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bilocation

In classic Sufi descriptions, it s said that a person's soul can be at two location at a given time. (I wish I would have remembered the exact term). This sometimes made me believe in Mandela's effect.

An experience in "alternative life"

 Lately, I have been interested in "alternative lives." We are hypothesized to simultaneously exit many lives - a kind of Mandela effect.

I have done experiments with hypnotism in the past - and have previously blogged my experiences here. A few examples were experiencing my death in a previous life, my upcoming death in this life, or my life in the ancient Indian era (Vedas time). 

 May read here and here and here and here and here and here and here

I am convinced these are nothing but mind games. They are all good for fun. At heart, I am very agnostic or even atheist.

This time, the psychic made me experience my (one of the) alternative realities. It felt genuine. I see myself buying a mansion kind of house. Various animals are in the backyard, including deer, dogs, and other animals I don't recognize, but they are not attacking me. Dog and deer are friendly. Various people from this life are involved with me. I feel I am in California.

What struck me the most was that a class fellow from my med school - whom I hadn't met in 35 years - and who never crossed my mind was calling me on the phone. The mobile phone is very different from what we use. They are like rectangular boxes. The voice is crystal clear. He welcomes me to the state of California as a neighbor. (Next day, I inquired about his present whereabouts. I shat in my pants when I learned he now lives in California and quit medicine long ago.)

Various people from my life are helping me settle into the new house. Most I know. They are in the same or different roles—my previous yard guy, OR technician from the hospital, a few cousins, and a brother-in-law.

The experience was F***** real.

Every time I go through such a session, I develop massive muscle aches all over the body. Still recovering :)

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Willful rebirth

Reincarnation itself is a very controversial subject. Few beliefs in it with vigor, few don't. Some are like me - agnostics.

I found it very interesting lately browsing articles, writeups, books, and videos - and particularly discussing with a spiritualist, I get connected while in Canada - a concept of willful rebirth!

Some people elevate themselves so high, and synchronous with the universe so well - that after death, they decide - if they want to get birth again, and where, and for what work they desire to help other humans.

While commenting on one of the posts: I recalled a Persian phrase which one of our school teachers used to say all the time: هر انسانی برای یک کار مقدر است

Every human is destined for one work in life. I assume some choose their role willfully!

Hateli pe Til

"Kiya ye sach hai ke agar aadmi kisi ki duao'n ke hisaar main aa jaye to uski hateli pe kahin - ziyada ter mount of venus - pe aik til ubhar aata hai"

On ultra-short stories

"Agar bachpan ka woh waqt phir se laut aaye jab hum jungle main jaya kerte the to kiya karoge?"

"Main bapu ki kaati hui lakRian phir jungle main bhool aaun ga"!

Next generation literature

Last couple of weeks, I had to interact with young teenagers. They were absolutely smart kids. As I vented against time wasting "online games", they asked me to see following video clip on concept of "Faith". After watching the clip, I am convinced that - next generation intellect, literature and form of education would be way different and revolutionary than what we imagine, alike printing press previously. Watch yourself - (preferably with caption) and decide yourself.

Call me a new convert!!!!

 

On 'ilme najoom"

(I am making following post for my own record)

Bano Qudsia was born in Feroz Pur, India. It is said that when she was born, there was a hindu jotish (palmist) sitting outside the hospital. He predicted that this moment a 'bhagat' (god's person) is borned.  Later, she became one of the finest author of Urdu literature and over time her writings were bridge towards sufism and spiritualism.

Asghar ka Makan!

Asghar ka makan school ke saath tha. Woh ahle-tashee (shia) the. Muharram ka mahina aate hi Asghar ka school main mazaq banna shuru ho jata. Hum sab na-samjh the. Us ko galeez namoN se pukarte. Zor zor se sab mil ker matam ka mazaq urate. Line bana ker school ke corridor main nikalte aur gaate jaate "Ya Hussain hum na the, Haleem khane main kum na the". .....Asghar chup rehta. Aik din kisi ne kaha: "Abe kuch to bol", to us ne jawab diya: "Karbala se jise sabar ki matti naseeb na hui woh abhi shia nahi huwa" (ye baat mujeh barsoN baad samajh aayi). 

Aathween, naween aur dasween (8th, 9th and 10th)  Muharrum ko Asghar ke makan per woh matam sajta ke Allah ki panah! Hamare abba matam dekhne ko mayub samjhte the magar hum phir bhi jaate, sharbat peete aur matam dekhte. ZanjeeroN ki jhankar,  lal dahakte koiloN ki angaar aur zaar-o-qatar rone ki woh qayamat bapa hoti ke dil dahal jaata. Kabhi kabhi to itna dar lagta ke us raat neend na aati. Yun lagta ke koi hamare kaan main ro raha hai!

Phir school khatam huwa, hum ne purana mohalla chor diya. 1980s main jab Karachi main Shia Sunni fasadat huwe to pata laga balwaiiyoN ne Asghar ka makan jala diya. Main jala huwa makan dekhne gaya to mera to dil hi ruk gaya. Bohat arse woh makan yunhi para raha. Log kehte Muharram ki tin raaton main - jale makan se - noha-kanaii ki awazain aati hain. Phir kisi ne woh makan khareed liya. Allah jane Asghar wale kahan gaye?

Us Makan main kai makeen aaye magar wahan koi abad na ho saka. Har saal do saal pe makeen badal jaate. Mujeh ye baat pata lagi to main ne socha chal ker dekhna chahiye. Main ne apne dost Ejaz se kaha chalte hain..

Dasween Muharram ki raat thi. SarkaiN sunsaan thi. Hum purane mohalle main paunche to woh makan Gair-abad tha. Poore makan pe andhera chaya tha. SaRak ke barqi qumqume (street lights) bhi gul the. Andhere ki apni dahshat hoti hai. Makan ki deewarain choti thiN. Hum deewar phalang ker andhere makan main daakhil huwe. Abhi band darwaze ki taraf barhe hi the ke khirkioN se siskiOn ki awazain aa rahi thi. Phir yun laga jese kisi ne 'Zainab' keh ker pukara ho! Hum ne kaha ya Ilahi ye kiya majra hai? Darwaze pe bara sa taala laga tha. Hum andhere main deewar tatolte tatolte ghar ke peechle aangan ki taraf gaye to yun laga ghar ki deewaron se matam ki awazain aa rahi hai. Ejaz ne meri guddi dabochi aur bola - bhag yaar! Hum peechli deewar kud ke jo bhage to bazaar main aa ke dum liya!

Ho sakta hai, ye hamare andar ka dar, wahma ya waswase ki taqat ho - ya phir hamare nana ki baat theek thi ke:

"Logon ka rona hasna - unke aehsasat, jazbat, duain, aarzuain, khawab, khusbuaiN - sab kuch - rang chune ki tarah - makan ke dar-o-deewar main rach bas jaata hai. Kuch makan khub abad hote hain aur kuch makan apne andar kisi ko basne nahi dete."

Soul mate

I never bought the concept of a soul mate, though I subscribe to the notion of 'spiritual tribes or families' - 'Soul Mates' but not Soul mates!

It was the year 2005. I was at the transit lounge of Amsterdam when I accidentally met a Chinese guy who was born and raised in the West. As we both started talking to kill time, he told me that he was going to China because he had a dream in which he was told he had a soulmate in some far-flung town/village in China. According to him, he was given all the specifics and details in a dream. He is now curious and wants to go and check out by himself. I didn't believe him. I asked him to email me if it turned out to be true. He promised. Indeed, a month later, he sent me an email confirming his dream was all true. I didn't believe him even then, thinking what a bluff!

Four years later, when I was closing my email account for personal reasons, I came across his email again, and out of curiosity, I sent him an email inquiring about his well-being and whereabouts. He sends me his picture with his 'soul mate.' He had embraced the Buddhist religion and stayed back in China for good! He looked happy in the photo with his hands around his 'soul mate.' I was not sure whether to continue to treat his story as a bluff this time. I just closed the browser.

Allah Jane!

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My experience with hypnotism

If you are following this blog, you may know my previous obsession with para-psychology.

In context with the quest for reincarnation, I know a psychic and hypnotist friend who claims to take people to past lives.

As he made me sit comfortably at his eye level and asked me to relax my mind and start saying things that I don't remember - I saw myself standing at the bank of a river. Bank was high, about 50 feet from the ground. I was almost 70-75 years old. I was dressed in a white-creamish shirt with some dark-colored pants. I was clean-shaven and bald. It seems I was an Indian/desi. It is a period of the early to mid-1950s.

Suddenly, I saw a massive figure with two iron hands (a huge 12-15 feet figure) who threw me into the river. I understand he was malkul-maut (angel of death)! It appears to people that the sand below my right foot slipped away, and I died from falling into the river - but now I know I was thrown into the river.

At this, my eyes opened. Hypnotist informed me that this was the best he could do!

But here is the kick! Even before this episode of my life - I was always afraid of water banks/beaches and swimming. (I have mentioned a few instances on this blog) and I always thought of living my life around 70-75...

I am still unsure - was that actual travel back to a past life or just a play of the human mind?

Allahu alim ul gaib.

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Jugnu Jesa woh Sitara - 2

Note: Received following email on my post from few days ago on Jugnu jesa woh sitara (here). Before I post this email note, let me tell you - I may have read but never paid attention to Quranic ayats described here. It is all new to me - and I remained skeptical, as always!!

"Somebody send me link to your post Jugnu jesa woh sitara! It was mind boggling, not because it was strange, but because it is exactly how things are described in Quran. Read first 4 ayats of Sureh Tariq (86th surah) - It is exactly how star (Tariq) and old sage man or buzurg (Hafiz) has been described. I can't just believe that how those 4 ayats of Quran manifested exactly as you described in your dream... In this Surah life has been described as piercing star (what you said as jugnu jesa woh sitara)

86:1... By the sky (samaa)and the night comer (Tariq)
86:2.... And what  you know what is Tariq?
86:3.... It is the piercing star (najmus-saqib)
86:4.... There is no soul but that it has over it a protector (Hafiz)

Jugnu jesa woh sitara!

Insaan ki zindagi main kabhi kabhi aese waqiaat hote hain ke aql hairan reh jaati hai, daanish faryadi ho jaati hai aur khird ka janaza nikal jaata hai! Meri zindagi ka aesa hi aik waqiya raqam kerta hun. Aqal maane to maniye - werna aik majzoob ki bur samjh ke aage barh jaaiye!

Na to is waqiye ke kai aur 'specifics' darj ker sakta hun, aur na hi us shakhsiyat (personality) ka naam! - ke is ki ijazat nahi!!

Mujeh mere khuda ne bagair maange itna kuch diya hai ke shikayat ka to sawal hi nahi tha. Na to main ne kabhi namaz parhi hai, na roza rakha rakha hai - bulke ulta rab ki zaat pe shak hi kiya hai. Quran bhi literature samjh ke parhta raha hun. Magar woh ajeeb kareem hai - mujh se nazrain chura ke jholi bhar deta hai, is liye dua mangte huwe bhi darta hun - ke bhai chup chap chale chalo aur maze lotte raho!!

Is waqiye ko bhi bagair maange aik naimat hi jaanta hun! - 10 baras baad bhi yun mehsoos hota hai, kul raat ka qissa ho!!

Zindagi main aik mor aesa aaya jab main bohat pareshan tha- kuch sujahi nahi deta tha aur dimag maa'uf tha. Mere beta bachpan se bohat bimar rehta tha. (We had been to many doctors, GI specialists, diagnostic tests, antibiotics etc. etc. but there was no relief)..... Jab aulad bimar ho to insaan ko kahin chen nahi parta aur woh har dubte tinke ka sahara dhundhta hai.

Aik roz apni pareshani ke alam main yunhi kisi akhbar ke safhe ulat pulat raha tha ke aik khabar parhi ke aik sahibe-ilm (not muslim) logoN ke kaam aate hain! Pehle socha unka pata/email dhundhun aur khat likh ke apni pareshani ka hal poochuN. Phir ye soch ke irada chor diya ke - dafa karo - Allah! khud hi koi sabeel nikal dega - aese kai fraudiye ghumte hain. Aik kamzor lamha hai guzar jaaye ga! Khud doctor ho kar peer-faqeeroN ka sahara lena - na baba na!

Kuch dino baad khawab main kiya dekhta hun woh buzurg saamne bethe hain. Unhe kabhi nahi dekha magar pechan leta hun. Yun to khawab hai magar sab haqeeqat lagta hai. Mera haat thamthe hain to aas paas ka saara manzar maddham par jaata hi aur aik jhagmagate jugnu jesa sitara hawa main gardish kerne lagta hai. Main poochta hun 'ye kiya hai?' Kehte hain: 'Zindagi ka sitara hai, pareshanioN se maand nahi parta! tumhari pareshani kheriat se guzar jaaye gi'. Main poochta hun: 'koi aesi baat batayye ke mere dil ko tasalli ho jaaye!' Jawab dete hain (angrezi main): 'I see this child healthy and also 2 beautiful kids growing!' - aur mujeh tasalli ho jaati hai..... (this is before my other kid was born). 

Kehte hain: "aur poocho?" Main kehta hun: "Zindagi main koi bari mushkil?" kehte hain: "tera rasta sahal likha hai". 

Phir meri zaati zindagi, mustaqbil aur khandan ke baare main kuch aesi batain hoti hain jin ka mujeh bhi us waqt ilm nahi tha. Un aurton ka zikar hota hai jo abhi zindagi main aai hi nahi thin!

aur phir..................  sitara madham ho jaata hai. Zindagi ka har naqash wese hi ho jaata hai. Aankh khulti hai to lagta hai aalame-adam se lota hun.


koi saliqa hai  aarzoo  ka,  na bandagi meri bandagi hai
ye sab tumhara karam hai Aqa, ke baat ab tak bani hui hai  

(Khalid Mehmood Khalid ka sher)

On 'God's Particle' and "Maraqbaye Maut"!

In this blog, I have described my obsession, quest, and opinion about paranormal stuff.

1996 was one remarkable year. I used to live alone in an apartment in Chicago. In the summer of 1995, I start experimenting with OOB (Out of Body) exercises. There was no Internet (at least for me). I spend hours and hours at Barnes & Noble reading books on its technique. In between, I found a book on "Maraqbaye Maut" (Death Yoga). After a few months, as my fear started subsiding and I started getting more comfortable, I experienced "vibes" (shaking of the whole body) before the astral body detached from the material body. I often floated on the roof or went down under the bed - away from my body! And in a few instances, sailed to places that were beyond comprehension. I doubt it was anything like or near death! It may even be just hypnagogic seizures or pure neuro-psychiatry.

But one thing was sure - I had this extreme wish not to return to my body during those moments. I sincerely hoped to die. The sense of 'latafat' (lightness) was mind-boggling. At least I remember one moment when I saw all my loved ones happily living without me. No! I didn't pass through any tunnel or see any light described in NDE (Near Death Experience).

I am a very skeptical person. I can't be spiritual as I tend to ask for reasoning. Banda banne ke liye janne se ziyada manne ki shart hai. For a long time, I scratch my head looking for an explanation for those phenomena. I firmly believed there was nothing religious or spiritual about it.

This discovery of God's particle helped me understand this astral body's levitation from the body. It explains the release of energy from the mass with a few mental exercises. If you feel compelled, google it. It's an exciting discovery of science! (here)

(If you want to experience and have fun with OOB - be my guest. But those "Vibes" - shaking of the whole body - will cripple your muscles for 2/3 days - or maybe I am myopathic, I guess)

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On Near Death Experience

A Texas teenager, Ben Breedlove, who cheated death three times despite a dangerous heart condition died on Christmas night from a heart attack, but not before posting a two-part video on YouTube telling his story and describing a series of powerful visions.

Story here,    Youtube videos  Part 1 Part 2

The Professor

As commented for previous post - cross post from Uncle Saugoree blog

"He was not a university type professor but he was master of Ulum-e-Nujoom wa Qiyafah. He knew my chief and many other chiefs he knew as he had "tiched" them and had a testimonial from all big shots of Pakistan some professors, some High court Judges or Lawyers and such well-known officials and politicians (Pakistan and India- I am talking about 1958 experience).

One day he proceeded to demonstrate his "powers". He gave us a slate on which we wrote something after we had gone into other room and came back to him and to our surprise he was able to write it down exactly what we had written. So what is this "tiching". He would catch hold of a finger, mostly little finger just for a moment and then will tell you about what will happen to the person. This process was called by him as, "tich kerna". I was tiched also (no charge) and most of what he said turned out to be true such as when I would go out (of country) hwereas at that time I had not thought of leaving Pakistan".

Read full post here

Psychiatry, Religion and NDE

"As you ask me to pinpoint one thing which I found consistent and different in my practice of psychiatry, let me tell you first that being a psychiatrist and a Muslim together was very interesting for me, particularly after my training in Western institutions. One phenomenon which remained very attractive for me was talking to patients with 'near death experience' (NDE). All those patients consistently described their loved ones who were already dead to be on the other side waiting for them. I found it bizarre that none of many patients recalled seeing an alive person. I always wondered, is it all anoxic brain tissues that give consistent NDE physiology, or is this real metaphysical and spiritual thingy".

Related post: Code Blue

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Negative thoughts

Negative thoughts attract negative events!

mindsets

There are no good angels or bad angels. 
They are just meant to "run affairs" by setting up human mindsets!

Two thoughts

Two thoughts after one semi-sleep dream.

1. It was a dream; he was coming to touch me, and then he felt me, but that outer natural touch mingled in my dream. Now the Q? Did my brain sense someone coming to touch me? (Make sense? weird thought?)

2. As outer sensations of light, touch, smell, etc. mingle in our dreams' stories, I am thinking, does cosmic, magnetic, and all different unseen waves from the universe intermingle and mold our thought processes?

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