CHAPTER I
Seven stages of the journey of the soul
As wetland soil is full with seeds of growth,
so human soul is searching,
in the midst of misty cloud of his consciousness,
a reason why he was born on earth.
I'm flying
between the clouds...
on the way home
for Maria.....(May 2004)
STAGE ONE: The Purification of Mind - Finding the deepest desire
"Our self-awareness could be a blessing or a curse. The beginning of the journey is to let the deepest longing of the soul for meaning directing all of our consciousness.
Every longing is unique. We love different people, kneeling in front of different altar, weeping on different tombs. Yet in the end, we are all the same. We want to be happy and live meaningful lives."
At the dawn of one morning, when the sun just begins to raise, morning dew is still fresh, at the side of a holy river, a boy was born. His birth was the sign of a double edge sword, as a blessing and a curse to the universe. His mother died on giving his birth, accompanied by silent cry of his father, King Sentanu. The boy's name was Dewabrata, which means the beloved of gods.
As wetland soil is full with seeds of growth,
so human soul is searching,
in the midst of misty cloud of his consciousness,
a reason why he was born on earth.
I'm flying
between the clouds...
on the way home
for Maria.....(May 2004)
STAGE ONE: The Purification of Mind - Finding the deepest desire
"Our self-awareness could be a blessing or a curse. The beginning of the journey is to let the deepest longing of the soul for meaning directing all of our consciousness.
Every longing is unique. We love different people, kneeling in front of different altar, weeping on different tombs. Yet in the end, we are all the same. We want to be happy and live meaningful lives."
At the dawn of one morning, when the sun just begins to raise, morning dew is still fresh, at the side of a holy river, a boy was born. His birth was the sign of a double edge sword, as a blessing and a curse to the universe. His mother died on giving his birth, accompanied by silent cry of his father, King Sentanu. The boy's name was Dewabrata, which means the beloved of gods.
Dewabrata grew as a smart and strong-willed child. He was rather quiet, yet spoke out through the spark in his eyes. He walked with his head straight, eyes looking far ahead, seeing what others could not. “Every creature on earth has a purpose,” He thought.
Every being has its own story to finish. My story is a tale of a prince. In the future I have to take place of my father king, eventhough my heart prefers to be free in nature, fill the night with silent meditation, colour the day with knowledge and skills. In between, I can play with other kids from the village or dissappear into the forest.
A king can have whatever he wants,yet he is chained to his desires. The night will be long and boring. The day will be full with fear. In between, he will only find dishonesty. People will race trying to satisfy his heart, eventhough he knows that they actually only care about themselves, for whatever may become the reward. I don't want to become a king, he said to himself.
On one full moon night, Dewabrata meditated on the side of the holy river. He hoped to meet his mother whom he never know. He wanted to ask why he was born as a prince, not as an ordinary farmer's son. Deep silence creeped amidst the sound of wind on top of pine trees. The clear water ran softly, reflecting the golden moonlight.
Dewabrata awaited for an answer. Hours passed. He waited and no voice he expected came, only the songs of night insects enjoying the moonlight, and his own inner voice kept asking why?
At the peak of his meditation, Dewabrata suddenly grabbed by an enormous blast of energy, traveling across the border of space and time, to the future. Mystically he saw many shadows moving very fast, thousands of soldiers and horses fighting fiercely in a battle that killed thousands of people.
“This is a civil war which will become part of your life,” a voice whispering close to his ear. “Brothers kill brothers. Creating a flood of blood on earth. Bloods of hatred and revenge.
“How come it happen?” asked Dewabrata full of worries.
“Every human being was born with the devine power within. Yet to many are blinded by the divine light and wanted to posses it for himself. They make fortress to force the divine power so that it stay remain and does not leave him with a painful emptiness.
