As the years go by and the older we get, we have the advantage of hearing of many stories. Possibly, they could be called legends of the past, or just silent traditions that have been handed down from many years before. Many were not written into prosperity, but just vocalized by word of mouth. Savoring the unique flavor of the times, and with the greatest of ability to make them seem unbelievable.
After twenty five years of marriage my wife past away. I was in a terrible slump, and that I am putting my scenario mildly. I was at the bottom of the valley, and everything was crashing in on my fragile body. The Heavens were not kind to me, I was mesmerized by all the mental pain that could be inflicted on one individual, without due course, I gave in. I did not give a damn if I died or not.
Fortunately, as the days became more livable, I was able to meet other women. Even though they were not of my expectations, it became a consolation of my own mind and its needs.
Sadness and its disparity create an image of necessity involving all that there is in one individual. What are we searching for and how do we replace it?
Then one day I meet an individual, and she throws me into the fire. Four years later as if Hell was unbent. Not only am I back in the doldrums of the mind, I am realizing that I am involved with the Spirits from the darkness of my subconscious. Surrounded by every mental plague that would constitute insanity.
I started to do some research, checking out the web and visiting the local book
stores. I suspected I was in contact with my own Soul, a phenomena that is not usually discussed at the dinner table. How screwed up can I be? Was I that bent out shape that I was capable of having a conversation with myself. No, I was not talking to myself, I only recognized that when I had a thought, I also had a physical feeling. A very definite cold vibration answering my original idea, strange and very bizarre.
After visiting a popular book store, I eventually came across a book of Tibetan Secret Doctrines. It was in the Philosophy area, in a section dealing with Chakras and Eastern Philosophy. After thumbing through a few pages, I thought it could maybe help me out. I was still confused about the possibility of being in contact with my own Self.
One particular chapter dealt with a strange story that was commonly told from father to son to son over the years. A story so far removed from modern day life it would be difficult to put a time period on it. It was a time of innocence without regard to quality of life without comparison.
The stage is set in the Himalayas before man has been said to set foot in the west. The locals talk of the Super Human Race, the Dream Walkers, who had the ability to be here and to be there. Physically incomparable to modern day man although appearing very similar in appearance.
The legend reflects on the ability of these Dream Walkers to have unusual ability of survival in one of the coldest climates to be in this physical world. It is said that they are to be half God and half Man and made a mockery of life and death with miraculous demonstrations of endurance in the frigid landscape of the Tibetan countryside. Where it is so cold they do not bury anybody, but instead allow the local animal life to devour any skeletal and physical remains.
The one particular challenging episode that I was intrigued about is when they would test their endurance of frigid conditions by placing wet cloths on their naked bodies while they sat on the frozen snow covered ground, next to a ice covered lake, high in the Himalayas. It was a game to them who could dry more material on their naked bodies, for they had the abilities to generate unusual amounts heat from within their body with their own mental fortitude. While being surround by a formidably barren wasteland on a frigid mountainside.
What makes this story interesting to myself, is that this time period is before even the word God existed. It was a time of correction and a time of development when the world was forming and life was beginning. A time before time. Except the description of the Dream Walkers reflects on Half Man/Half God. Even then, there were not many people living on our lonely planet who could even concede to an approach of who they were.
It made me realize that just before I became aware that I was in contact with my own Soul, I went through a similar process.
I went to work as I always did, it was a Wednesday, a beautiful fall day in September I was a Home Improvement Contractor, and was working for a close friend.
As I started my work I began perspiring and that was unusual because it was not hot nor was I doing anything strenuous. Throughout the morning it continued and I felt extremely warm, although not as if I had a fever, nor was I terribly uncomfortable. Eventually, I began to worry “What’s happening? Am I sick?” I started to realize that possibly I should go to the Emergency Room, I did not really know what to do. I left work early, went home and was getting ready to go to the Hospital. I decided to check my temperature, before doing anything irrational or extreme, like going to the Emergency Room.
A few minutes later I was stunned. Even though I was perspiring and felt huge amounts of heat within my scared self, the thermometer registered only 95.5 degrees! I was astonished and thought “How could that be?”. All of the times in the past, when my body temperature had dropped below 97 degrees, I had felt signs of hypothermia, and here in this instance, it was the complete opposite. Needless to say, it not only saved me a trip to the Doctor, but it also opened the door to a array of new questions dealing with life and my contact with the unexplained.
So with the above story I tell, it gave me some semblance that possibly I was in contact with myself. I only can imagine what I have to look forward to, with things that can only be answered when traveling through the unknown.