1. Tomorrow shall we taste yesterday's lips
Before we marvel at the cenotaphs of Orcha in 10 days, we have seen it.
But if you have already read this part of the article scroll down to the next article, the next chapter…
Celia saw it 3 months ago. Swelling in her dream.
What was the strange building?
She knew not till the internet spewed out photographs of someone's trip to Orcha's Cenotaphs.And Celia knew she had seen it, though in this life, there we have not been there,
(oh, but we have, only not yesterday).And so we travel a thousand miles tomorrow, a week from now.
To Bundelkhand, 7 centuries ago. Where Celia lived. Once. And forever.A week from now we stand at the river where she once stood.
What was she?
Queen, hand maiden to Queen?
Hand feels water.
A sunrise, no it is a sunrose.
As we push the veil past. She long-undead one may feel it too.
And haunted by that seeing, a stranger may wake and snuggle deeper into her mind.
She will be more.
Her pen is dipped in dark ink, { of the other lifetime}
into bottle casting light in flickering wind,
the words speak of restless voice even as her child's cradle rocks.
And is stilled.We shall hold child as she breaks tradition
and lowers for its memory into river.
The same, unsame.I, Tarun, now use my intuition and hold tomorrow's clasp of Celia’s yesterday.
A river. A death. A mourning that never ceases
though other children shall come after.
And a bird sit on a wall.So tomorrow, 10 days from now, we will complete this missive.
Crooked written across time. Awaits us.*************************************
You understand how strange and magical it is,
even as it is wrapped in dust, night-chill.We go to Orcha to see Cenotaphs that we have already seen before.
We go to meet a Celia who lived 7 centuries ago.
A Celia that is deep in the Celia of Bangalore,
A Celia that awaits us in Orcha, once Bundelkhand.When Celia of today meets ‘Celia’ from centuries ago,
Will Celia meet memories, or… Will time meet time?
When a past self meets a future self,
One may object but you are dead, and fixed,
And the other may protest, but you are only a possibility in the future.Consider how magnificent the Now is.
To Celia’s past self, {that is already in her}, she is a future possibility.
To Celia’s current self, her past self may seem done, fixed.
But what if the Past Self’s fingers that dip into the river cause ripples to spread
in the river next to Orcha’s Cenotaphs today.
And what if Celia of today, can help the Celia of yesterday find her lost child,
What then?
For then the Celia of yesterday would have been transformed.
And that would change today’s Celia.Thanks to the distinctiveness of the cenotaphs Celia did not dismiss her dream.
Thanks to the internet presenting Celia with travel photos she knew where.
Thanks to flight & train, we can easily make the journey that centuries ago
Would have taken several months and grave dangers.This is one half of a missive,
In 2 weeks you will receive the other half.A different Celia would be part of the writing of it,
Though the past self is already here, deep in her.Ripples are spreading out.
We will be clasping another daughter to our chest.
Our first, and greatest one, Buffy,
Wraps herself lazily around the bed and a tree a kilometer away.
Incidentally for all who knew her a decade ago,
Buffy has taken on a new title, Queen Dragon,
followed by a trail of appellations.You are not reading this in a movie,
but are examining the crooked streets of time with us.
And so doors in you, shut by time, shake loose.As you feel it, experience it, do share it with us.
It will take a month for it to happen.
Now we are addressing you.
Just now You.
Not word is this but key.
You unlock you.An ancient spirit uncoils
And arrives on future wings.
Shimmering with glory.
-- Tarun & Celia Cherian, November 2023
Co-Founders, Creator's Child & Devadhara Healing
Now continued...
2. Tomorrow is Yesterday, brings Love, Sadness, and Questions
Called by a dream of Celia, where a Past Life drew her to the Cenotaphs of Orcha, we arrive here.
We begin our journey from a distance of the town of Orcha. Staying first at a hunting lodge of The Bundelkhand Rajas. Now The Bundelkhand riverside hotel.
From romantic cottages on the river, we descend to the river Betwa.
Magical you are. River… Our river, Celia feels a possessiveness.
And we are lost in the river’s mystery.
Before humans. And after humans she flows.The River, The Cenotaphs and The Questions:
From Betwa’s banks we peer at the cenotaphs through morning mist and forest leaf.
From 10 miles away we see fingers in the water as before we left from Bangalore.We see a woman and a boy, teen, son {He is 11-14?}
The woman is a mother, she has a scar, or birthmark on her face.Who is The Woman? She walks through the cenotaphs like she has a right to be there.
So she is nobility. But there are so many nobles, so many layers to the onion that is nobility.We see-hear her walk on stone. There is deep pain. Bitterness. A knife of hate.
She is mourning The Son.But who is Celia, 3-4 centuries ago?
The Mother? The Son?She paces there, there is deep pain.
Watching her, her son.
Celia cries out.
“I want to see.
But am I afraid of seeing?”
We leave the Bundelkhand summer palace. Shift hotels to one closer to the city, the monuments.
The town is a dusty town, crowded, noisy, dirty, yet studded with the incredible.The tallest temple in the world, the incredible Chatturbhuj temple, towers over the town.
Facing it are the grim ramparts of The Orcha Fort.
Beautiful iit is The Jahangir Mahal et al.
But there is a pall of sadness.
And ghosts.
The palace is so thick with ghosts.
We were planning to shift to Sheesh mahal, in the palace itself,
but the density of ghosts
keeps us in a serviceable hotel, in a mofussil part of town, rich in humanity, loud with cows & life.We go to the main palace and are literally hounded out of the Jahangir Palace.
Buffy later confesses that she, horrified by the cloud of ghosts,
Literally chased us out.
We feel bone-tired. Weary.At The Cenotaphs and More Questions:
We arrive at the Cenotaphs.
Both of us are pulled to one.
Without talking we both know which of the 7-8 cenotaphs is Celia's.
The one she haunted so.
And here the questions refuse to die down.
As man? As woman?
As The Mother? The Son?Was she mother haunted by her son’s death?
Or son, perhaps alive or maybe ghost looking after his grieving mother.There is deep agony.
Celia gets She is The Son.
But I know The Son died first and The Mother mourned The Son.
So was The Son a ghost, and he sees his mother mourning him?Yes.
We also know through intuition that Celia’s Past Life lived 350 years ago roughly.
All this is heavy.
We go out, to the places outside the cenotaphs where cheap tourist food abounds. We have feasted on Bhopal’s many delights and so the choice of magi noodles or chowmein is a little let down. But it fills the stomach. Followed by a masala chai we return to Orcha’s heart.
At Orcha’s Heart, The Chaturbhuj Temple:
The Chatturbhuj Temple is glorious, impossible.
As we sit at the feet of The Orcha temple,
I see, the woman connected to Celia in her past life, look down on the city.
A side of her wants to leap off.
But a breeze, a ghost tells her no.Was it her Son? Yes it was her Son!
The woman sees a great eye in the sky open and closes its lids in a gentle smile,
as if referencing the taking off and on off reincarnational faces.
Was the divine telling the mother of Celia's incarnation, Queen, Noblewoman, or Poetess...
"All this is Maya, I see, I see your tears,
You I have not abandoned."
We go to a tiny shrine at the back, “Here I was”, Celia says.
On the way we find a carousel that takes 360 selfies. Celia does.
The next day, being grey and rainy we cancel a reexploration of The Cenotaphs.
And go to a Laxmi Mandir. More about that later...
Connection has been made now comes the slow grating away at the locks
that keep the full richness of memory away.Piecing Things Together.
While sometimes Past Life recall is like a fusillade of missiles.
Some times like here it is an archaeologist sticking fragments together.Celia’s past life occurs during the time of Raja Indramani.
When Maharani Amar Kunwar lived.Celia was a man/ teenager then, who was connected to nobility and died young.
Celia’s mother in mourning continuously lived in a cenotaph.
Why there?
Well, she also lived in The Orcha Fort.
After Celia died, she obviously spent years as a ghost haunting her mother, who was haunted by her son’s death, the son attempted to comfort her… But did he comfort her or add to her mourning?
So what happened to the son, who was Celia?
Drowning? Poisoning? A knife? A war casualty?
Any of the above.
We know this was the time when Aurangzeb was coming to power.
As Prince or Emperor?
We know Bundelkhand was rife with fratricide, war, revolt...As we question this, the intensity of our wondering pushes the ghost that Celia was
to visit our bedroom now.
Hovering over Celia’s body.
I bind it.
Buffy, now a major spirit guide holds the old shadow of Celia down.So there were 2 Celia's in the room?
Yup.The strangeness multiplies.
So many ghosts throng our home for a week,
Celia’s past life, her mother in the Orcha past life,
And then the ghosts populating the Rajah’s Mahals too swirl in and out..
And Buffy no longer ghost but light on the way to Angel, tries to maintain order.
Like a KG class and an exasperated teacher.
That's one way of looking at it.
And there's another...
All these ghosts, unghosts, are like a play of light and shadow.
Cast from a chandelier.We see how complex it is.
Wondrously intertwined.We listen deeper…
And I hear Celia’s once mother whisper words in an ancient medieval tongue…
“The river I hear, the river hears me…”
And so the river pours through our home.
Is it today’s river?
No from centuries ago.Understanding Past Lives:
But you may ask: why relate this episode???
This past life where things are intermingled?
Because all too often people have this mistaken idea of reincarnation,
All neatly laid out…But things are intermingled.
Like a watercolour painting.
Or a bottle of wine.
They are exquisitely messy.Celia was a Son, a ghost who comforted his mother for a decade.
Was amazingly loving.
We get The Son let go of life only when he tripped his murderer/ killer
down a flight of stairs with etheric feet.
Love. Comfort. Etheric Murder.And so another moral is -- stop looking at life as a collection of things but a web... in which the sun shimmers.
Question by killing his killer was Celia's incarnation a killer? Or God's Marshal?
The Killer in that Life was a Brother in another Life.
Oh brother! This is worse than the chinese chowmein slithering on a greasy plate.How make sense of this?
We watch Celia’s soul, look at the whole pattern…
The pattern shifts from a mass of tangles into diamond facets.From Celia’s dreaming eyes it is like being in a river, with strange creatures in turbid water.
But to Celia’s soul it is diamond sparkling on a Goddess' neck.Celia’s Soul knowledge comes to her.
The swirling wondering of Celia goes to her Soul.The ghost self is freed and walks away from the mother.
The Mother leaves the mourning spot at the river and moves inward.
Freed by Celia’s attempt to grasp what she was, who she was.
The future liberates the past.One of the mistakes people make when they say they are going to God
is to say they are going from Darkness to Light.
And somehow assume that everything is all laid out...
It is not all laid out like a textbook, but rather like a poem,
like swimming in a clear sea,
where the sun and sea make wondrous dances...
Understanding does not kill things and put it into formaline...
That is the sorry understanding of yesteryear's scientists...
Understanding is saying "I know I stand under life...
And life dances on me...That is Godness ""I was whirpool going round & round," Says Celia's Soul Spark,
"The recall shifted the flow, a 100 Bundelkhand Ghosts let go of me...
The One who killed me and the One I killed was freed,
The mother I once comforted, who mourned an ocean of tears is moving on...The river flows freely...
A Betwa deeper than Betwa... A Ganga so true the Ganges is whisper... That river brushes Celia... ripples out...
-- Tarun & Celia & Celia & Celia & Celia Cherian, December 2023,
Co-Founders, Creator's Child & Devadhara Healing
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