It should begin when I was a 2 month old baby. When I was 6 or 7 years old, my mother gave me a look of a picture of me, wrapping tight with sheets of blanket, sitting upright on a bamboo armchair. I instantly remembered the scene when the picture was taken. At that time, My mother was carrying me in her chest in the garden. And her girlfriend visiting her, asked her to sit with me in the armchair, and she will take the picture for us. My mother refused, and said that the child alone could have the picture taken. This startled her girlfriend, saying that my mother should not put a little baby alone in an armchair with big opening at the sides. The baby might fall. My mother told her to rest assured that the baby would not move that much. (In my mind, I was scolding my mother, thinking how stupid she was to treat a baby like that. But I preferred to keep my mouth shut in case she would treat me as a monster and throw me to the floor. In fact, my thinking ability couldn’t co-ordinate with my baby meager power. I was always so tired and sleepy. Anything in need could only utter in crying.)
At last, I alone had the picture taken by her friend, with my eyes staring right on the camera. After that, my mother asked her friend to carry me to have a picture taken. But her friend refused, saying that she was still single, didn’t want to be mistaken as a mother. From that time onwards, I believed I should settle as being a quiet little baby and live like one for my survival sake.
I reminded my mother of the things that happened when the picture was taken. She could only remember her girlfriend visited a few times the year I was born, but lost touch ever since.� And She simply forgot who took the picture. She only knew herself didn’t. Then I emphasized the fact that I was thinking like an adult even though I was only 2 months old. But my mother just ignored that.
I am now a 50 year old man, still struggling to find a balance within the world of normality. Superiority as in reincarnation can be a curse of abnormality. Differences can make you apart from the world. From my experience, the reality of reincarnation can be differentiated by the eyes. Because eyes are the windows of spirit. They tell you if someone has knowledge.
Of the lamas, 90% of the claimed reincarnation cases are deceptions just for political reinforcing continuous reigning. But there are some underlying mystical spiritual forces existing. Such as the spirits of eerie gods they worship, and the manifestation at will by some lamas.
To believe a religion or not is personal, depending your need. I myself have witnessed various powers of religions but had never been a believer. I had played with a Ouija board when I was young and witnessed the power of it. It does not mean that I have to depend on it. One thing you should bear in mind is that once you take something you have to pay it back. But the pay back may not be the extent you could imagine.
Next time, if I may, I would talk about the reason I came again in the Sai Chan The Story 2.
Sent in by Sai Yin Chan, Copyright 2009