'A Message From The Soul'
They say, that sometimes, the soul is the passageway into other realms. Over the course of many years of meditations, here are the patterns that I have generated. Let me write them down, so that, like the diviners who used to read the patterns of tea leaves, for glimpses into the future, I will be able to, hopefully, glimpse into my own future.
Once, when I was meditating, I received these strings of messages and thought patterns, which, simply, seemed to waift up from the depths of my soul. Here are the journal entries of Jasmine. Jasmine wrote them down, after she had meditated. The journal entries are the visions generated from her meditations.
9 August, 1972 Zahedan City, Zahedan Province - Iran
Dear Diary
I had not much better to do today, so I ventured deep into the meditative state of mind, and I am recording that which I have seen.
At first, I could not see much of anything, but then, the picture in my mind, that my soul was reading, from the spiritual realm, began to crystallize, and I could see an old and wizened man. He looked like a Semitic person, and he was leaning, hunched-backed over a wooden card table. He had a quill feather in his right hand, and he was leaning over yellowed manuscript paper. I zeroed in on what he was writing down, here it was:
My name is Ali, and my age is getting the best of me. Still, it is amazing that I can remember what I do about the Ismaels. They were an interesting and a noble family. They were the finest family in Baluchistan, Pakistan. But, it was the patriarch of the family, Dawfud, who really stood out to anyone who met him. He was DIFFERENT! I mean, one could tell this just by looking in his eyes. When a person looked into Dawfud's eyes, one saw a very commanding spirit, with a violent, and aggressive yellowish hue. His eyes were a very deep and fiery sapphire colour, that reminded me of a very turbulent sea. His eyes suggested that he was a very deep man, who would always ponder many ideas at once, and as the currents of the sea conflict themselves, the thoughts in his mind, and soul would conflict, and this would be borne out through his eyes.
He had a pretty wife, named Mariam. Mariam was a very delicate creature; who reminded me of a faerie in various mythologies around the world. There was something mythical and magical about her. She had an almost supernatural quality to her, and it was obvious when one looked into her eyes. I will not hesitate to admit that I know that the eyes are the gateway to the soul. That is why eye contact can either make a person vulnerable, or invincible. She, too, had blue eyes, but they were a much calmer and milder tone of blue than that of her husband. Her eyes reminded me of fine and polished sapphires. When I looked into her eyes, I would always be bewitched by the sheer mystique and beauty of them. It was as though, by looking into her eyes, I would be drawn into the soul. She had a very caring and compassionate soul.
People say that opposites attract. For most of my life, I have not believed this to be true, but I began to change my mind when I met the Ismaels. The two, husband and wife, were opposites of each other. When I first met the two, I had a niggling and intuitive feeling that their meeting, and their marriage MUST have been inspired by a supernatural force. Their description of their unique meeting, and wedding simply confirmed my initial hunch! Let me start by describing their physical appearance.
Dawfud was 6'5" tall. He reminded me of a fierce and tall tribal man. Like most tribal men, he stood fierce and proud, and was always proud of his family and his lineage. For him, family and lineage was the world, and those two elements, as well as family honour were what defined life for him. I know that many people in the west may look upon way of viewing the world as quite narrow, but from the standpoint of the Baluchi tribals, such a way of viewing the world is indeed quite rich and diverse. Most Baluchi tribal people are darker in complexion, and they have darker hair and eyes. But, Dawfud stood out, he reminded me of the tall strand of wheat that stood out, towering above the other stalks, and gleaming in the Sun, in fierce rebellion and defiance. In fact, it was the tallness and the rebellious nature of that outlier wheat strand that appeared to give it a supernatural aura, which the Sun brought out. It is difficult to explain, but upon meeting Dawfud, you got the impression that there was something that was JUST DIFFERENT about him! He had sandy blonde hair that gleamed in the Sun, and reminded me of the reflection that gleaming fields of wheat give under the Sun. Dawfud also had a pearly white complexion, which, as I mentioned earlier is rare for Baluchis.
Mariam, his wife was 5'4" tall. She was very skinny in frame. She had a haunting beauty in her face. She had an oval shaped face, and she had lots of curly black hair. She was Muslim, and she was traditional minded, so she always covered her hair with the scarf. But she let a few tendrils of her hair hang down either side of her face; that made her face look very memorable. She had porcelain white skin, which was very gentle in appearance. She reminded me of a mythical pearl in a unique oyster shell. The minute you took the pearl out and looked at it, you were blinded by its translucent milky white glow, with glittery undertones, that shone with a supernatural glow. Mariam was from Zahedan province in Iran. Zahedan province borders Baluchistan province in Pakistan, which is where Dawfud was from. In fact, Zahedan lies in the region of Sistan via Baluchistan in Iran.
Now, Mariam was a very gentle, loving and forgiving person. When she talked, her voice was soothing. It seemed as though God was talking through her body when she spoke. Whenever I heard her talk, I would always be lulled into a very sedated and altered state of mind. I could feel a very nice natural high coming over my mind and body, and I could feel thoughts and knowledge wafting up through my soul from the spiritual realm, whenever she talked. Her husband, on the other hand, had a very directing and booming voice. He had a commanding voice and presence, and you knew that you could never fool, nor mess with him! He wanted the truth, and he KNEW how to obtain it from other people. Dawfud was a very serious person, and one look at you from his eyes, and you melted, and shrunk back in fear. Then you broke down and admitted all of your wrong doings to him.
Dawfud was a very responsible and serious person. He showed a precocious aptitude for chores and responsibility at a young age. He was doing household chores on a regular basis by the age of 3. This is a time when other youngsters want to go outside and play. He was a studious and adept student, and he took his academics seriously, as though his life depended on his obtaining perfect marks. He showed incredible seriousness, and a very precocious ability to be responsible by the time he was in his teens. He was a very somber and serious youngster, and he was well beyond his years in terms of his maturity. He also had an amazing sense of discipline, which he followed with amazing precision through out his life. He had an uncanny sense of ethics and morality, which he always followed. He even went out of his way to not to business with those whom he even remotely thought might be corrupt! When I knew him, he had 6 children, and I knew that he was always the disciplinarian. His wife's more gentle temperament balanced his more stormy and commanding one. I knew he was the one who towed the line, laid down the law, and expected absolute conformity, and compliance, from his children.
However, I sometimes wonder if his austere and strict ways of bringing up his children hadn't been what had inspired Youseuf to rebel in the ways that he did. Youseuf may have looked exactly like his father, but he acted totally different from his father, and his personality was much different. True, Youseuf was a gentleman, but he was much more liberal in mindset and outlook. Youseuf was fun-loving, though he was a very serious and responsible person, as well. Also, unlike his father, Youseuf showed the amazing ability to support himself at a young age. I remember him working at least 40 hours a week by the age of 7. Youseuf had paid his entire way through college and graduate school. Dawfud may have been a strict disciplinarian, and a person who always adheres to the rules, but Youseuf had an independent spirit and streak to his soul, and he had rebellious tendencies. He sought to bend and make the rules in his own image. He never broke the law, but he did find interesting ways of doing things. He reminded me of JASMINE. Perhaps that is why he fell in love with her, and he married her. On Earth, she was born as Prita, but then she went through a profound spiritual transformation, and over the years, through much deep meditation, and deep spiritual ponderings, she broke out of the 'cages' that she said 'bound her in her misery for centuries' and became Jasmine, the eternal spirit from God's realm, who, at one time, ate ambrosia from the cups at the table of God and the spiritual deities. In the process, she acquired supernatural powers. I could describe Jasmine even further, but that is a discussion for another day.
They say, that sometimes, the soul is the passageway into other realms. Over the course of many years of meditations, here are the patterns that I have generated. Let me write them down, so that, like the diviners who used to read the patterns of tea leaves, for glimpses into the future, I will be able to, hopefully, glimpse into my own future.
Once, when I was meditating, I received these strings of messages and thought patterns, which, simply, seemed to waift up from the depths of my soul. Here are the journal entries of Jasmine. Jasmine wrote them down, after she had meditated. The journal entries are the visions generated from her meditations.
9 August, 1972 Zahedan City, Zahedan Province - Iran
Dear Diary
I had not much better to do today, so I ventured deep into the meditative state of mind, and I am recording that which I have seen.
At first, I could not see much of anything, but then, the picture in my mind, that my soul was reading, from the spiritual realm, began to crystallize, and I could see an old and wizened man. He looked like a Semitic person, and he was leaning, hunched-backed over a wooden card table. He had a quill feather in his right hand, and he was leaning over yellowed manuscript paper. I zeroed in on what he was writing down, here it was:
My name is Ali, and my age is getting the best of me. Still, it is amazing that I can remember what I do about the Ismaels. They were an interesting and a noble family. They were the finest family in Baluchistan, Pakistan. But, it was the patriarch of the family, Dawfud, who really stood out to anyone who met him. He was DIFFERENT! I mean, one could tell this just by looking in his eyes. When a person looked into Dawfud's eyes, one saw a very commanding spirit, with a violent, and aggressive yellowish hue. His eyes were a very deep and fiery sapphire colour, that reminded me of a very turbulent sea. His eyes suggested that he was a very deep man, who would always ponder many ideas at once, and as the currents of the sea conflict themselves, the thoughts in his mind, and soul would conflict, and this would be borne out through his eyes.
He had a pretty wife, named Mariam. Mariam was a very delicate creature; who reminded me of a faerie in various mythologies around the world. There was something mythical and magical about her. She had an almost supernatural quality to her, and it was obvious when one looked into her eyes. I will not hesitate to admit that I know that the eyes are the gateway to the soul. That is why eye contact can either make a person vulnerable, or invincible. She, too, had blue eyes, but they were a much calmer and milder tone of blue than that of her husband. Her eyes reminded me of fine and polished sapphires. When I looked into her eyes, I would always be bewitched by the sheer mystique and beauty of them. It was as though, by looking into her eyes, I would be drawn into the soul. She had a very caring and compassionate soul.
People say that opposites attract. For most of my life, I have not believed this to be true, but I began to change my mind when I met the Ismaels. The two, husband and wife, were opposites of each other. When I first met the two, I had a niggling and intuitive feeling that their meeting, and their marriage MUST have been inspired by a supernatural force. Their description of their unique meeting, and wedding simply confirmed my initial hunch! Let me start by describing their physical appearance.
Dawfud was 6'5" tall. He reminded me of a fierce and tall tribal man. Like most tribal men, he stood fierce and proud, and was always proud of his family and his lineage. For him, family and lineage was the world, and those two elements, as well as family honour were what defined life for him. I know that many people in the west may look upon way of viewing the world as quite narrow, but from the standpoint of the Baluchi tribals, such a way of viewing the world is indeed quite rich and diverse. Most Baluchi tribal people are darker in complexion, and they have darker hair and eyes. But, Dawfud stood out, he reminded me of the tall strand of wheat that stood out, towering above the other stalks, and gleaming in the Sun, in fierce rebellion and defiance. In fact, it was the tallness and the rebellious nature of that outlier wheat strand that appeared to give it a supernatural aura, which the Sun brought out. It is difficult to explain, but upon meeting Dawfud, you got the impression that there was something that was JUST DIFFERENT about him! He had sandy blonde hair that gleamed in the Sun, and reminded me of the reflection that gleaming fields of wheat give under the Sun. Dawfud also had a pearly white complexion, which, as I mentioned earlier is rare for Baluchis.
Mariam, his wife was 5'4" tall. She was very skinny in frame. She had a haunting beauty in her face. She had an oval shaped face, and she had lots of curly black hair. She was Muslim, and she was traditional minded, so she always covered her hair with the scarf. But she let a few tendrils of her hair hang down either side of her face; that made her face look very memorable. She had porcelain white skin, which was very gentle in appearance. She reminded me of a mythical pearl in a unique oyster shell. The minute you took the pearl out and looked at it, you were blinded by its translucent milky white glow, with glittery undertones, that shone with a supernatural glow. Mariam was from Zahedan province in Iran. Zahedan province borders Baluchistan province in Pakistan, which is where Dawfud was from. In fact, Zahedan lies in the region of Sistan via Baluchistan in Iran.
Now, Mariam was a very gentle, loving and forgiving person. When she talked, her voice was soothing. It seemed as though God was talking through her body when she spoke. Whenever I heard her talk, I would always be lulled into a very sedated and altered state of mind. I could feel a very nice natural high coming over my mind and body, and I could feel thoughts and knowledge wafting up through my soul from the spiritual realm, whenever she talked. Her husband, on the other hand, had a very directing and booming voice. He had a commanding voice and presence, and you knew that you could never fool, nor mess with him! He wanted the truth, and he KNEW how to obtain it from other people. Dawfud was a very serious person, and one look at you from his eyes, and you melted, and shrunk back in fear. Then you broke down and admitted all of your wrong doings to him.
Dawfud was a very responsible and serious person. He showed a precocious aptitude for chores and responsibility at a young age. He was doing household chores on a regular basis by the age of 3. This is a time when other youngsters want to go outside and play. He was a studious and adept student, and he took his academics seriously, as though his life depended on his obtaining perfect marks. He showed incredible seriousness, and a very precocious ability to be responsible by the time he was in his teens. He was a very somber and serious youngster, and he was well beyond his years in terms of his maturity. He also had an amazing sense of discipline, which he followed with amazing precision through out his life. He had an uncanny sense of ethics and morality, which he always followed. He even went out of his way to not to business with those whom he even remotely thought might be corrupt! When I knew him, he had 6 children, and I knew that he was always the disciplinarian. His wife's more gentle temperament balanced his more stormy and commanding one. I knew he was the one who towed the line, laid down the law, and expected absolute conformity, and compliance, from his children.
However, I sometimes wonder if his austere and strict ways of bringing up his children hadn't been what had inspired Youseuf to rebel in the ways that he did. Youseuf may have looked exactly like his father, but he acted totally different from his father, and his personality was much different. True, Youseuf was a gentleman, but he was much more liberal in mindset and outlook. Youseuf was fun-loving, though he was a very serious and responsible person, as well. Also, unlike his father, Youseuf showed the amazing ability to support himself at a young age. I remember him working at least 40 hours a week by the age of 7. Youseuf had paid his entire way through college and graduate school. Dawfud may have been a strict disciplinarian, and a person who always adheres to the rules, but Youseuf had an independent spirit and streak to his soul, and he had rebellious tendencies. He sought to bend and make the rules in his own image. He never broke the law, but he did find interesting ways of doing things. He reminded me of JASMINE. Perhaps that is why he fell in love with her, and he married her. On Earth, she was born as Prita, but then she went through a profound spiritual transformation, and over the years, through much deep meditation, and deep spiritual ponderings, she broke out of the 'cages' that she said 'bound her in her misery for centuries' and became Jasmine, the eternal spirit from God's realm, who, at one time, ate ambrosia from the cups at the table of God and the spiritual deities. In the process, she acquired supernatural powers. I could describe Jasmine even further, but that is a discussion for another day.