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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Ghost Stories / Paranormal
- Published: 12/21/2015
Inspired by a book written by a Tibetan lama, I developed a fascination of capturing dreams in memory and tried to find answers to it. Those were the dreams that come to us during sleep. This process used to be mentally strenuous. However, I was keen to make it a habit and practiced it on a regular basis. Everything was going fine and I succeeded in remembering many dreams that come to me eventually. Most of the times I asked questions to myself to verify a proper image of the astral plane. It was mentioned in the book that our spirit leave the body during the sleep and visits astral plane. The spirit remains connected to the body with a silver cord though. However, my main motive was to enhance the capabilities of third-eye in me.
Gradually these activities ushered me to some kind of spiritual connections. And I started to see various signs, words and images in my dreams. Once I had a terribly frightening dream, where I presumed to have visited the land of Satan. Months went by and I grew a fondness towards loneliness. With time a belief of spirituality developed in me. I never used to meditate in the typical manner the great saints do. But everything was shaping into strangeness in my characteristics. Often I used to walk inside my living room, looking towards the mosaic floor of its. For some reason or other this act made my spiritual believes stronger. The small pieces of colored stones glittered like stars in front of my eyes, as I loved walking on those with the belief of crossing several constellations. One fine morning I woke up and looked through the window outside. It was the time of dawn and the road looked empty from people. I could only hear the chirp of birds from distance. Suddenly I saw someone walking across the pavement, which would have been a normal sight for me on another day. But, on that specific morning the person looked a bit hazy to me with an extra glow on the surroundings of his body. This was similar with all the faces I observed on that entire day. Everything had partially mesmerized my mind and excited me with the thought of viewing human aura. But I couldn’t make out anything of it, even if it were true auras that I have seen. However, the expectation of sighting such things again and again did not last long because it was back to normal vision when I woke up the next morning.
Certainly these happenings were confusing the insight that I had about God. Situations were getting far from complicated to complex. And I felt a bit arrogant with the belief of becoming close to Godliness. A guide would have shown me the correct direction on that moment. Sharing my views with someone was needed. But I failed to locate anybody who could help me out in this situation. Whatever had happened doesn’t matter a much to me till I succeed in entering the heaven. Yes, my motives had changed by now. However, things were worsening in me. Another morning while I remained sat on the sofa and glaring on the floor I drew some formulae in mind. With haste I went to my bedroom to get a piece of paper and pen. With thoughts flying in and out of my mind I scribbled two formulae on the paper, which looks like ‘Astrology – Calculations = Space’ and ‘Knowledge – Technology = Science’. It was probably for two or three days that I hadn’t had any food. But I couldn’t realize much physical troubles in me. If anything was extremely straining me, then it could only be something related to brain and nervous system. It was needless to say that those symptoms didn’t make me aware of anything. My thoughts and believes were dragging me close to a world of supernatural things. But the inner voice had always warned me from becoming famous, which could be a matter of materialism.
With a mind full of divine thoughts and concepts I took a nap on one afternoon. The sound of rainfall woke me up from sleep. I was quite happy to see the drizzling outside because it was a hot and sultry day of August. After a while as I was relaxing on my bed, voices of few men flew into my ears. They were mentioning my name and praising me equally for being a great personality been sent by God. It carried on for a while, when the next sound was to be of someone blowing a conch to address to God and recited prayers for my welfare. The sounds and voices were distracting my deepest ego. It seemed that I had violated the words been spoken by my inner voice.
Like a crazy man I rushed to the other room and rested on the sofa. Yet the unknown voices kept creeping into my ears from distance. I couldn’t believe even for a single moment that people were praising me. They wanted me to come under the limelight of materialistic life. I heard the voices of people discussing among themselves that:
- He defeated Satan in the game of gamble. - He has fulfilled desire of the poor farmers - Look the superpowers are taught a lesson after a long time by a simple lad. - We all must visit him. He is Son of God.
This was simply driving me to craziness and I felt like a sinner amid the situation. I wanted to repent for everything that had happened because the outside world shouldn’t have known about me. For the entire night, voices of various types flew into my ears from unknown locations. Sometimes I also heard the sounds of people celebrating the occasion by beating drums. It seemed that the world was ready to dance and do anything that I would advise them. But my conscience never wanted to accept this fame and glory of mine, which was somehow attached to holiness. The sound of clock ticking at my room had pricked my mind and heart simultaneously for the entire night.
I could see the morning lights seeping into the room through the windowpane. The day didn’t rescue me from listening to the voices of strangers and their voracious appraisals about my achievements. At some point of time on the day few voices flew into my ears, which weren’t of strangers’ anymore. Yes, I could recognize them because those were the voices of my relatives and other family members who were living in my hometown at that moment. Even they couldn’t stop themselves from praising me. It was getting into an appalling condition for me gradually. At one point I started to weep as my surroundings were making me feel guilty of the happenings. Then the next moment I rushed out of my house and walked to the house in neighborhood. Someone came out after a while when I rang the doorbell. And I screamed at the top of my voice saying that they must stop all this immediately or the consequences won’t be good.
They were completely baffled by my strange behavior. After a while I heard a voice asking me ‘What should we stop doing?’ and I replied loudly ‘Stop these publicity that you all are making about me.’ Luckily they knew me from before and could assume that something had seriously gone wrong. I kept mumbling few words to myself from which they discovered that I must have been suffering from some kind of mental problem. That night the voices of strangers had reduced flowing into my ears as I stayed in that neighbor’s house. But everything didn’t dissipate from my memory and mind till I was taken to a psychiatrist the next morning. With various thoughts floundering in mind and strange voices hitting my eardrums occasionally I gave the silliest answer to him when my age was asked. I was twenty-four, but told him that I am fifty years old. He prescribed few medicines for me after checking my blood pressure and judging me by asking few questions to test my memory about past.
It took almost a week for me to be all right. The voices of strangers praising me weren’t ready to leave. And it was hard for me to believe that those are all unreal. However, everything had reduced and started to get better for me. But, the prescribed medication has to go on with change of dosage from time to time. Later, I noticed the prescription of the psychiatrist and found out that all these long-term treatments were due to the mental illness known as paranoid schizophrenia.
A Litany Of Voices(Shibabrata Sen Chaudhury)
Inspired by a book written by a Tibetan lama, I developed a fascination of capturing dreams in memory and tried to find answers to it. Those were the dreams that come to us during sleep. This process used to be mentally strenuous. However, I was keen to make it a habit and practiced it on a regular basis. Everything was going fine and I succeeded in remembering many dreams that come to me eventually. Most of the times I asked questions to myself to verify a proper image of the astral plane. It was mentioned in the book that our spirit leave the body during the sleep and visits astral plane. The spirit remains connected to the body with a silver cord though. However, my main motive was to enhance the capabilities of third-eye in me.
Gradually these activities ushered me to some kind of spiritual connections. And I started to see various signs, words and images in my dreams. Once I had a terribly frightening dream, where I presumed to have visited the land of Satan. Months went by and I grew a fondness towards loneliness. With time a belief of spirituality developed in me. I never used to meditate in the typical manner the great saints do. But everything was shaping into strangeness in my characteristics. Often I used to walk inside my living room, looking towards the mosaic floor of its. For some reason or other this act made my spiritual believes stronger. The small pieces of colored stones glittered like stars in front of my eyes, as I loved walking on those with the belief of crossing several constellations. One fine morning I woke up and looked through the window outside. It was the time of dawn and the road looked empty from people. I could only hear the chirp of birds from distance. Suddenly I saw someone walking across the pavement, which would have been a normal sight for me on another day. But, on that specific morning the person looked a bit hazy to me with an extra glow on the surroundings of his body. This was similar with all the faces I observed on that entire day. Everything had partially mesmerized my mind and excited me with the thought of viewing human aura. But I couldn’t make out anything of it, even if it were true auras that I have seen. However, the expectation of sighting such things again and again did not last long because it was back to normal vision when I woke up the next morning.
Certainly these happenings were confusing the insight that I had about God. Situations were getting far from complicated to complex. And I felt a bit arrogant with the belief of becoming close to Godliness. A guide would have shown me the correct direction on that moment. Sharing my views with someone was needed. But I failed to locate anybody who could help me out in this situation. Whatever had happened doesn’t matter a much to me till I succeed in entering the heaven. Yes, my motives had changed by now. However, things were worsening in me. Another morning while I remained sat on the sofa and glaring on the floor I drew some formulae in mind. With haste I went to my bedroom to get a piece of paper and pen. With thoughts flying in and out of my mind I scribbled two formulae on the paper, which looks like ‘Astrology – Calculations = Space’ and ‘Knowledge – Technology = Science’. It was probably for two or three days that I hadn’t had any food. But I couldn’t realize much physical troubles in me. If anything was extremely straining me, then it could only be something related to brain and nervous system. It was needless to say that those symptoms didn’t make me aware of anything. My thoughts and believes were dragging me close to a world of supernatural things. But the inner voice had always warned me from becoming famous, which could be a matter of materialism.
With a mind full of divine thoughts and concepts I took a nap on one afternoon. The sound of rainfall woke me up from sleep. I was quite happy to see the drizzling outside because it was a hot and sultry day of August. After a while as I was relaxing on my bed, voices of few men flew into my ears. They were mentioning my name and praising me equally for being a great personality been sent by God. It carried on for a while, when the next sound was to be of someone blowing a conch to address to God and recited prayers for my welfare. The sounds and voices were distracting my deepest ego. It seemed that I had violated the words been spoken by my inner voice.
Like a crazy man I rushed to the other room and rested on the sofa. Yet the unknown voices kept creeping into my ears from distance. I couldn’t believe even for a single moment that people were praising me. They wanted me to come under the limelight of materialistic life. I heard the voices of people discussing among themselves that:
- He defeated Satan in the game of gamble. - He has fulfilled desire of the poor farmers - Look the superpowers are taught a lesson after a long time by a simple lad. - We all must visit him. He is Son of God.
This was simply driving me to craziness and I felt like a sinner amid the situation. I wanted to repent for everything that had happened because the outside world shouldn’t have known about me. For the entire night, voices of various types flew into my ears from unknown locations. Sometimes I also heard the sounds of people celebrating the occasion by beating drums. It seemed that the world was ready to dance and do anything that I would advise them. But my conscience never wanted to accept this fame and glory of mine, which was somehow attached to holiness. The sound of clock ticking at my room had pricked my mind and heart simultaneously for the entire night.
I could see the morning lights seeping into the room through the windowpane. The day didn’t rescue me from listening to the voices of strangers and their voracious appraisals about my achievements. At some point of time on the day few voices flew into my ears, which weren’t of strangers’ anymore. Yes, I could recognize them because those were the voices of my relatives and other family members who were living in my hometown at that moment. Even they couldn’t stop themselves from praising me. It was getting into an appalling condition for me gradually. At one point I started to weep as my surroundings were making me feel guilty of the happenings. Then the next moment I rushed out of my house and walked to the house in neighborhood. Someone came out after a while when I rang the doorbell. And I screamed at the top of my voice saying that they must stop all this immediately or the consequences won’t be good.
They were completely baffled by my strange behavior. After a while I heard a voice asking me ‘What should we stop doing?’ and I replied loudly ‘Stop these publicity that you all are making about me.’ Luckily they knew me from before and could assume that something had seriously gone wrong. I kept mumbling few words to myself from which they discovered that I must have been suffering from some kind of mental problem. That night the voices of strangers had reduced flowing into my ears as I stayed in that neighbor’s house. But everything didn’t dissipate from my memory and mind till I was taken to a psychiatrist the next morning. With various thoughts floundering in mind and strange voices hitting my eardrums occasionally I gave the silliest answer to him when my age was asked. I was twenty-four, but told him that I am fifty years old. He prescribed few medicines for me after checking my blood pressure and judging me by asking few questions to test my memory about past.
It took almost a week for me to be all right. The voices of strangers praising me weren’t ready to leave. And it was hard for me to believe that those are all unreal. However, everything had reduced and started to get better for me. But, the prescribed medication has to go on with change of dosage from time to time. Later, I noticed the prescription of the psychiatrist and found out that all these long-term treatments were due to the mental illness known as paranoid schizophrenia.
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