Years ago as a young child living on a tea estate i would wander off looking for adventure.A sensitive child who was at peace with nature. I would cycle down the hill smiling feeling the breeze caress my face. A fearlessness would overcome me. Post an hour or so it would be time to return.Now that was the hard part, I had to push my bike up the hill.It was sundown and getting chilly and my bare legs longed for the warmth of home. I finally got to the cattle trap which was a common feature on an estate where people had palatial gardens with several gardeners to orchestrate the symphony of colours.
Now, I needed to get across the cattle trap and was afraid my foot would go into the bars that were separated by space and a dark pit below.Fear always got the better of me so i crawled across and made it home.'
"Go in for your shower"i heard Mom say and obeyed almost immediately.As i undressed there were claw marks all over my body.The brigade of maids and mother came in and applied a paste of a leaf that was available locally.They said in hushed whispers that it was a ghost attack.
Little did i know then that this could be true. It all sounded so out of a movie then.
Over the years as my journey into yoga,meditation and the dynamic of an inexplicable force governing the universe grew so also did my understanding of the world of souls both desolate,angry and un-lived emerge.
A child who has minimum thought forms can feel the dynamic of pixies,fairies and ethereal beings yet as parents we don't seem to believe nor let them. I did find a book though on the innumerable tiny beings around us. It came with names,areas they occupied,character traits etc. So who has seen these beings to quantify them.I would see these beings as a child and sense the quaint energies of certain people i looked at with great disdain.To me these people would remain as ghouls.As i slept in my bed on the cold nights in boarding school as a child not older than 5 i would feel angels and fairies float near the night lamp and feel them accompany me to the tiny pot placed in our dorm as i sleepily made my way down my double decker bed.
To all those parents out there I write, let your children feel and dream. For todays children are children of light more in sync and allowed to feel and believe than we were.In my next article i will write about the children of light.
Now, I needed to get across the cattle trap and was afraid my foot would go into the bars that were separated by space and a dark pit below.Fear always got the better of me so i crawled across and made it home.'
"Go in for your shower"i heard Mom say and obeyed almost immediately.As i undressed there were claw marks all over my body.The brigade of maids and mother came in and applied a paste of a leaf that was available locally.They said in hushed whispers that it was a ghost attack.
Little did i know then that this could be true. It all sounded so out of a movie then.
Over the years as my journey into yoga,meditation and the dynamic of an inexplicable force governing the universe grew so also did my understanding of the world of souls both desolate,angry and un-lived emerge.
A child who has minimum thought forms can feel the dynamic of pixies,fairies and ethereal beings yet as parents we don't seem to believe nor let them. I did find a book though on the innumerable tiny beings around us. It came with names,areas they occupied,character traits etc. So who has seen these beings to quantify them.I would see these beings as a child and sense the quaint energies of certain people i looked at with great disdain.To me these people would remain as ghouls.As i slept in my bed on the cold nights in boarding school as a child not older than 5 i would feel angels and fairies float near the night lamp and feel them accompany me to the tiny pot placed in our dorm as i sleepily made my way down my double decker bed.
To all those parents out there I write, let your children feel and dream. For todays children are children of light more in sync and allowed to feel and believe than we were.In my next article i will write about the children of light.
