I repeated the question.

"Why go through all this Venu, cannot the soul just learn everything from the spirit guides and evolve on the spiritual plane without ever being born?" I asked.

"The soul is never satisfied with theories," said Venu. "Direct experience is required for learning and earth is not the only physical plane in existence for gaining the experience." "There are numerous worlds such as where we live in and where the soul gains experiential knowledge," he said.

"So why am I not aware that I am the indestructible soul and not this physical body with all its trials and tribulations?" I asked thinking that life would be much easier.

"Intellectually, you know you are the soul and not the body," said Venu. "You have to get the direct experience of this, until then you will never be convinced" "For, once you gain the experiential knowledge that you are not the body but the soul then you have finished with this chapter of your lesson on earth." "After learning this, some choose to remain the length of time of their destined period on earth and help others to reach that state, while others just move on shedding their mortal bodies," said Venu.

"Why does God play hide and seek with his devotees? Why can't he just appear in all His glory and help us all out in these turbulent times that we live in? I asked with a certain amount of exasperation. "Why doesn't he put and end to all these wars and killings instead of showing Himself through so-called miracles" I went on.

I was referring to all the shower of sacred ash from the photographs of the Gods in some houses. In some cases some devotees go into a trance and foretell the future; speak in strange voices, strange languages, all of which is quite common these days. Would it not be desirable to just zap the brains of the troublemakers and make them see reason?

"That's a nice theory," said Venu. "Slightly better than what you had wanted in school. Since you hated math you wanted to kill the teacher!"

Embarrassed to the hilt, I ignored this barb and went on to ask him about the large numbers of holy men and woman showcasing their spiritual powers to all. All of them had some physical manifestations to prove that God was their personal property. Some had a miraculous rudraksha that manifested itself during their prayers; some others spoke about a fossil with divine markings that suddenly appeared in the prayer room and so on.

"The manifestations that you see and hear are all creations of the lesser evolved spirits, and not manifestations of the Eternal." said Venu. "Just as we like to be recognized by our feats and acts, egos exist in the spirit world too! "

"So are these acts to be recognized as something authentic or fake?" I asked Venu.

"The best test is that if such acts are being done for self-aggrandizements of the individual practicing it, or if it is done for making money, you should stay away from such people and places." was Venu's answer.

He continued, "Some spirits remain earthbound and don't go the ethereal plane where they can continue with their education. Such spirits still seek earthly pleasure and for this they need a body. So to gain power over you they tell you, using the medium, irrelevant details about your life thus gaining your confidence"

I agreed to this automatically. I knew of a person who would, under a trance, tell you details of what is lying around in your wardrobe, tell you how you had trouble with your vehicle and all such trivia. Having established that he did have the powers, he would then scare the daylights out of you by saying that some enemy in the family was plotting against you and to counter that he would need large sums of money. To some he would give a brownish paste, which is to be used as incense. It was discovered to contain cannabis and some other such hallucinatory substances. This came to light when one person became unconscious and started behaving strangely and different when he awoke.

This might be what Venu was alluding to as seeking a body.

"Hey, but isn't God or at least our guardian angels supposed to be protecting us against such psychic invasions" I asked indignantly.

"You can be certain of one thing," said Venu. "You cannot be invaded thus without your permission." "Generally people who indulge and seek such help are usually trying to get something they are not entitled to, in the blueprint of their life. Some seek to wreak revenge on their enemies by using the powers of such entities." Venu continued "Such people by their acts make themselves defenseless against such attacks as they are verily inviting trouble!"

I had read about a theory that what ever you give the Universe, it returns to you threefold.

"All of us have an aura that protects us and the best way to maintain a strong aura is to have a clean and pure life," said Venu. "Jealousy, hatred, and other such negative emotions thin the aura making holes which allow entities to feed on such vibrations that these emotions generate." "Once an entity gains entry, you become an empowered source of negativity and you begin to sap the energy of those around you and it then becomes more and more powerful," said Venu.

I listened to all this deeply and somewhere deep within I realized that a lot of questions were answered. And like every other situation the solution was so simple. Lead a clean and pure life; love your fellow human being. Help all and love all. It was all so simple. No complicated mantras, no eye watering homas, nothing. I was passionately thankful to what I had learnt. I had never felt so alive.

The train started shaking again and this time very violently. A booming voice that started from afar raced to the present moment. I found myself staring at the ruddy face of the conductor who was shaking me out of my sleep. I had reached the New York Penn Station and he was asking me to get off the train.

"Hey, you knocked out or somethin'?" the conductor asked.

Egad, was this all a dream? It was all so vivid, the train, the child, Venu and what he spoke to me, and the song he sang...

There was long queue to the elevator to the first level of the station. Still in a daze, I was absently staring ahead; a bus

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