There was one thing that troubled Vaidehi about reincarnation. If reincarnation was a reality then was there not a huge problem with the learning system that humans had to go through? First there was language to learn and basic skills in the form of walking and talking. And then as we grew older we had to amass the learning of eons of human civilization. The mind had to be crammed in with knowledge, information and wisdom but to what end?
When we died everything was lost and we had to relearn everything when we were born again. Spend another half a life gathering what we already knew in another life, with a few updates of course.
What if there was a way by which humans could carry whatever they had learned from one lifetime to another? Not language or basic skills but learning that took a lifetime. Value of truth, teachings of the masters, the nature of the universe, the dangers of the vices, the connection with the divine, what if all these were never to be forgotten? Would it not help the soul in its journey?
It became the most important question in Vaidehi’s mind, an obsession with her.
Yet, rapidly she discovered that the solution did not lie in science. When science barely recognized the existence of the soul how could it record the memories for the soul? There had to be another way and the way had to be spirituality.
Unfortunately for Vaidehi spirituality was not a paying profession and Vaidehi had to come to terms with that reality.
She buried herself in the study of languages and as the years passed she became a professor in English Literature for a leading institution but she knew that the mission of her life was to find the answer to how the soul could carry memories.
Vaidehi’s Father refused to travel with his daughter out of Pondicherry, for him that was the world and Vaidehi was free to come and visit whenever she wanted.
It was a cold January morning when Vaidehi received the news that her Father had taken terribly ill, it was his third cardiac arrest and the doctor told her over the phone that the prognosis wasn’t very good. Vaidehi took the first available flight to Chennai and was at the hospital in Pondicherry by nightfall.
Her Mother and Sisters were more than relieved to see her, though her Father had been deeply sedated they had heard him whisper Vaidehi’s name in his sleep. He missed his daughter.
Vaidehi insisted on being the night watchman outside the ICCU while her Mother and Sisters got some much needed rest, they could take over from her early the next day. They agreed.
It was about two in the morning when the duty nurse woke Vaidehi up from a wakeful sleep in the waiting room. Her Father was asking for her. Vaidehi immediately snapped out her fatigue and strode to her Father’s room.
Her Father lay inclined on a bunch of pillows, breathing heavily but strangely awake. He smiled tearfully as he watched his daughter walk into the room and patted the side of his bed indicating her to sit by his side. Vaidehi sat next to her Father. “When I had my cardiac arrest I fell unconscious but I did see something, someone would be a better way to put it,” her Father whispered.
Vaidehi leaned forward to his listen to her Father better. “What did you see?” she asked her Father.
“A Light, it wanted me to explain to you the answer that you have been seeking since you were little. The answer to soul memory.”
Vaidehi furrowed her brow; this was unusual at best and bizarre at the least. “What did the Light want to say to me?”
Her Father closed his eyes in an attempt to remember everything in detail. “The Light said to me that souls did have memory and the memory of the souls were always recorded. It was just that Man had lost the ability to access the memory of the soul from his other lives. The early Man was able to do it with considerable ease.”
“So where is the soul memory recorded?” Vaidehi asked almost shaking with excitement and hoping the answer made sense.
“Man has many Chakras that are the passages from his physical body to the metaphysical one but the seven Chakras are most important and they keep the soul memory intact. The seven chakras actually signify the advent of Man, his journey. The first is the root chakra, it is the man himself, the primordial man with his primitive needs and the second one is the sacral chakra that depicts the first desire of man or the need for the propagation of the species, the third chakra, the solar plexus or the navel chakra, man’s need for sustenance, the fourth is heart chakra, the need for love, for compassion, for others. The fifth chakra is the throat chakra, the need for communication. The sixth the forehead chakra or the third eye chakra is the vision of the future and the need to see a better tomorrow and then the last one the crown chakra, the need for man’s need to be in touch with the divine. The Seven chakras are but the journey of man from his primordial self to the divine.”
Her Father took a deep breath, he seemed exhausted. Vaidehi had always known about the chakras but never explained like this. It seemed that the Light that had spoken to her Father had been a Light of knowledge.
“Then the Light told me that the memory of the soul is preserved in these chakras,” Vaidehi’s Father continued with urgency of a dying man. “The root chakra has the memory of the entire soul journey and that is the reason why you use the term gut feeling. Your fears and survival instinct memories are stored there, the sacral chakra has the memory of your carnal instincts, the solar plexus has stored in its self the memories of the civilizations that you have traversed, the heart chakra has stored your relationships and loves deep in them, the throat chakra has in it the specific moments that the soul can remember, like things spoken or words heard, the third eye stores all your aspirations and dreams, from one life to another and the seventh chakra is the memories of your encounters with the divine. If you are able to meditate and reach your chakras your memories will open up to you.”
Vaidehi could only stare in awe at her Father. The entire quest of her life was revealed to her in one night at a remote hospital in Pondicherry. Tired her Father closed his eyes and fell asleep once again. Vaidehi walked out of her Father’s room and sat back in the waiting room. The realization had hit her too hard.
She had no idea when an hour went by. It was only when the nurse came back and called her attention that Vaidehi came out of her deep thought. She was at pains to inform her that her Father had passed away. Somewhere, somehow, Vaidehi expected that. She began to walk to her Father’s room when the nurse told her that she was going to the wrong room, her Father’s room was the other way. Vaidehi stared at her in disbelief.
“Did you not call me an hour back and tell me that my Father wanted to speak to me?”
“No ma’am, I never came to you and your Father has never woken up from his sleep. You must have met someone else in some other room.”
All Vaidehi could so was stare.