“This experience happened 15 years ago, I was walking in a park,” says Swati V, “when the colours began to intensify, the browns became browner, the greens greener, the reds, redder. It was magical, the colours were like stained glass hit by light. They began to move, spill out of the boundaries. The air began dancing with rainbowed hues. I could feel it. The sensations of a leaf 20 feet away. A branch swept by a breeze. A root somewhere digging deep. Water dripping somewhere else. A squirrel’s foot gripping bark. I became the million minds of trees. The aliveness of everything. As I moved. I felt the trees moved, swayed with me. I with them. They with me.”
“It’s been 20 years and the magic of that one morning haunts me, fills me, dances in me. But sometimes I wonder was it real. I’ve told few about it? In my corporate job few would understand. I’ve not even told my brother about it.”
We laugh. “Talk to your brother” we say. For he has had the most amazing astral travel experiences.
“Ok? Is it real? Well, the astral touch has left a distinct mark on your aura.” We tell Swati V.
“But if you would like to see if it is real, let’s try an experiment.”
I send a tendril of astral energy and ask Swati, “Where do you feel it?”
“My face, my arms”. Swati answers.
Precisely. Celia had also seen it touch her face.
“Wonderful. Let’s try it again.” We say.
This time I send the energy touching the nape of her neck, spine, down her arms.
“Down my arms”, She answers.
“Bingo” We tell her.
“Let’s do this again.” We tell her.
This time I push it. I allow my consciousness to suffuse the atomic fabric consciousness of the red kurtah she was wearing.
“I feel it like a hug” She says.
“Marvelous. You felt the astral energy thrice” we tell her.
“You felt it yourself. Faint. Subtle. Barely there. But you felt it”
“Yes”. Says Swati.
"So you know it is real."
"One day I’d like to go back to that experience." Says Swati.
“Ah well” we say. “It is in you. But don’t try to catch an old experience. Use it to go forward. Use it to recolour your life.”
Now many of you have gone through sessions like this. Socratean sessions. Where the invisible is visibilised. When the conscious & subconscious hold hands. Where for an hour the physical and spiritual share the same bench. Some we may have forgotten. Though it will be in our notes. Please refresh our memories. And yours.
It has been 15 years, but the experience lives in Swati. Hibernating and now waking. For she is now beginning to accept it is real.
For years Swati kept quiet. How could the world accept it? Her corporate world? What would her folks say? It is one thing to worship Lord Ganesha or Karthikya, but another to have your daughter babble about talking trees.
But what if the world is not grey? What if trees do speak? What if the world can hear our footsteps? What if we can touch without touching? What if we are all bound together? What if love is not a lie and money not a truth? What if leaf whispers in our hearts and man laughs in leaf?
--Swati V, with Celia & Tarun Cherian. Incidentally Swati is Sr Corporate Manager at a multi nat.