Hi Folks !
So how did you start the new year?!
I am sure with positive thoughts and vibrations!
But first things first - henceforth, in all our cleansing meditations, the plastic bag shall be replaced with a bio-degradable one !
Thank you, dear alert reader, for pointing this out!
Either jute or cloth will do !
Now for some exciting news from my side -
I went through some amazing PLR sessions which expanded my understanding immensely.
A PLR Therapist is doing a Ph. D. on the topic of how much, if any, effect post-death rituals of every religion have on the just-departed-soul.
One had to take lengthy sessions of maybe 2 or 3 hours and I was of course, thrilled to volunteer and know more about my past lives connected to different religions.
The process did not take me chronologically, we went at random, jumping hundreds of years going back and forth.
My immediate past life was that of a Muslim lady whose husband had a shop selling flower decorations - 'chadars' for the Haji Ali shrine in Mumbai.
It was a joint family and all rituals were followed because they were meant to.
We women didn't have much say, nor it seemed, the men.
They were not educated and it was not important.
I watched the prayers held after my death too, and felt okay though it didn't do much for me.
There was a tribal past life in Africa a few hundred years ago where the small group of people believed completely in the medicine man and his wisdom with the leaves and roots. We feared darkness and ghosts and stayed close to each other in primitive bamboo dwellings.
Life was peaceful, plentiful, slow paced and there were not many thoughts.
My wife died when some one shot her accidentally at dusk, thinking her to be an animal.
Her body was embalmed with a paste of 7 herbs so that she would stay the same for ever.
When she was buried without any wrapping or thick covering after 4 days, she looked fresh, as if in deep sleep.
When I died many years later, there was a priest who spoke strange words about the lord in heaven and I was buried in a coffin.
It upset me that I was not embalmed and wondered how my wife or the elders would even locate me and know it was me.
In another, I was a devout Catholic banker in New York in the early 20th century and had a large family.
We went to church every Sunday and did a lot of charity in every possible way.
I had a good wife, healthy children, money, a nice job, every thing, but in that entire life, the overwhelming factor was fear.
Of not being devoted enough, not giving enough, of always committing some sin or other and angering the lord who would turn his back on me and I would be flung in hell fires.
After death, I was f-u-r-i-o-u-s.
' He's not like that, ' I almost yelled at the poor therapist, ' that stupid man knows nothing. I could have done all that I did with love. There was no need to fear.'
' I wish I could show him the beauty of this place', I fumed, ' spreading lies in innocent minds and making them feel helpless -' and she said, ' Let's call him '.
Gleefully, I called him and the priest was aghast. ' This is Satan's doing, it's not true ', he howled, eyes closed tightly, still seeing, shivering.
The therapist called Archangel Michael and as soon as he appeared, our man jumped right into his arms and hugged him tightly, begging him to take him away from this fearful place.
It was not. It had the most beautiful, serene nature and immense peace.
It was he who could not see or feel it.
If your life is beautiful, your afterlife will also be beautiful.
I then saw myself to be a tribal in Peru, good in calculations and constructing and I saw myself as one of the huge number of people building temples in deep forests.
My foot slipped and I fell on stone slabs, dying instantly.
I was quite, quite annoyed with myself for this silly way I had died.
Dr K. Newton was a very senior, very learned leader there, who was at the helm.
I was a girl in a South Indian Hindu household in another past life.
It was traditional, close knit, rich and followed all the customs religiously.
There were elaborate daily rituals followed by all in complete faith that Shiva would solve all problems and take care of every thing.
I married into an equally traditional family and did the same without once doubting any of it.
After death, when I left my body, I saw others mourning and crying and wanted to tell them I was fine.
I was pleased to see them crying and missing me, could feel their love and understand the vibrations of their thoughts.
I watched as a crow came for the offerings on the 13th day and as it ate, I felt a curious sense of satisfaction in my body-less state.
Why is a crow so important in Hindu rituals performed after death?
The Therapist asked me and I answered, that on such occasions, it does not eat for itself.
The person who's died, feels good/satisfied/less guilty or unburdened or whatever the case may be.
If a crow does not touch the food offered, the relatives make various promises which they feel are keeping the dead person's soul back, like taking care of children or parents or getting someone married etc etc.
Another life saw me a Jain male from Palitana, belonging to a large, joint family, living in a large ' haveli '.
We followed all the traditions and after death, I went up in the clouds where I stayed for a while, met my ancestors, later, reviewed my life and decided to take some time before taking birth again.
This was important for the Researcher, as one particular sects of Jains believe that in not more than 4 to 5 seconds after death, the soul enters a new womb.
I told her it was not true.
There were more.
What did I learn from this?
That whichever religion or culture I was in, I thought that to be the best to keep me safe from bad luck, loss, death, hell, disrespect and so on.
I was sure it was the most powerful to give me wealth, health, power and recognition here and heavenly, eternal pleasures later.
These thoughts were powerful when I lived through the 3 lower levels of my consciousness, the animal or basic instincts.
When I slowly grew into the 4th one of compassion or love, organized religion slowly started to take a back seat.
Now intelligence has these two companions, not self-centered slyness or cravings for power and wealth.
All the readers of this blog are not here by mistake or coincidence.
All of you are also in the 4th or 5th levels, getting there!
Do you remember why we started this whole journey in the first place?
It was to enjoy creation, to experience all emotions and have fun.
There's no point hurrying through the Theme Park, which ever roller-coaster ride we are on, we should enjoy it thoroughly.
Awareness about the law of karma would ensure we do not hurt anyone while we are at it.
So go ahead and be happy!
I am off again, to do a 30 - day residential Pali language course.
So the next post will be at the end of February.
Enjoy and take care --
So how did you start the new year?!
I am sure with positive thoughts and vibrations!
But first things first - henceforth, in all our cleansing meditations, the plastic bag shall be replaced with a bio-degradable one !
Thank you, dear alert reader, for pointing this out!
Either jute or cloth will do !
Now for some exciting news from my side -
I went through some amazing PLR sessions which expanded my understanding immensely.
A PLR Therapist is doing a Ph. D. on the topic of how much, if any, effect post-death rituals of every religion have on the just-departed-soul.
One had to take lengthy sessions of maybe 2 or 3 hours and I was of course, thrilled to volunteer and know more about my past lives connected to different religions.
The process did not take me chronologically, we went at random, jumping hundreds of years going back and forth.
My immediate past life was that of a Muslim lady whose husband had a shop selling flower decorations - 'chadars' for the Haji Ali shrine in Mumbai.
It was a joint family and all rituals were followed because they were meant to.
We women didn't have much say, nor it seemed, the men.
They were not educated and it was not important.
I watched the prayers held after my death too, and felt okay though it didn't do much for me.
There was a tribal past life in Africa a few hundred years ago where the small group of people believed completely in the medicine man and his wisdom with the leaves and roots. We feared darkness and ghosts and stayed close to each other in primitive bamboo dwellings.
Life was peaceful, plentiful, slow paced and there were not many thoughts.
My wife died when some one shot her accidentally at dusk, thinking her to be an animal.
Her body was embalmed with a paste of 7 herbs so that she would stay the same for ever.
When she was buried without any wrapping or thick covering after 4 days, she looked fresh, as if in deep sleep.
When I died many years later, there was a priest who spoke strange words about the lord in heaven and I was buried in a coffin.
It upset me that I was not embalmed and wondered how my wife or the elders would even locate me and know it was me.
In another, I was a devout Catholic banker in New York in the early 20th century and had a large family.
We went to church every Sunday and did a lot of charity in every possible way.
I had a good wife, healthy children, money, a nice job, every thing, but in that entire life, the overwhelming factor was fear.
Of not being devoted enough, not giving enough, of always committing some sin or other and angering the lord who would turn his back on me and I would be flung in hell fires.
After death, I was f-u-r-i-o-u-s.
' He's not like that, ' I almost yelled at the poor therapist, ' that stupid man knows nothing. I could have done all that I did with love. There was no need to fear.'
' I wish I could show him the beauty of this place', I fumed, ' spreading lies in innocent minds and making them feel helpless -' and she said, ' Let's call him '.
Gleefully, I called him and the priest was aghast. ' This is Satan's doing, it's not true ', he howled, eyes closed tightly, still seeing, shivering.
The therapist called Archangel Michael and as soon as he appeared, our man jumped right into his arms and hugged him tightly, begging him to take him away from this fearful place.
It was not. It had the most beautiful, serene nature and immense peace.
It was he who could not see or feel it.
If your life is beautiful, your afterlife will also be beautiful.
I then saw myself to be a tribal in Peru, good in calculations and constructing and I saw myself as one of the huge number of people building temples in deep forests.
My foot slipped and I fell on stone slabs, dying instantly.
I was quite, quite annoyed with myself for this silly way I had died.
Dr K. Newton was a very senior, very learned leader there, who was at the helm.
I was a girl in a South Indian Hindu household in another past life.
It was traditional, close knit, rich and followed all the customs religiously.
There were elaborate daily rituals followed by all in complete faith that Shiva would solve all problems and take care of every thing.
I married into an equally traditional family and did the same without once doubting any of it.
After death, when I left my body, I saw others mourning and crying and wanted to tell them I was fine.
I was pleased to see them crying and missing me, could feel their love and understand the vibrations of their thoughts.
I watched as a crow came for the offerings on the 13th day and as it ate, I felt a curious sense of satisfaction in my body-less state.
Why is a crow so important in Hindu rituals performed after death?
The Therapist asked me and I answered, that on such occasions, it does not eat for itself.
The person who's died, feels good/satisfied/less guilty or unburdened or whatever the case may be.
If a crow does not touch the food offered, the relatives make various promises which they feel are keeping the dead person's soul back, like taking care of children or parents or getting someone married etc etc.
Another life saw me a Jain male from Palitana, belonging to a large, joint family, living in a large ' haveli '.
We followed all the traditions and after death, I went up in the clouds where I stayed for a while, met my ancestors, later, reviewed my life and decided to take some time before taking birth again.
This was important for the Researcher, as one particular sects of Jains believe that in not more than 4 to 5 seconds after death, the soul enters a new womb.
I told her it was not true.
There were more.
What did I learn from this?
That whichever religion or culture I was in, I thought that to be the best to keep me safe from bad luck, loss, death, hell, disrespect and so on.
I was sure it was the most powerful to give me wealth, health, power and recognition here and heavenly, eternal pleasures later.
These thoughts were powerful when I lived through the 3 lower levels of my consciousness, the animal or basic instincts.
When I slowly grew into the 4th one of compassion or love, organized religion slowly started to take a back seat.
Now intelligence has these two companions, not self-centered slyness or cravings for power and wealth.
All the readers of this blog are not here by mistake or coincidence.
All of you are also in the 4th or 5th levels, getting there!
Do you remember why we started this whole journey in the first place?
It was to enjoy creation, to experience all emotions and have fun.
There's no point hurrying through the Theme Park, which ever roller-coaster ride we are on, we should enjoy it thoroughly.
Awareness about the law of karma would ensure we do not hurt anyone while we are at it.
So go ahead and be happy!
I am off again, to do a 30 - day residential Pali language course.
So the next post will be at the end of February.
Enjoy and take care --
2 comments:
mam . thanks for accepting the suggestion of a jute bag. mam , want to share something with you.one relative of mine with whom i dont share good vibes , when she called , i felt an affinity towards her. i did hoponopono for her only for two three days . whether my sub conscious mind is working on it ? dont know .
Not many people are open to PLR. I am glad to see you volunteered to this experience. I hope you reaped the benefit of the session and enriched your soul.
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