The Wheels of Samsara (eBook)

Tim Pyke (Autor)

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2016 | 1., Erstauflage
211 Seiten
Moonbeam (Verlag)
978-3-7375-4711-6 (ISBN)

Infos

The Golden Age of Man is returning. John is stuck in a rut. With no direction and plodding his way through a seemingly mundane life he is resigned to his boring existence. After being involved in a bombing on the London underground he has a near death experience in which he meets Leela, a divine being. She reveals to him that he has an important role to play in the coming shift of Ages, but he has become lost and must find the right path. Taking up yoga gives him a renewed energy and focus in life. This new path takes him to India where he discovers an ancient temple dedicated to Leela. What he learns there overturns everything he thought he knew. Travelling deep into the south Indian jungle he meets a powerful yogi. With him he learns the secrets of yoga, how to access latent powers through the awakening of his third eye and what his role is in the coming earth changes. Travelling north into the Himalaya John's life will never be the same. Will he complete the quest given to him by the Yogi and help usher in the new golden age?

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Chapter Two

The swirling multi-coloured light briefly formed geometric patterns. Slowly the mist of light began to coalesce into solid shapes around John. Then, after a few moments, he realised he was standing on a ground of sand and pebbles. He found himself on a deserted beach.

Quite startled to find that he was in such a familiar type of environment, he frantically looked about him. The beach seemed real, mainly sand with a few pebbles strewn about the place. To one side the gentle sea lapped up against the shore. To the other the beach continued for several meters, approaching a steep cliff reaching up thirty or more meters towards the sky. The beach extended as far as he could see in both directions. He was completely alone, no people, no animals, no birds, only the gentle breeze and a few scattered clouds. The soothing sound of the rolling waves was all he could hear. Breathing in the fresh sea air, he began to walk as he tried to figure out where he was and why he was here.

A couple of minutes later John recognised this place. His parents had brought him here when he was a young boy, on their family holidays. It was somewhere on the west coast of Scotland, but he struggled to remember the name. It had been a long time since he thought about those holidays. The memories of those times were replaced by countless others, but not completely forgotten.

They had holidayed here three years in a row. The first time was when he was aged about seven or eight. As he looked around he remembered how they had rented a cottage up on the cliff top. He recalled how he had played on the beach and what a magical, wild adventurous place it had seemed to his innocent young mind. One time, his father had taken him out fishing on a small tug boat skippered by an old man with a weather beaten face, a tough and craggy looking vessel. Being out on the sea so far from land had been exciting. He had found it fascinating that a whole different world, with its own creatures, existed just beneath the waves. Seeing dolphins leaping up from the water in the wake of the boat had been amazing. Between them they had caught several fish and had cooked them back at the cottage the same evening. Just thinking about it brought back the fresh taste of them.

Crouching down he picked up one of the pebbles that lay scattered about the place, examining it closely in his palm. Even though it was a dull grey colour, it seemed as if it were made from some exotic crystal, and its smooth surface shone in the midday sun. He sensed that in some intangible way the stone was conscious of its own and his existence, that it knew what it was. He thought how spiritually perfect it looked, as if this were how all pebbles should be. Glancing out over the sea he threw the stone in such a way that it bounced several times across the calm water before disappearing beneath the waves. So many times he had done that with his father, competing with each other to see who could get it to bounce the most times. Remembering these innocent times filled him with a sense of calmness and joy.

Closely observing his surroundings again, he realized how everything about him seemed to radiate a serene inner glow. It appeared to be projected with a heightened sense of clarity and he felt a part of it all. The vivid blues of the sea and the vibrancy of the sand stood out in all their glory. He had total awareness of the scene. He felt as if he had awoken from a dream, that this was reality. That the world he had just come from was some strange convoluted hallucination.

Wandering along the beach he thought about how he got here. His body seemed to be his own, but he knew it was not. His body lay near the broken wreckage of the tube train. He was wearing the same clothes, only now they were clean again, not torn and covered in blood and dust as he had last seen them. On his way to this place he was unaware of having a body at all. It was as if he had become a single particle of awareness catapulted through some bizarre tunnel. Perhaps I'm dead, he again thought to himself. However, looking at his arms and hands they seemed no different than before. In fact, the closer he looked the more he could see how alive his body really was. He could sense a kind of energy pulsating through him, the same as he had observed in the serene light before arriving on the beach, but now hidden by his flesh. He felt more alive than he had ever felt before.

His attention was then drawn to a figure in the distance staring out across the sea. John was sure it was not there a moment ago. He looked about, but there was no one else. How did they get there so quickly? he wondered. The beach continued for miles in each direction and the cliff was too high to descend. As he cautiously approached he could tell that it was a woman. Her hair was iridescent, almost rainbow like, the colours shifting the closer he got. She was wearing a long flowing saffron coloured dress, rippling in the gentle breeze.

‘Hello. Who are you? Do you know where we are?’ John hesitatingly enquired from a distance of a few feet. He did not want to startle the person.

The woman turned to face him. Her skin shone with a pure white brilliance, as dazzling as a million diamonds. Her tender, angular features conveyed loving warmth. Calmness emanated from her deeply penetrating violet eyes. He smelt a faint perfume, a beautiful flowery scent, similar to that which he smelt as he lay dying in the underground tunnel.

‘Hello John, I'm Leela,’ she said, although John heard her benevolent voice telepathically; her lips did not move. ‘I created this place from your memories so you wouldn't be fearful. Don't worry, you are safe.’

‘How do you know my name? Am I dead? Is this heaven?’ John said hurriedly, and asking with a tone of acceptance, since he assumed this was the case.

‘No, you're not dead,’ she replied as a smile broke across her face. ‘Your spirit has merely been detached from you material body.’ She stood perfectly still; her graceful posture seemed to radiate peace.

‘My material body? Then what’s this body I’m in now?’ John said with some confusion as he gently struck his chest.

‘This is your spirit body,’ she said pointing at him. ‘Both are constructed as outward projections of your mind. This one is how your mind currently sees itself. Your material body develops through your life, a kind of reflection of your mind. The spiritual body you retain through all your lifetimes.’

‘Why am I here? Why did you bring me here?’ he said rapidly, as he paced back and forth in front of Leela.

‘You are here because you have an important role to play in the future evolution of the human race. However, you've been following the wrong path. Leading an unhealthy life for your mind and body, you have not been living to your potential. I arranged events so that you would be on that particular train because you were being distracted from your destiny. You needed your world shaken,’ her soothing voice explained, imparting a momentary sense of peace within John.

John thought back to the moment where he realised he had forgotten his wallet on his way to work that morning. Had this woman, if he could call her that, made him forget it, or had she mysteriously moved it from his pocket back to his apartment, he wondered.

‘Yes, I made you forgot your wallet so that you would have to return to your apartment, and thus be on that particular train,’ Leela said, reading John’s mind.

‘You knew that train was going to explode, but did nothing to stop it?’ John asked, a little irritated, staring at Leela in disbelief.

‘There is much you can’t understand at this point. Just know that all that happens does so for a reason. Had you been following the right path you would not have been anywhere near that train.’

‘What path is that? What do you mean?’ John said, shaking his head.

‘I have told you enough already. The time is near for a great change upon the Earth. Get back to your rightful path and you will find it for yourself.’

‘But I don’t know what my path is, what am I meant to be doing?’ he said desperately.

‘You do know, it’s just that you have forgotten,’ Leela said cryptically.

She knelt down, scooping up a handful of sand.

‘Now it's time for you to return. Do not fail in your quest.’

‘What quest? Wait, I still don’t know what I should be doing,’ John said, still agitated and confused.

He didn’t want to leave this place, he felt like a lost child who’d finally been reunited with its mother, and he had so many questions. He watched as Leela let the sand fall slowly through her fingers to the ground. He saw the granules of sand descending back to the beach when he suddenly felt himself pulled back into the tunnel, just as he had at the beginning of this strange encounter. Faster and faster he sped through the kaleidoscopic passage. Swirling geometric patterns swarmed about him until with a jolt he found himself looking straight down at someone in a bed surrounded by machines and monitors.

He realised that it was his body. His parents were both sat in chairs to one side of the bed. This must be a hospital, he thought. His father was asleep, his mother was staring into space with a sad expression on her face, just as he was about to try and call out to her there was a flash of light and he found himself back inside his body.

It was a strange sensation to be back in the constricting confines of this heavy mass of flesh and bone. Slowly he opened his eyes. The eyelids felt as if they were made of lead and it took all his effort to open them....

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 30.9.2016
• Verlagsort: Vachendorf
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• Themenwelt: Sachbuch/Ratgeber ► Gesundheit / Leben / Psychologie ► Esoterik / Spiritualität
• Schlagworte: Apocalypse • Eastern philosophy • Fiction • Guru • Himalaya • India • Inspirational • Leela • Meditation • Meditaton • Patanjali • Reincarnation • Spiritual • Theosophy • third eye • visionary fiction • Yoga
• ISBN-10: 3-7375-4711-4 / 3737547114
• ISBN-13: 978-3-7375-4711-6 / 9783737547116