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Soul Hustle - part 1
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The skin of my right foot, feels all wrong always. This is how I was born. The right foot looked if it had burnt and damaged. The right side of my body, in perpetual pain. Even internal organs somehow along with my increasing age seemed to have deceased within before I even turn twenty five.
The organs had to be removed ofcoz but the autopsy on those dead organs revealed them to be akin to organs of an aged woman, a battered one at that. The birthmarks on the right side of the abdomen looked like as if cut by a sword.
Often I have wondered sitting within the confines of my comfortable home, how did I come to this? Bound within the house, the vivid dreams that have now started coming even during the day light, and memories of something that I have not endured.
My soul feels tired, alone, sometimes frightened yet many a times brave. My tears flow at some random thoughts or memories that are not even mine.. or are they?
So many questions unanswered,I have myself a quest. To find meaning to my life. My readings became more and more intense, spiritual, scientific and sometimes reading upon even on the dark side.
I understood few things from my extensive reads. Our body is just a vessel to the indestructible energy called as our soul. The physical body dies and the soul moves on. Sometimes it immediately finds a new vessel and at times it waits for the perfect vessel to come. But with every new vessel, the soul remembers previous happenings of it's old vessel. It is the new body that is unawares and relearns how to live again.
At times the soul is revengeful and wants vengeance even though it is in the new body. At times like these the new body has the scars of the soul's past life. These are called birth marks that the new body is born with.
Having understood this concept I joined the pieces together.
I had died violently in my previous birth.
I needed vengeance or atleast my soul needed some closure.
I had to somehow know more about my past life and make my this miserable life better.
I then set on yet another journey. This one was more spiritual and I knew somehow where I had to go. I let my soul guide me , and I listened to it.
It guided me to the Himalayas, and that is where I went. I packed my present life in a suitcase, bidding adieu to the hardly ever so there bits of something called family and friends that I had none.
Picking up my suitcased life, I embarked on my journey of self discovery, of finding the story of my past life. I reached Uttrakhand in the May of 1992. There was a group of pilgrims headed towards Kedarnath. I joined them. Once on the foothills of the magnanimous mountains I felt at home. There was no more a heart wrenching tug at the soul. It was as if I knew this place, I belonged. I split from the group. I knew this journey had to be done alone now. I started walking along side the beasts of burden. They carried their burden on their beaten body and so did I lug my broken soul, meagre possessions of my present life in a bag pack and a battered me. Both of us beaten, but still not giving up,trekked silently side by side.
It was painful, in the beginning,but like the darkened clouds parting from the sky, giving birth to a new clear sky, the cobwebs from my mind departed. There was a semblance of clarity and I started experiencing more of what my soul felt. Magnificent !! Like the Himalayan mountains…
But there was, no is more than these humbling experiences. Join me in part 2 of this journey coming up next week! Till then enjoy and do not forget to comment as how you liked my works.Happy and joyous weekend.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
The skin of my right foot, feels all wrong always. This is how I was born. The right foot looked if it had burnt and damaged. The right side of my body, in perpetual pain. Even internal organs somehow along with my increasing age seemed to have deceased within before I even turn twenty five.
The organs had to be removed ofcoz but the autopsy on those dead organs revealed them to be akin to organs of an aged woman, a battered one at that. The birthmarks on the right side of the abdomen looked like as if cut by a sword.
Often I have wondered sitting within the confines of my comfortable home, how did I come to this? Bound within the house, the vivid dreams that have now started coming even during the day light, and memories of something that I have not endured.
My soul feels tired, alone, sometimes frightened yet many a times brave. My tears flow at some random thoughts or memories that are not even mine.. or are they?
So many questions unanswered,I have myself a quest. To find meaning to my life. My readings became more and more intense, spiritual, scientific and sometimes reading upon even on the dark side.
I understood few things from my extensive reads. Our body is just a vessel to the indestructible energy called as our soul. The physical body dies and the soul moves on. Sometimes it immediately finds a new vessel and at times it waits for the perfect vessel to come. But with every new vessel, the soul remembers previous happenings of it's old vessel. It is the new body that is unawares and relearns how to live again.
At times the soul is revengeful and wants vengeance even though it is in the new body. At times like these the new body has the scars of the soul's past life. These are called birth marks that the new body is born with.
Having understood this concept I joined the pieces together.
I had died violently in my previous birth.
I needed vengeance or atleast my soul needed some closure.
I had to somehow know more about my past life and make my this miserable life better.
I then set on yet another journey. This one was more spiritual and I knew somehow where I had to go. I let my soul guide me , and I listened to it.
It guided me to the Himalayas, and that is where I went. I packed my present life in a suitcase, bidding adieu to the hardly ever so there bits of something called family and friends that I had none.
Picking up my suitcased life, I embarked on my journey of self discovery, of finding the story of my past life. I reached Uttrakhand in the May of 1992. There was a group of pilgrims headed towards Kedarnath. I joined them. Once on the foothills of the magnanimous mountains I felt at home. There was no more a heart wrenching tug at the soul. It was as if I knew this place, I belonged. I split from the group. I knew this journey had to be done alone now. I started walking along side the beasts of burden. They carried their burden on their beaten body and so did I lug my broken soul, meagre possessions of my present life in a bag pack and a battered me. Both of us beaten, but still not giving up,trekked silently side by side.
It was painful, in the beginning,but like the darkened clouds parting from the sky, giving birth to a new clear sky, the cobwebs from my mind departed. There was a semblance of clarity and I started experiencing more of what my soul felt. Magnificent !! Like the Himalayan mountains…
But there was, no is more than these humbling experiences. Join me in part 2 of this journey coming up next week! Till then enjoy and do not forget to comment as how you liked my works.Happy and joyous weekend.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
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