Unbelievably Strange...

How open are we to trying out new things? No. Not the cool things like bunjee jumping or sky diving. But off beat things?

This old friend of mine had talked me into accompanying her to a regressionist some five years back. Once there, she freaked and asked if I minded going first. I did not like the experience.

Among other things, the only thing I actually saw was a series of images. Of a teenage boy, around 16 to 17 years of age, standing near rail tracks. The place was open and green, probably farmland. South of India. The boy was dark skinned. Slim built with aquiline features. Dressed in brown trousers and light blue shirt. The next image was of a body lying on the tracks, completely smashed neck up. "Is it your body?" I remember her asking me. I did not know. But then I saw the train moving above his head. Like I was inside his head. Only I did not feel anything. I could only see. And that was that. I never went back to her. And I dumped the chicken that accompanied me there. The chicken who never went through the regression herself.

A few days back while I was meditating (for a change) I told myself to go back to a safe place. A place when I was last truly happy. And to bring that peace into my present. I pictured my bedroom in our house in Kerala inside my head. It felt real nice. Encouraged by the effect of the positive imagery, I told myself to go back to the root of my problem. Where did it start?

I saw the teenaged boy inside my head again. Scenes started flashing by like shots in a movie.

He was speaking in tamil?... some south indian language that I did not know.

He was calling this old man in a brown.. uniform(?), lying asleep (drunk?) below a tower (?) tree house kinda place. He was calling him appa. The man did not wake up. So he ran up the stairs, picked up a green flag and waved it just as a train sped by.

Trains. Whizzing by. With disturbing speed.

But this time I also saw a girl. A year or so younger than him. Fair. Slightly round face. Thin.  Long thin black hair, plaited and tied with a pink ribbon. Dressed in a green skirt blouse with lots of patches in it.

I could feel they were friends. He liked her. They cared for each other. I just knew that. I don't know how. I saw them hugging each other tightly near the fields.

And then I saw him standing by the tracks again. A train was whizzing by. He could see her on the other side. He begins to cross over once the train had passed. She had been standing with her hand on what looked like a short pole.

She pulls it.

The track moves. Trapping his foot.

He looks at her; shocked. She stands motionless.

Another train passes. The image I had seen years earlier. With the regressionist.

The train passes over his head. Smashing it.

Earlier with her, I had seen that the body had been still. This time I saw the hands move. The body trembling. Probably due to the trauma.

This time I saw her seated next to the body; watching.

And then she ran off. Into the fields.

All the time, I, the outsider, watching the disjointed scenes, like a movie, was thinking "No! That can't be right. Why will she do that? Its got to be wrong." I knew he went down wondering the same thing. No. Can't be. Why.

I told myself to watch. I told him to stay, linger and watch. To know why. I mean I have read Brian Weiss a couple of years back.

I saw a series of fast moving scenes. She was drinking something, some concoction.

'To induce abortion!' my mind screamed.

Then I saw her lying on a bed flanked by a couple of rather fat women. That was that.



They say you can recognize the people you see in a regression if you have come across them in this life time. I know my mind pointed a finger. I don't know how much of it is true. God is cruel...Not quite... He did show me the light... A little late... But still.... Love kills... But I am still alive, ain't I?... Because... People evolve?... This cannot be true... Or could it?...