Long before the advent of linear time, in a world divided
only by night and day, I have been witnessing a world that’s hard to
comprehend. Living by the sea after my stint in the Himalayas is a totally
different experience. No steel to shut down my visions and the conflict of
duality clear. I am starting at the dark boundless oceans night after night.
The sight of thunder far away in the ocean inspires awe in me. The world I live in is surrounded by temple
priests and their peculiarly magnificent temples.
The rest of us suffer and continue to live for ages to
experience bitter feelings of jealousy, greed and hate. An idea that has got
priests stuck in the inner sanctum for ages without seeing daylight is the idea
of death. Hoping for redemption through death, these men of God have turned
away from the world, torturing people with ability to be caged in the house of
God.
Visitors to the temple often wonder, what’s
happening in the inner sanctum? Only the smell of flesh and decay greet the followers
of Doom. Every offering erodes grey cells in the head due to which this small
town beside the sea is filled with zombie like humans. Thank God! I am an
ordinary being with no gifts at all. I am of no use to the priests and have
never gone inside any temple in this dark and sordid place.
I see flashes of white light lighting up the sky in
middle of the night and clamouring of metal inside the temple. Some believe that the electrical impulses were
stored in a machine that could transcend dimensional obstacles of our mind. The
next day one sees the death ceremony of a high priest. The ceremony
ends with a gigantic, bright and a semi-circular object hovering over the dead
body in the sky.
It is an object too bright to look at and has the
thundering noise of a storm. The calm of this sleepy village is shaken once
the ceremony of death takes place. A flash of light blinds us all before the
dead body is visible no more on its platform. All that remains is the sacred
metal in which the younger priests had got the dead body.
Life draws to normal after the ceremony and the thunder on
the horizon a reminder of the real. A
life in metal, data inputs in the head and the electrical impulse which never
dies but get stronger when the storm is over head.