Manik's higher mind knew this. And so he left. He would have been a marvelous ruler.
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NEXT: Nandini has a dream centered around in Egypt.
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