A brush with the spirit world
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A brush with the spirit world

The spirit had been answering their questions fine when suddenly it fell silent and refused to answer one particular query.

india Updated: Sep 27, 2003 18:29 IST

This is not a fictional account. I might have to change the names of people that I make a mention of just in case they desire it to be so. Rest all is true but there is obviously no way that I can prove that to you. The only motive behind writing this is to share with anyone, who is just as inclined, the little discoveries that I make in my attempt to see that which is not tangible but more real than what is. I really do look forward to hearing from whosoever wishes to write back to me about one's own feelings on the 'subject'. The link for writing back is given right below my own account. I hope to write to you every Wednesday and Saturday.

I must admit that I am finding it extremely difficult to put into words that which can only be felt... how does one capture the infinite into the finite? But before I start with my attempt to do so let me tell Aditi who wrote to me from Dallas that I have written to her and she can check out my answer in the 'My response to your questions' link below.

To let you know with what perfection the Almighty has shaped up things for me, it is essential that I share with you a few experiences I had that spurred me on to find out more about the 'other world'. It was these brushes with the unseen that led me to where I stand today.

It was 1993 and I was in my second year of college.I had gone over to my friend's place for a while since my parents had gone out of station. We were regular college going kids with the major interest area naturally being the opposite sex. I can't recall even a single conversation that we might have had about either God or the spirit world. Then one fine day, a few of her batchmates decided to call a spirit through the Ouija Board. Curious, my friend volunteered to participate. "Listen carefully, if the spirit refuses to answer a query do not press for answer. That irritates the spirit," a couple of them warned her, knowing she was a 'first timer'.

They called on the spirit (I have never done that and don't even plan to ever, so don't ask me how they do it) and it came. The spirit had been answering their questions fine when suddenly it fell silent and refused to answer one particular query. Excited, my friend started to insist that the spirit answered and just as she was repeating the question again and again, the coin shot out in her direction and she felt something entering her. She can't recall what exactly happened in the next few minutes... she is told that she was absolutely hysterical telling the spirit to go away. Her friends took her to a church nearby, which calmed her down. Assuming that she was fine they left for home.

Now I was oblivious to it all since she and I were in different colleges. By the time I reached her place from college she was already fast asleep. I too slept off. Towards the evening her parents woke us up saying that they were going out and we should shut the door. Once they were gone, we sat down to have tea and were generally talking when a power breakdown happened. I lit a few candles and had just settled down to begin having my tea again when I noticed that my friend's face was pale as white and she was trembling. It was not only her face, but there was something nasty in the air that gave my stomach a funny feeling. It felt as if some invisible entity was standing right next to us and would take shape any moment. The back of my neck felt a strange crawling sensation.

"What happened?" I asked her, my heart pounding like crazy. Now, I was a chicken-hearted person myself but as she narrated the whole incident to me, I thought firmly that no matter how it scares me, I am not leaving her alone in this and so, holding her hand firmly, I chanted the Gayatri Mantra. Not that the spirit (or call it what you may) went away for good but atleast for then the chanting helped us to retain our cool and finally calmed down the disturbance that we felt so strongly in the air.

I was still not sure if what we felt was actually there or was just our imagination working overtime until we went off to sleep in the night. While I made my bed on the floor, she climbed up on her bunk bed and in a little while we were both fast asleep. Those days, I used to be a sound sleeper, the kinds who once having slept off get up only in the morning. But that night, God knows what happened that I got up in the middle of my sleep and though I didn't want to disturb my friend after her evening ordeal, I strongly felt that I must anyway ask her if she was fine.

"Listen, are you fine?" I asked softly.

"Just had a very bad dream and got up terrified. How did you know?" she asked.

"I don't know. Just felt it. You want me to switch on the lights or something?"

"I was very scared a moment back but now that I am re-assured that you are right here with me, I can go back to sleep peacefully. Thanks." That was probably one of the most heart-felt thanks that I have ever heard.

"That's fine honey. Wake me up anytime you feel scared OK? I am right here," and I too slept off, content in my new-found knowledge that when we truly love a person a strong bonding develops which helps us connect, especially in times of deep distress. Though this incident confirmed my suspicion that we were not imagining it all, there was some negative force lurking around, it also made me believe that the positive is always there, more powerful and ready to help you if you are receptive to it. It is all a matter of intensity and faith.

My friend's parents had to eventually take her to their native place where their family guru resides. She tells me that he had asked her to look into his eyes, which were all shades of soft blue, and she had felt great peace within her. Since then, she has been fine but that was not the last encounter that she had with the other world. The next experience was to come her way via me.

Tell you about that in my next write-up, on Wednesday, October 1.

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First Published: Sep 27, 2003 15:36 IST