The other day I came across these haunting lines by the poet Rumi:
"Death has nothing to do with going away. The sun sets, and the moon sets, but they are not gone."
There is the promise of (for want of a better word) immortality here, and this set me off on a path of recollection and reflection, as such words are wont to do at my age. A couple of incidents in my personal life came to mind, which may give some tangible meaning to Rumi's thoughts; this piece explores this idea.
About 15 years ago, a tree fell on me in the middle of a severe snow storm in Shimla. I suffered grievous injuries but survived, after months of hospitalisation. While I was laid up, my wife (in the tradition of all good Indian wives) went to consult a very learned gentleman who is internationally respected for his ability to read horoscopes and divine the future. After studying my horoscope for a few days he told her that I would recover completely, that the falling tree had actually saved my life by averting a bigger accident. He explained that at the time I was under the influence of "markesh dasha", a celestial arrangement (in Vedic literature) in which death is almost certain. But it's what he went on to say further that is the trigger for this blog: that nature would never harm me because in my previous birth I had been a mendicant in these very same Himalayan forests, and had lived and died among these trees. (For the record, I had never been to Himachal before 1976, when I joined my training at Shimla).
Fast forward to six months later, when I had started to walk again, with the help of braces and a stout stick. Neerja and I decided that, as my first trial, we would drive to Hatkoti (about six hours above Shimla) and walk from there to a holy place called Giri Ganga, five kms away through a thick forest. The locals regard this place almost as highly as Haridwar, and it is where the ashes of their loved ones are immersed in the stream that flows there. Neither of us had ever been there before, but as we neared Giri Ganga I just KNEW that I had been there before. I started telling Neerja what lay beyond every bend before us, where the prayer platforms were located, where the bridge would cross the stream, where the little temple was- all long before we had even set eyes on them! Neither of us could explain this, but the words of the wise guru in Shimla came to mind. And now Rumi, and some reading on this subject, the results of which I would like to share with the reader.
Literature is now emerging about the continuance of life after death, and the influence of our past life experiences on our present behaviour. This is being made possible by a fairly new discipline in psychiatry called hypnosis regression therapy where the psychiatrist takes the patient, under deep hypnosis, back to his or her past life, to reveal hidden details and facts which could have a bearing on his/her present life. There is a second strand to this mysterious phenomenon- the "near-death" or "out of body" experience (NDE), where the person medically dies, leaves the body but returns to it to live on because his ordained hour has not yet come. I find these allusions to previous lives and the twilight zone utterly fascinating, comforting and disturbing at the same time.
There are quite a few books on this subject now, by authors (usually psychiatrists) such as Dr. Melvin Morse, Paul Perry, Jenny Randles, Peter Hough, Denise Linn, Jenny Cockell; but the book which is the gold standard on after-lives has to be Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian Weiss. Weiss's book is a years long study, carefully documented, of the many lives lived by one of his patients, Catherine. In her sessions with the doctor she recounts, with startling detail, as many as 17 of her previous lives, spread over many centuries. For those who find it difficult to believe this, let us remember that just about every major religion postulates some form of reincarnation or rebirth, whether on this earth itself or on some plane called Heaven, Paradise, Jannat, or whatever. Reincarnation and the in-between planes are integral tenets of the Jewish Kabbalistic literature, which are hundreds of years old. Why then should we be surprised that the experiences of a few individuals seem to corroborate something we implicitly believe in, or at least do not question as part of our religions?
The first window to the "other world" is provided by those who have experienced NDE, and these experiences are remarkably similar: they all report leaving their body, hovering over it and observing the events below with detachment, feeling a sense of panic, anxiety, temporal and spatial distortion, moving towards a bright light, and then being asked by a hooded figure- "elders" or "masters" according to Catherine in Weiss's book- to return to their body because it is not yet time for them. According to a 2005 article by a French psycho-analyst, Chris French "Near death experience represents evidence of the immaterial existence of a soul or mind, which leaves the body upon death, and provides information about an immaterial world where the soul journeys after death."
It is this "other" or "immaterial" world which Weiss and the others explore and document in excruciating detail with their patients. One remarkable experience, common to all NDEs, is that some souls leave the body temporarily but are told to return because they have not yet completed the "learning" process: they can cross over to the celestial other world only when this process is complete. This aligns very well with the Hindu belief of birth and rebirth, in which the soul or "atma" undergoes a series of births till such time it is completely purified and purged of all negativity, and only then can it become one with the "Brahmand", ending the cycle of birth and death with its entry into "Swarg" or Heaven. It also corresponds nicely with the concept of Purgatory in Christianity, where the soul undergoes a phase of expiatory purification to cleanse it of its sins and make it ready for entry into Heaven.
It would appear that people are quite often reborn in the same place and social milieu where they existed in their previous life (though this is not necessary every time). Catherine confirms this to Dr. Weiss and identifies many persons in her present life as persons she recognizes from many of her previous lives. Does this explain the feeling of "deja-vu" people sometimes experience when they meet someone for the first time but feel that they have met before, or go to a new place and feel that they have been there before? (Like my experience in Giri Ganga). I don't know, but it is strangely comforting to learn (or believe) that we can, after death, rejoin those loved ones who have gone before us.
The subject of the after life is an intensely personal thesis and a matter of belief, but it IS one where science and religion appear to be converging as we continue to learn more about it from the experiences of people like Catherine. For me the primary lesson from these books is twofold : One, Death is not the end of life, the soul is the eternal traveller. Two, respect that fateful moment when the soul of someone you love transitions from the material to the spiritual state, for this is a moment of intense trauma, confusion and apprehension for the soul : it is leaving the familiar and heading for the unknown. It needs our support, love and warmth at this terminal moment- sit with the body, hold its hand, murmur words of love and care- the body may be without life but the soul is still very much there, reluctant to leave on its final journey. Do not run around, shouting and screaming, or making phone calls or summoning relatives. There will be a time for that. But right then create an ambience of calm, of serenity and quietude, make it easier for the departing soul to leave, not more difficult. Stay with it, in mind and body, till the end, for it is not the end; you will probably meet again in another life.
As a wise man said: We are not human beings going through a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.
Some would say that "afterlife" should not be mistaken for transmigration; that nothing passes to the next life except the force of accumulated karma saṃskāras.
ReplyDeleteBrian Weiss holds that post death the soul experiences a review of the life lived and our accumulated karma while analysing how much distance we travelled in this lifetime towards our unique soul mission that transcends many lifetimes. Based on this review the soul is gently guided towards choosing its next earthly manifestation so that the mission highest is reset for the next lifetime and the next until we evolve to a level where we recognise this deep connect even in our earth life and attain the soul mission to Nirvana.
Delete20 cases suggestive of reincarnation by Ian Stevenson (freely available to download in pdf) is a scholarly work on reincarnation cases studies around the world, which includes, Brazil, Srilanka, Alaska, India and several other countries. Of course, Stevenson is not the rock star that Weiss is but he writes very convincingly. Worth a read.
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ReplyDeleteI got goose bumps as i read this piece because i have always been fascinated in life after death and Dr Raymond Moody's research on NDE coupled with Brian Weiss's fascinating many miles many masters just fuelled my curiosity all the more! I can never forget the day some 30 years ago when i came across a girls from Kinnaur in the Heritage Gaiety club of Shimla and she narrated how her memories of her past life had complicated the lives of two families- one from her present life and the other from the past life! She would find comfort in being with the past life family that had grown in years but had shared life experiences! With patience, love and the passage of time these memories weakened and so did the related complications! Infact, while my mother was being treated for cancer and related complications in various hospitals, i was surprised to learn that Tara Memorial Institute had initiated research to explore the linkages between a person born under a particular star configuration and their likelihood of getting cancer! Such predictive analysis willy nilly would rely upon data trends that transcend the current boundaries of life time as we know it. Often prodigious talent is attributed to previous lifetimes of honing it... This article has given me the comfort of knowing that i am not alone in this quest of trying to link the uncanny dots of seemingly unrelated events, flashes of memory from an unknown place, sudden congeniality with a stranger etc into a comprehensible pattern! Fascinating...
ReplyDeletePlease read the corrections in the above as Many lives many masters.. And there was just this ONE girl from Kinnaur!
ReplyDeleteAnother book that recounts a maharashtrian mother's deep anguish and painstakingly realising her desire to reconnect with her twin sons after their tragic accident is vividly captured inThe Laws of the Spirit World' by Khorshed Bhavnagri. This book tells us about automatic writing, spirits and life after death. This book is based on the author's own life. In 1980, Khorshed Bhavnagri and her husband after they lost their sons in a car accident.
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ReplyDeleteThe sense that I have met this person before usually gave me pleasing feelings till I heard Sadguru. In one of the training sessions Sadguru told that the Aadi Yogi can recall moments from his previous lives in other forms of life from amoeba onwards. Myself having experienced many déjà vu while travelling to different places on the planet, I keep wondering whether I was there as a human being or as a different organism. Ditto for many people I meet. Some certainly appear to have met me in a lesser form of life.
We had this boy with us who we heard told his parents about his previous life's wife and sons. His parents checked it and found it true. Samrat I learnt after 2 years of leaving that place was killed along with his father riding a scooter in an accident. He must be 16 then.
ReplyDeleteThe strongest of us become weak in apocalyptic moments and once the dyke is breached, we head towards the paranormal for succour. That to which the horoscope readers, astrologers, exorcists and soothsayers hold esoteric rights.
ReplyDeleteIf all religions, rituals, worship, beliefs and prayers are harmonious to the concept of destiny, then it was preordained for the villainous pinewood to land itself upon Mr. Shukla, come the moment. As was it for him to survive that landing. To my untrained and ignorant mind then, it is unfathomable how a worse mishap was averted and the crashing tree, from a destructive offender became an angelic saviour.
Whatever the explanation, I am indeed pleased that we have Avay Shukla in this life to regale us with his piquant wit. Was it the credits of his past life’s mendicancy, or the crashing conifer’s benignancy that his funny bone stayed intact?
Being illiterate in the matters of Life and After-Life and downright terrified of the In-Between, I will not tread that path.
Mr. Patankar does have a delightfully erudite and mordant way of pillorying all and sundry, particularly me! I for one wait with bated (baited?) breath for his weekly take-me-downs. One thought about my past mendicancy in the mountains, though: there is another gentleman who (by his own admission) was also known to meander in the mountains and has since become a Prime Minister. It is good to know that the Himalayas produce more than just water and electricity !
ReplyDeleteI must acknowledge that I hold over you the unfair advantage of “second mover”. The creator not only bleeds his mind and heart into his writing, but has to accept the likes of us to latch parasitically onto his work and suffer our remarks - most thrown from our pedestal of superiority.
ReplyDeleteI was reminded as you were of your own superlative blog of the past where we had discussed threadbare the life and times of mendicants.
We had high-fived then on one more commonality among these “ramta jogis” - that they were deep into their own Tapasya - not mandatorily the meditating one, but definitely the mesmerising one under 22 years, with symmetry past compare that made iron-willed men despair.
I was therefore concerned when you chose to walk the Missus - of this life - to the forests you had roamed in your past existence. What would have happened while you were narrating, besides the curves and bends, your depth of meditation to her and lo! came across an ethereal beauty pining away wistfully beneath a - pine??!
I cannot summon the guts to go further; the confluence of Past, Present and the Interim - petrifying as it is - is nothing contrasted with the combined wrath of two women, from two lives.
Trust you, Avay, to switch to south paw unbeknownst. But nice!
ReplyDeleteSo much nicer to switch to the gentleness of departures than to contemplate the unremitting narcissism of one who courts persecution.
And so many excellent comments! To add to which I have none.
However, as a subject close to ageing marrow, brought upon especially by absence, herewith some brief recollections from the seventies, touching upon the subject at hand ...
- Your accident, in Bongland (my home), could have been spoken of as "Phanra katlo" - meaning precisely what was interpreted to Neerja, as averting a worse fate. Except that it was a pretty close call, so I wonder.
The reassurance that your travels as a mendicant have immunised you from worse, is, if you think back, somewhat cold comfort for the long long months of revival and healing.
- Then in the seventies, there was a disturbing film titled ‘The Reincarnation of Peter Proud’ and a gripping recount of a young girl’s reincarnation called 'Audrey Rose'....both perched in the 'Horror' category.
- And of course unmistakably, Richard Bach’s ‘What the Caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly’. . .
But this hauntingly evocative poem, of contested ownership, but compulsive reading nevertheless, is rendered even more so because the poem's "first four lines are engraved on one of the stones of the Everest Memorial, Chukpi Lhara, in Dhugla Valley, near Mt. Everest. Reference to the wind and snow and the general theme of the poem, the absence of the departed, particularly resonate with the loved ones of those who 'disappeared' in the mountain range to whom the memorial is dedicated"....
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.
(disputed authorship : Claire Harner/ Elizabeth Frye)
Reference for the above from wikipedia/ internet
ReplyDeleteVery touching, Kabir. Especially knowing, as I do, that your words come from the depths of a deep personal tragedy. Keep the faith, old friend.
ReplyDeleteBy resorting to the supernatural and wanting me to believe that you sincerely think that you were quite literally born again, I feel that in some not-so-subtle way my intelligence is being insulted. I do hope that I will be able to continue to hold you in high esteem as I have all these years.
ReplyDeleteMr. Shukla - you will need to be reborn a few times if you wish to escape a dissed reader. Falling timber can be avoided, not a furious commenter. Such blanket unacceptance to a topic that probably transcends Time and Space bewilders me. You have lost your seat in his council of stature after years of ensconcement; what will restore you there? Try a rebirth...
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