Wanderers in Eternity – Chapter 7 (Page 4)
March 6th, 2006“She how it works! We do take our desires with us.”
“I also remember, that when I was small I got sick quite often. Mother says when I was little, I had a rash all over my body with blisters and around my mouth I had a rash.”
“Those could be memories from the previous time of death.”
“I can’t stand the smell of petrol. I would throw up every time I got order I did get over it. But I thing after I saw that Janaki in Niveli, I started getting sick again from the smell of petrol. Even now I can’t stand that smell. I would get a terrible headache from it.”
“That also is a memory. An unpleasant memory.”
“Now I am beginning to understand a lot, thanks to you, reverend. Now all I want is to see that Janaki at least one more time.”
“I understand. You want to take care of some unfinished business from that time. Did you say that the address is in Niveli?”
“Yes, reverend.”
“I know a very good doctor in Niveli. I will try to find out with his help.”
“I fell at ease and so much at peace. Actually now I don’t feel that kind of attachment like before.”
“You have realized something. You have come to an understanding about the illusionary dreamy nature of this eternal journey.”
“We die and reborn, then again die and reborn, don’t we reverend?”
“In the meantime we gather karma and suffer.”
“Are there heavens and hell, reverend?”
“We can be in so many different places, sir. On this earth alone there are so many places where we could be born. But the stream of consciousness need not always have a human body to wander in this eternity. According to our karmic forces, we are drawn and pulled to different places. From the light to the darkness and from the darkness to the light.”
“Because I came to see, a great burden had been lifted off of my head.”
“I will try to find out more about that Janaki.”
“Janaki Sundaram. She was married to one Shivankaram Appadurai. I will write down the address for you.”
Darkness had gathered outside by then. When Ajith came out of the room, he wrote down Janaki’s address in the monk’s notebook. It was doubtful whether Janaki was still alive in the chaos of the war. Where could her son be? Why was his face also so familiar?
“If you’d like to’ stay the night and go. Podiya can fix some dinner for you.”
Where I am staying, I told them I would be back tonight. Otherwise I would have stayed gladly.”
“You’d better go on then. I will try to locate that address. I have your Nugegoda address as well.”
When Ajith walked out of temple ground he felt a sudden great loneliness. As a few leaves of the Bo tree branches that extended outside the ground rustled in the wind, he looked up at them. As mentioned in the monk’s newspaper articles, could there be life forms and streams of consciousness all around this place? All that he was, was a stream of consciousness. How complicate were the thoughts born in that stream? What a chaos? What a web we weave from life to life? he thought. Now he was experiencing a memory from his previous life. It was not that easy to erase those painful memories. Janaki…. Sundaram…. The daughter he loved so much in that lifetime was now so far away. This time around, being born to a different race, he had carried a gun and gone in search of race of people who were related to him his previous life. Race was a condition one was born into only for one lifetime. They were temporary genetical heritages. everything was ephemeral. All was a dream. in eternity everything was ever chainging and impermanent.