Chapter 7
Om Mani Padme Hum
“There are two kinds of energy in the human body. One is kinetic energy, and the other is mental energy. The kinetic energy, which is needed for physical activities; we supplement it through the food we eat. Mental energy is the major driving force in the human life; it rules the entire human body.
When mental power increases, your entire body comes under your control. Who knows, sometimes you can push and roll an iron ball by just showing your index finger towards it. Mind and vision are closely related, and with your mind power, you may be able to bend iron bars by merely looking at it.
Those who have reached this level of mind will automatically realize that the body and soul are not the same but are separate.”
The sun shined on the top of the mountain, the chillness which ruled that snowy region was slowly withdrawing.
Tu-Shun looked straight at the sun without a single blink without feeling its piercing brightness.
He looked at both Mohan and Raju.
Then he smiled and took them inside his monastery.
The monastery was wholly made up of wood to protect the inmates from the severe cold winds blowing outside frequently.
There is a statue of Buddha. Few incense sticks were there in front of that statue, spreading a typical fragrance and smoke all around. The fragrance was so pleasant to make you forget where you are...
A meditation mat was there on the floor. The monk told them to sit on it. But Mohan looked at Raju as if he was saying, 'You may go out...' he understood that and went outside immediately.
The monk smiled.
“I have come here for an important matter, and it is very confidential. I do not want anybody to know about this.” Mohan said with a pasted smile.
“The more the money, the more the secrets, Am I right?”
“You are a monk. But we are not like that…”
“Okay. Come to the matter. How can I help you?”
“I came to know that you can speak to the spirits of dead ones. First, I didn’t trust it as there are so many people like this in our city.”
“You don’t have trust in them?”
“I do not even believe that ghosts exist, then how can I trust them?”
“Then how come that you trust me?”
“The reason for that is my close friend, Mishra. He is a Business magnate. He supplies one-half of India's engineering products. He also exports goods to many countries. His son died in an accident. As his business was taken care of by his son, many important documents were with him, and Mishra could not find where his son has kept all those valuable documents.
The worth of those documents may come to many crores; his business suffered a lot because of this. Mishra told me that you helped him by speaking to his son’s spirit to locate; where the documents were. When Mishra had let me know about this, at first, I could not believe it...”
“Okay, now you have to come to find what?”
“My friend Rajesh died recently due to a heart attack. He knows about a very confidential matter which has happened in my life…”
“What is that?”
“That...That is…”
“If you don’t want to tell it, then please forget it. Now, do you want to talk with the spirit of Rajesh?”
“Yes…”
“For that, first, you must have trust.”
“I came here because I trust you.”
“No… You have come here half- minded, and still, you do not have trust in me.”
“But I came here to meet you with lots of hope.”
“You should trust me, wholeheartedly. If not, I cannot do what you expect….”
“Please do not misunderstand me…It is my nature to be suspicious regarding things until I see it with my own eyes. Let Rajesh’s spirit come here and be visible to my eyes, then I will trust you.
Mohan expressed his mind openly.
But, the monk laughed.
“Hope I didn’t say anything wrong. I just said what was in my mind.”
“Mishra didn’t speak like you without trust. That’s why he was able to talk with his son’s spirit. What to say if you do not believe even after knowing that how can I help you, Mohan!”
“I’m sorry. It is my experience that a person who believes a hundred percent in anything could not succeed. At Least one percent, we should doubt the authenticity of things. I even doubt Mishra and his story…”
Monk laughed again.
He got up and went into a dark room, and when he came back, he had a wooden box in his hand.
He kept it before Mohan.
Inside it, there was a type of metal lamp and a glass ball that can be separated into two halves.
He placed the lamp in one half of the ball and poured a sort of scented oil in it. He put the wicks in it-Then he showed his index finger near his closed mouth and stretched out his tongue.
Fire sparkled at the tip of his tongue!
With his index finger, he transferred the fire to the eight wicks in the lamp to light it.
“How...How… fire sparkled in your tongue? How is this possible?”
Monk didn’t reply. He looked at the lamp.
He covered it with the other half of the remaining glass ball. Now, the entire room became very bright because of the light rays coming out from the glass ball.
The monk closed his eyes and began to meditate.
Mohan couldn't make out what was happening. It was a new experience for him.
The monk prayed with his hands stretched out. He was chanting some mantras, the language of which Mohan could not understand.
Raju was standing biting his nails outside that room. Jawahar came and asked him,
“What, Malik? Why didn’t you go inside?”
“Fool! I’m a worker. He came here for some confidential matter. How would he permit me inside?”
“What is going on there malik?”
“Rich people will have many secrets. They don’t tell anyone. Even his wife may not know about that.”
“How this monk is going to help him, malik?”
“Jawahar. You are our driver for a day; do not ask too many questions. If you want, you can ask for an extra amount to wait. But don’t pester me with such nonsense questions…”
“It’s not like that, malik. I have heard a lot about Shikara hill and the monks there. They are quite powerful.”
“But my M.D is more terrible, you don’t know that.”
“Okay, malik, I don’t care. Give me that extra amount as you promised…”
“I will give you extra two thousand rupees. You should not tell anyone about this.”
“Done, malik.”
While the discussion between Raju and Jawahar was going on, the prayer was going on in full swing inside the monastery.
When the prayer ended, one half of the glass ball fell …
Monk was quite excited to see that. “You have come, Yang?”
He quickly turned to Mohan and asked, “Mohan, Do you have a photo of Rajesh?”
“No...Where will I go for his photo if you ask all of a sudden?”
“Okay… at least, do you have anything related to him?”
Mohan took a pen from his pocket and said, “This… is a pen which he has presented to me for my birthday.”
“Good...Give it to me.”
The monk quickly got up and brought a notebook and gave it to Mohan, saying, “Whatever you want to ask him, write it in this. Yang will take care of the rest.”
“Who is Yang?”
“Yang is a great monk and my Guru. He is helping me even after his death. He will bring Rajesh’s spirit here and make him answer all your questions...”
“How?”
“First, write your questions in this notebook. Your friend will write the answers.”
“Really?”
“Quick...write before the fire goes off. It is not good to call Yang often…Fast. If the light in the lamp is out, it will take more than a month to bring Yang back…”
“Is this lamp having that much power?”
“Yes… The soul of Yang will help whoever owns this lamp and worships it. Hmm. Fast...Write your questions in detail…”
Monk was in a hurry as he does not want to miss Yang.
Mohan began to write first in English, but thinking that the monk will understand what he writes, he started writing in Malayalam.
‘To my dear friend Rajesh!
How are you? Your death was a loss for me. Even if you had been alive for an extra day, I would have known who my heir was. You know that Latha and I, who were legally married, could not have a child. But, you say that Vanaja, with whom I had an affair during my college days, who was abandoned by me due to unavoidable circumstances, died giving birth to a baby boy. You never said until today who that baby was and where he is. I am afraid that my property worth many cores would go without an heir. Only you know where my son is. You said you would reveal it the other day, but you died of a heart attack unexpectedly. I am worried and tensed. Please tell me, ‘Who is my son, where he is? To the world, he will be my adopted son. I thought of adopting a boy, but now there is no need for it. Please help me!
Yours lovingly
Mohan!’
He wrote the letter folded and closed it.
“Okay. We must close our eyes for ten minutes. Yang will talk to your friend’s soul. He will bring answers to your questions, but we should not see him at that time. If we see, it may lead to severe problems and danger. Sometimes you may lose your eyesight permanently. It’s a warning… So please close your eyes.”
Mohan closed his eyes.
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He opened his eyes and looked at his wristwatch; already ten minutes have passed by now.
Monk smiled and gave a closed notebook to him.
Mohan opened the notebook anxiously… thinking is this all a fake drama; what if Rajesh’s soul has not come because of his lack of faith.
He opened the notebook with mixed emotions. Inside the book, he could see the answers to his questions in the handwriting of Rajesh, who was his close friend for many years.
‘My dear Mohan!
I didn’t expect that you would come to meet me even after my death. Thank you. Despite having a lot of responsibilities, I have lost my body by fate. Your contact gives me more hope and confidence.
I will definitely tell who your son is. Before that, I want to tell you something important. This magic lamp belongs to a great monk named ‘Yang’. For those who possess it, Yang will help them.
Such a lamp is going to be orphaned within three more hours. I mean, this monk who is helping you now is going to die. Fortunately...You came. Wait for some more time. Take this lamp and leave from here after he dies. It will help me a lot if you own this lamp; I can fulfill all my incomplete dreams.
Call me again with the help of this lamp once you reach back to Thiruvananthapuram. I will tell you everything about your son. Do not get frightened; be bold. Some devils will try to snatch away the lamp from you. They might try to lure you to Shikara hill. Do not go. Those who go there will never come back alive. Warning! Best Wishes to you again.
Yours lovingly
Rajesh!
Sweat dripped from Mohan’s face.
Monk kept on observing him silently.
“Ji,”
“Did you get the answers?”
I got it. But…”
“What…?”
“Nothing. Shall we stay here today and leave tomorrow?”
Mohan asked with an untold plan in his mind to get away with the lamp. The monk laughed.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Yang is my Guru. I knew through him that my life is coming to an end, Mohan…”
“Ji…”
“Your friend’s intention is not good; I know he is asking you to take away this lamp from me. He is greedy; do not listen to him.”
“Ji…”
“You cannot go beyond this hill with this lamp. If you try to do so, Shikara ghosts will not let you go alive from here. He wants you to die and join him in his world.”
“Is it?”
“In the end, he never revealed where your son is? Even after his death, he has not changed; still, his thoughts are that of a businessman. Don't you understand this?”
“I could understand but… It’s all like a dream. I don’t know what I should do now.”
“Don’t get confused. I have been a monk for more than fifty years. Listen to me. Yang is my Guru. He gave me this lamp to use only for good purposes. That’s why I’m doing this as a service without any expectations.
Rich people like you commit a lot of sins running after the money without being aware of the fact that there is a life after death. When people like you talk to spirits, you understand that there is a life after death and correct yourselves to lead a new life keeping this experience in mind. It is our contribution towards humankind for a better- guided life.
Mishra has changed a lot; now, he is keen on adding blessings by doing good deeds. He is making atonement for the sin he has committed.
You can even change yourself like that. You ought not to try to know about the secrets of nature with the help of the spirits for personal gains. That sin will never leave you…”
“I agree… my friend’s way of talking itself reveals his intentions. I will act as you advise. Could you please do me a favor?”
“What?”
“Who is my son…? It’s enough for me to know where he is. I’m asking this as an atonement for the sin committed by me. It was that sin that left me orphaned despite having a son…”
“Don’t worry; my Guru will help you…”
“Please ask him now itself…”
“Okay. Please wait outside; I will call you.”
Monk Tu-Shun said in a gentle voice.
Mohan walked out in a fully tense mood.
