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Anie’s mother was narrating to me some kind of history with the help of a photo book. As she turned the next page of this book, I felt something unnerving running down my spine. What could it be? I came a little closer to the page that I have recently flipped into. Yes, now I could sense something eerie about the picture in front of me. It was an image of an ancient Hindu temple. No, I couldn’t get a glimpse of the full view of the temple. Rather, it was like a thumbnail of the temple’s Gopuram. At first the picture appeared in the black and white form. But as I leaned closer, the monumental tower started blazing in golden yellow. And all of a sudden, in a jolt, I was there! There, right in front of the temple that I had seen in the book.
It’s a stretch of barren land on all sides. Probably the main temple is somewhere close-by. What was to my front is only one of the smaller shrines that belonged to the same temple. I looked around. The place seemed devoid of life, even plants. The sweat drops rolling down my face reminded how hot the day was. It was then that my eyes fell on the goriest creature that I have ever seen. It was sitting quietly inside the small altar. With a deeper peek, I could make out it was only a human. Yes, I meant it was! I knew that this lady had lived in the past. Her figure was just a collection of ashes. She was sitting upright with one of her legs folded at the knees and the other stretched out. Though unpleasant, I was not scared or shocked about what I was seeing until my eyes caught that unburnt part of her legs that was stretched out. Sheesh! What creepy thing!
But what caused that bloodcurdling in me?
Because there came about two revelations. One that I knew that this lady had lived in the past and when she was burnt alive, a small area on her leg did not get burnt or decayed, though it should have been several years since this incident must have happened. That meant some part of her is STILL ALIVE! The second revelation was yet more alarming – that the lady I am talking about all these while was ME!
It was getting bloody frightening and I wanted to run and run and run till I can forget what had happened just awhile before. But I was standing there, at the same place, as though hooked onto the ground. It took sometime before I could console myself of being left alone in this unknown land with such ghastly sights. Slowly, it felt I should explore where I have landed upon, who this lady could be and why I sync her with my being. But as I said before, there was no life to be seen around. Yet, I thought I should move out of the temple to know more.
For the first time since I’ve thumped on this land, my feet moved and I reached the entrance of the temple, facing the long road ahead of me. Still there wasn’t anyone visible till the farthest that my eye could see. But I knew, by some way, that the spot where I was standing right now was the exact place where I was burnt alive. The fury of the incident seemed like deepening within me. I didn’t feel the pain or the burns, just the impression of the scene.
A few minutes passed.
Now I began walking through the road. It was a dusty street; people walking to and fro the temple, a lot were women and children. My instinct wanted to stop-by and talk to people about the lady in the temple. But I realized they couldn’t visualize me as I did. It hit me! Perhaps, I am doing a time travel. I am back several hundred years before and all these people I can see had lived before like the lady but no more available to converse with me now. What do I do now? How do I show myself to these people? None seemed to notice me. It felt disappointing.
I was quietly observing the bullock carts, the busy men and women. All men worked hard, carrying loads of trading stuff. They looked hurrying here and there as if it’s getting late to get back home. From distance, I spotted a woman carrying her child on her waist. As they paced near me, I made a fond gesture towards the child and Aw! To my surprise, the infant smiled at me. I sprang to my feet at once and tried stopping the lady. She gave me an annoying look and walked past me. Well, that means, I am visible now! I thanked whatsoever brought this change and tried my luck to talk to people. A few good souls responded though I am not going to write here the whole conversations I had, in order to maintain at least some brevity 😉
However, in a jist, this is what I understood from the villagers as I strolled through the streets. It was a beautiful village filled with wonderful hearts except a few who did that cruel act to my family. We were a small happy family adorning a simple life. For no fault of our’s my husband was killed by the dons of the village. I was dragged to the temple entrance and was set ablaze. And our poor little daughter was left alone!
Something in me became restful. Perhaps, the purpose of my exploration got fulfilled. However, the injustice done to the lady made me so furious and at the same time my heart felt heavy with sadness for the lady and her little girl. I would have loved to explore this scenic village more if not for my weariness of having walked long.
And I woke up.
Though an indiblogger contest triggered me to write this post, this is my real life experience of a spontaneous past-life recall in a dream. Yes, I was narrating a dream of 2005 all along. The fear and confusion of having stranded alone in an unknown place, the scary revelations of creepy things where in fact I had been involved, and then a strong compulsion to explore the whereabouts of the place and incidents, meeting the then villagers – a powerful dream, indeed!
Well, you saw your past life. So what now? How can you be sure it’s your past life? First of all, why do you want to get into the past?
Read my answers here.
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Woman With Child – http://fineartamerica.com/featured/mother-and-child-2-salomi-prakash.html