The Druid’s Daughter

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“When will his health improve?”

The look that the acharya gave me, I shall never forget in my life, may be it is the look a butcher would give the animal he slaughters.

“You, who are so precise you are not even in a position to tell me his birth star, does that not say anything to you?”

I knew what was coming next yet I took a deep breath, and asked, “My mind does not answer me any longer.”

“A soul that is gone, is calling him, and he cannot let you go, it is not about your mother or brother it is you, he is here only for you. Let him go”

“What did the joisha tell you?”Was my mother’s query

What do I tell her…I am the cause of his suffering…or do I say I am here to let him go? Slowly I went into the room, sat by papa. He was not very expressive with words but somehow he did make sure that he got the message across.

He smiled, when I went in.

“Papa, I can’t let you go”

“So, you did visit Kadaba”

“Yes”

“You know now, I am worried about how you will handle”

“Handle what”

Joishru helallilava…. from your expression he didn’t have the courage to tell you the truth.”

“What, truth”

“You are my successor; your journey begins now… You see it cannot begin until I leave, and I cannot leave until you let me leave”

The whole thing seemed so strange and it was despite his pain he was clear in thought and stronger between us.

“maga, the first two years after I go will be very strange, things and people will appear in your space, things and people will disappear. Get the red VIP suitcase”

“Open it” he said when I got the suitcase down, it had an old parchment. It then flashed for an aggressively private person; he had no private space in the house. Maybe the table that he worked on nothing else. The open suitcase told me another story. There were old parchments, and an old faded book written in older kannada script, these had no punctuations as we know them today.”Pick up the one that is wrapped in red cotton, and read it, aloud.”

The next week was a voyage that I did not expect. I knew his study hour was between 3.30 am and 5.30, I would read the parchment and book alternately at his instructions.

It was the right to passage of who we were and where we came from. Why I could see death in people’s eyes, and why I would have physical wounds when nature was destroyed. End of the week, he told me, now unwrap the deer skin parchment, when I did there were the most beautiful crystals that I ever saw.

Papa smiled “Lemurian crystals-”

I was never a crystal person, suddenly the emergence of these crystals it was amazing.

“For the next twenty one days, meditate with these crystals in your palm. Place the moonstone that I got for your Ajmer at the head of your bedstead and your journey will begin.”

First day of meditation, came with lot of nightmares, and then came intolerable head ache then the secret of the soul journey…

The souls who decided to play, the core inner soul in each of us, the supporting cast in the angels realm. All in the earth school,

The collective souls who could take forms and turn formless effortlessly, then the first presence of the collective consciousness, the rose quartz form, or the crystal form…

Then came the great vibration shift and the second form as plants and trees, the illusion of split and the concept of death. The calm terrain and unthreatened existence. Till the next great shift.

The third level of consciousness emerged as the animal kingdom with its fight, flight response, the emergence of a predator and hierarchy

The journey had now taken on the hue of differentiation for power and terror and made its presence felt with predatory. And the cycle of Karma began as the animal had evolved to man.

The book then spoke of the journey of the soul through the four yugas, the journey into the 5th dimension of the dimension of the mind, the 6th dimension of the ascended master.

Twenty one days of meditation, and Papa had moved on, leaving with me a legacy, of the knowledge of Lemuria, and the responsibility to guide whoever needed to move on to the next dimension. With each soul’s journeys… my consciousness, evolving further.

The legacy of the Shaman’s the lessons from the crystals, the understanding that the universe prepares us to receive knowledge and then guides us to apply that knowledge.

The crystals, the book are back in the suitcase, my journey as the torch bearer I record, I know the next shaman is being groomed, when the time comes I shall hand the heritage and move on. Till then each day the crystal shares a secret, a knowledge sometimes guiding mostly energizing.

I knew now why my family was associated with the snakes, I was the descendent of the record keepers of Lemuria, the snake people, were the keepers of those memories and the crystals were the records handed from one keeper to the next, each keeper was a channel who would deliver the knowledge mankind required at that moment and then moved on for the next keeper to come.

 “I am participating in this creative activity organised by makers ofThe Path of Zarathustra in association with BlogAdda.” in their blog post.

The Druid

“When will his health improve?”

The look that the acharya gave me, I shall never forget in my life, may be it the look the butcher has before the Halal.

“You, who are so precise you are not even in a position to tell me his birth star, does that not say anything to you?”

I knew what was coming next yet I took a deep breath, and asked, “My mind does not answer me any longer.”

“A soul that is gone, is calling him, and he cannot let you go, it is not about your mother or brother it is you, he is here only for you. Let him go”

“What did the joisha tell you?”Was my mother’s query

What do I tell her…I am the cause of his suffering…or do I say I am here to let him go? Slowly I went into the room, sat by papa. He was not very expressive with words but somehow he did make sure that he got the message across.

He smiled, when I went in.

“Papa, I can’t let you go”

“So, you did visit Kadaba”

“Yes”

“You know now, I am worried about how you will handle”

“Handle what”

Joishru helallilava…. from your expression he didn’t have the courage to tell you the truth.”

“What, truth”

“You are my successor; your journey begins now… You see it cannot begin until I leave, and I cannot leave until you let me leave”

The whole thing seemed so strange and it was despite his pain he was clear in thought and stronger between us.

“maga, the first two years after I go will be very strange, things and people will appear in your space, things and people will disappear. Get the red VIP suitcase”

“Open it” he said when I got the suitcase down, it had an old parchment. It then flashed for an aggressively private person; he had no private space in the house. Maybe the table that he worked on nothing else. The open suitcase told me another story. There were old parchments, and an old faded book written in older kannada script, these had no punctuations as we know them today.”Pick up the one that is wrapped in red cotton, and read it, aloud.”

The next week was a voyage that I did not expect. I knew his study hour was between 3.30 am and 5.30, I would read the parchment and book alternately at his instructions.

It was the right to passage of who we were and where we came from. Why I could see death in people’s eyes, and why I would have physical wounds when nature was destroyed. End of the week, he told me, now unwrap the deer skin parchment, when I did there were the most beautiful crystals that I ever saw.

Papa smiled “Lemurian crystals-”

I was never a crystal person, suddenly the emergence of these crystals it was amazing.

“For the next twenty one days, meditate with these crystals in your palm. Place the moonstone that I got for your Ajmer at the head of your bedstead and your journey will begin.”

First day of meditation, came with lot of nightmares, and then came intolerable head ache then the secret of the soul journey…

The souls who decided to play, the core inner soul in each of us, the supporting cast in the angels realm. All in the earth school,

The collective souls who could take forms and turn formless effortlessly, then the first presence of the collective consciousness, the rose quartz form, or the crystal form…

Then came the great vibration shift and the second form as plants and trees, the illusion of split and the concept of death. The calm terrain and unthreatened existence. Till the next great shift.

The third level of consciousness emerged as the animal kingdom with its fight, flight response, the emergence of a predator and hierarchy

The journey had now taken on the hue of differentiation for power and terror and made its presence felt with predatory. And the cycle of Karma began as the animal had evolved to man.

The book then spoke of the journey of the soul through the four yugas, the journey into the 5th dimension of the dimension of the mind, the 6th dimension of the ascended master.

Twenty one days of meditation, and Papa had moved on, leaving with me a legacy, of the knowledge of Lemuria, and the responsibility to guide whoever needed to move on to the next dimension. With each soul’s journeys… my consciousness, evolving further.

image courtesy google
image courtesy google

The legacy of the Shaman’s the lessons from the crystals, the understanding that the universe prepares us to receive knowledge and then guides us to apply that knowledge.

The crystals, the book are back in the suitcase, my journey as the torch bearer I record, I know the next shaman is being groomed, when the time comes I shall hand the heritage and move on. Till then each day the crystal shares a secret, a knowledge sometimes guiding mostly energizing.

I knew now why my family was associated with the snakes, I was the descendent of the record keepers of Lemuria, the snake people, were the keepers of those memories and the crystals were the records handed from one keeper to the next, each keeper was a channel who would deliver the knowledge mankind required at that moment and then moved on for the next keeper to come.

 “I am participating in this creative activity organised by makers ofThe Path of Zarathustra in association with BlogAdda.” in their blog post.

Author: parwatisingari

full time mother and role play at being, dentist,dramatist, dancer, dreamer

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