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Adi and Praja

Chapter 6

Issue 49: The garden and the desert

Because he had lived only thirteen years his time to go back to earth and continue his work there came soon, and after 53 years he was born again on Earth – in America this time.


(The Garden and the Desert)

AP 49 Sri Lanka 2011 (199)Adi saw the mind of someone who had been a landscape and garden architect during her life on Earth. She knew everything about hills and rocks and trees, and in which forms trees would be growing when they got older, and what were the colors of all trees and smaller plants in different seasons, and how such colors would follow each other up when the weather changed. She had designed bountiful gardens, especially in tropical and subtropical countries, with a variety of palm trees and flowering broad-leaf trees, and little brooks and creeks and gurgling mini-waterfalls. Even as a little girl she had always loved gardens and when she was four she said to her mother that she wanted a garden for herself and that it would be the most beautiful garden in the whole world. It was not the first time that she had this profession. She had done it in England in the seventeenth century, and even in ancient Egypt. Every corner of her gardens would always have some flowers of different kinds in harmonizing colors. There were also spice garden s with cinnamon and pepper and coffee and long vanilla orchids. At other places she had selected trees and shrubs and herbs which were distinct for their smell and formed delightful smell-gardens. Some parts of her gardens would be dense with shrub and forests, other parts had a more open landscape. Some parts were dry, others moist or seasonally inundated, there were ponds and lakes, and on some trees grew all kinds of orchids. All this attracted a large variety of butterflies and birds and even bats, so there was sound and color and movement all around.

It had always been her ideal to create a landscape where everyone who entered it would reach quietude and happiness or even enlightenment, and would conclude that God was present in everything: in the rocks, the flowers, the trees, the mosses, the waters, the clouds. But what she could accomplish on Earth with limited financial means and under bureaucracy and circumstances in general was but a faint reflection of her ideal.

After her death, and after only a short and dreamy stay in the emotional stardust world she died there also while looking back on her past life and understanding hints of her future earth life, and woke up in the World of the Good Mind. Adi saw the landscapes and gardens which she produced there from her mind. It was a tropical mountain garden surrounded by snow topped mountains and watered by cool rivers full of colorful intelligent fishes which consciously adored the beauty around them. The trees and flowers were of a type of matter that is much finer than anything on Earth – and they were continuously changing in color and form and were radiating like the clearest gemstones in each of which shone a hundred suns. Through the stems of the trees she saw their vital atoms in the form of billions of sun-bright silver-green stars stream upwards through channels under the bark and from the leaves down trough their transparent amber-like wood. She saw vitality received form the Sun Himself flow down. The flowers had hundreds or thousands of petals of an equal number of different colors and from each petal she looked at again hundreds of flowers with thousands of petals arose and moved and circled. And all this happened at least a thousand times per second – still she could clearly see and follow it with her mind. All flowers, as well as all other beings: trees, brooks, creeks, stars had a voice and sung in unknown tones and timbres which very far surpassed all choirs and musical instruments on Earth, and humbled the greatest composers and performers we know from our history on Earth. Even Johan Sebastian Bach would have been inspired by it – but he was somewhere else, composing in his mind fugas and toccatas and psalms and passion music surpassing BWV numbers by the power of a thousand and to be heard by humans on earth only in the remote future. But to that she paid no attention, because she was entangled in her own mind only.

Perhaps there were sounds that resembles veenas, the holy lutes of India, or uds from Iraq and violins from Europe and pipas from China, or like trumpets and horns and bells, flutes and oboes and clarinets and organs, but they were all made of wood and snares and metals that had their own noble and ideal tone according to its own living heart, and the woods, metals, snares and velvets like tablas with 9,431,437 tone variations sung on their own behalf. – in harmony with the thoughts and feelings of the players in her mind. None of the music was romantic, nor rude. Everyone who saw the gardens and heard the sounds was immediately lifted into an intellectual and spiritual ecstasy – and concluded that all this together was the attire of the omnipresent Logos and God and praised “Him” (or “Her” because the experience was light-years beyond the concept of gender) – who was nowhere and everywhere – just as invisible even for those in the World of the Good Mind as on Earth. More than three thousand years she meditated in and on the garden and its sounds. Then finally, for her also, came the time to return to Earth, to resume the world she hadn’t finished there better than ever, and start new works.

AP 49 India-Nepal 1991 17 Thar Desert, RudiAdi also saw the mind of a man who had been a camel driver in the Thar desert in Rajasthan. On earth he had not learnt to read and write, and had lived hundreds of years before the invention of anything like modern technology. As part of his job he often stayed alone in the desert with its few shrubby bushes alone with his animals for days or even weeks before he would meet anyone to talk to. In the silent nights his mind often soared up to the stars and thought about them and what they would mean – what was the character of their souls – while he felt that every star and planet had a different soul, or heart, or character and could contain enormous stores of wisdom. In the nightly desert there was hardly ever any other sound than the quiet ruminating of his camels, and he listened to the silent voice of his own soul. After his death he almost immediately rose to the stars, who now seemed to – or actually did – teach him personally about their cosmic wisdom, and so his mind became the mind of a wise man, who, when again on earth, could not be misled by any false thought or theory or emotion, and thus he became the pivot of stability for those around him – though he never spoke many words.

Adi went on and on, as a witness and observer to higher and higher worlds, to the Sun and beyond; and then he returned, via the planets, back to the earth body he had left, in his dream, on Earth. It had not died. It had waited for his return. All this had, in human terms, taken at most two weeks, but in terms of experience it could be called eons. Adi woke up from his dream, and with flames rising from the top of his head, stood before his parents. “Your time has nearly come,” they said.


[The Third Dream of praja]

The Boy with the Elephant’s Head


The Third Dream of Praja

The Boy with the Elephant’s Head

You remember that Praja’s last dream ended in a nightmare, when her beloved son was beheaded, and then given the head of an elephant in stead. That of course is only a story.

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