by Prof . Balasubramaniyam
Jack was aware of all the illness which was present in the human race towards out-winning one another, but the blood bath which he heard himself and which through premonition felt he was going to witness along his path to destiny was literally stupefying.
In the next three months if Jack could concise what he saw and believed that not even with his enormous capabilities behind him, there would be no control option in his remote which can resolve the happenings and the thought that this would continue absurdly with nothing to intervene had maddening effect on him which he withstood bravely.
God sent hurricanes with fancy names which smashed a million lives in the central American countries of Honduras, Belize and El Salvador with a single swipe made by the giant tongues of mother nature, children and pregnant women in Haiti whose memories had straightened them that the only tasty food they will eat for the months to come would be the filthy beach sand rich in calcium, magnesium and phosphate imported from Kingston, natural resources which were stolen from the mineral rich areas of the Amazon valley, Brazil with the least concern for spines which carried them on their back, the Drug mafia in south American cities like Bogotá, Paramaribo and Cayenne which smothered the efforts of nascent democracies which are trying to mushroom in their countries, central and south African men who peddle virgin girls to satiate rich HIV infected business men, Governments and parallel Juntas in north west African countries which fight each other for deciding who should have the first shove at the blood irrigated mineral rich mines for precious stones, sub-Saharan nations where new viruses and other micro-organisms are tested for their efficacy as biological mass weapons by the so called technologically, industrially superior and civilized nations of the west, central and west Asian republic which are cleansing each other in the name of purity, homogeneity and holy war, schools, hospitals and refugee camps bombed on a daily basis in Baghdad, Ossetia, Kandahar and later reported as an essential exercise of collateral damage to eliminate global terrorism, the voice of people stifled so that glorious nationalism can prevail in the so called socialist south Asian countries – Marx would have hanged himself by the noose if he had reborn in one of those countries.
It was 23rd November, 2008 that day. Still with all courage Jack reached the snow clad steps of the Monastery with his mind and spirit roughened like his battered body. The Lama recognized him when he was brought inside along with the Nepalese Sherpa who had escorted him through the lofty Himalayas into the Drone pass. Jack was looked after by the monks for the 2 unconscious weeks he spent there, his dreams which suffocated him all the time during his voyage had slowly vaporized and his mind became like the rarified atmosphere of the monastery. He thought riding over the mountains was the least painful stretch of his whole journey because it only stretched his physiological limits, where has the rest had spread across his psyche to the extreme, luckily the tympanic mind had not burst yet and he was saved by the monastery. The GPRS had helped him to position all the places he traveled, but his mind was not able to position all the people he met, their emotions, their sufferings and the relationship they had formed with the universe.
After he recuperated, one misty evening, he told the lama who nursed him that he wanted to meet the Chief Lama. By that time the Lama himself was walking towards him, Jack humbly bowed before him to pay his obeisance. Before he thought of asking him some questions, the Lama spoke. He asked jack "Who are you?" Jack chuckled and said "I don't know". The Lama paused for a second and continued "What do you want?" Jack pondered and asked "What is the true meaning of life?" "Why do people suffer yet still cling to their life as though it was full of joy" Where is the all merciful God?" "If He is there amongst us, does He play dice?" A surge of energy made him think of asking the blessed Lama all these questions. But before his volition could act, he felt the Lama's hands over his vault and his thumbs on his vortex. Time had stopped. It was as though a white out had descended on him, but he was still there, a state of supra-consciousness engulfed him, now he saw, truly saw the mist clear, a million rays of sun striking and penetrating his mind and body at a single instance spreading a blissful, ever lasting and endearing joy into his spirit. He realized that his soul had been redeemed; it had fused with the universal one and her pulse was reverberating within him now. She had conveyed all her love, peace and freedom into him, he became aware of all the artificial boundaries, barriers and walls created by human exhume to nothing. None of the religions and racial symbols endured, all man-made illusions vanished, for the first time and the times to come he realized that all along every one had a chance to carry her in their wombs. We have to keep her alive just by believing in her and reaching out for her. She has this capacity to heal herself; the only thing was to have faith in her ability and to pass on her love to all across this universe.
When the experience passed out, jack was back to his conscious and understood that under all adversities in which people lived and suffered still they had time to talk, to offer food & shelter, to protect, to lend a boat, to ensure safety, to pass a helping hand, to remain silent when he needed to contemplate in his own mind, to heal with a consoling word and to sacrifice what little they had with them for his well-being, there he had at last sensed the spiritual element in those noble deeds and in the miracle of unselfish love and sacrifice which was something beyond his conscious understanding before. Now he knew that to feel this one need not be a devout believer of any religion or faith, but just had to be patient enough to listen to their inner self because it has something to say to them. For that the external noise and the inner ego had to be shut away just like what the Lama did for him. Jack felt it was almost like when he was a small child making his first awe-inspiring discovery when he was lying on the meadow and yondering at the star clad sky during silent nights. Jack took the Lama's hand and kissed them; he saw into his eyes, now there was no need for words because looks were more than words and he smiled and picked his ruck-sack and started walking down the steps and out into the world which was waiting to behold him.
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