Broken soul

In the pale yellow illumination of the night lamp, I was fast asleep. I started to feel like shifting to my left side about 1 a.m. My eyes were wide open for a single second while doing so, but I couldn’t shut them again. I was taken aback when I noticed a man lying next to me on the mattress.

It wound up taking me nearly 4 seconds to remember that I had slept singly. There was no one else in the room with me when I went to sleep, so I shut the door from the inside. So who was he in the first place? A shudder ran down my spine as my heart missed a beat. I summoned the guts to not slip. I made use of my brains.

I awoke slowly and deliberately from my mattress and scooted across to the other side to see who the heck he was. In the dull light beam of the twilight lamp, I couldn’t recognise his face initially, but still, it looked as if I had seen him before. For a few seconds, I massaged my eyelids and focused on his face once more.

I was surprised to realize that it was none other than myself. “But that! How is this even plausible? What is the best way for me to see myself? Was it a nightmare or a dream?” I tried to touch myself right away to sense my flesh, to experience truth. To my surprise, I was able to touch my own body. I squeezed my arm and felt the discomfort. “Oh, my sweet lord!” says the speaker. It’s the truth! But how can that be plausible?”

I gathered myself again and attempted to touch the guy who looked exactly like me to determine if he was imagination or not. Out of terror, I gently touched his brow. My hand brushed against the flesh and sensed the warmth of the body. “Oh, my good lord! “What is going on?” He began to laugh as soon as he awoke. In terror, my legs started to quiver.

He seated in a cross-legged position on the mattress, looking and chuckling at me incessantly. I couldn’t take any more of this horrifying vision; my eyes couldn’t take it any longer. I moved to flee such a terrifying ghostly event, however, on the opposite side, another terrifying mystical occurrence awaited me.

By mistake, my gaze was drawn to the corner of the room, where another guy was sobbing. “And who the hell is that guy?” I got right up close with him. Maybe he was a sufferer of this strange occurrence as well. To help him stand up, I placed my right hand on his back. He raised his eyes, but what did he see? It was once again I. “How am I supposed to be in three places at once?” I’m the only one then how that guy could be me. “Who am I in my true self?”

All of my emotions became jumbled at the same time, as if a maelstrom of jumbled emotions had emerged, wiping away all of my truths and personalities. I had the impression that the weeping person was me. I started to notice the other two Amans’ corpses, one of whom was terrified and the other of whom was seated on the mattress, crying with laughter. “How can I overlook that the true Aman is shedding tears in the corner of the room?” says the narrator.

Then something really strange and odd followed. I had no idea what that was. Maybe there was a strange musical sound. Then I had the impression that the actual Aman was seated on the mattress, cracking up. “What the actual hell! I was sobbing over there just before I sensed it. Now that I’m starting to feel better, I’m seated here giggling. Who was it, anyway, who awoke and became terrified when he just saw another two men? It’s a complete mess. I shouldn’t engage in any sort of conflict with any of them. I must avoid causing serious harm to anyone since I could be any of them. I could inadvertently cause myself damage. I don’t know what to do next but sit back and watch. But I can’t stand to watch these cardiac attack-inducing situations. If I keep watching, I might as well disappear after several instances.”

I started meditating by joining and closing my hands. “Room Room,” says the narrator. I didn’t move a muscle in my body. I made my body as rock-solid as possible. I continued to recite the phrase “Om” from the bottom of my heart. After several moments, I had completely forgotten about everything that had been going on all around me. I avoided all forms of apprehension. After a little while, I started to feel as if a complete person had approached my body.

I was no longer afraid. I kept repeating the Om chant. After a little while, I experienced as if another body had penetrated my soul. It felt as though I had consumed two bodies. Afterwards, I opened up my eyes to discover myself alone in the room. With a breath of relaxation, I exhaled deeply. However, I couldn’t slumber for the rest of the night.

I dashed to the mandir as quickly as I could the next morning. I dashed up to the monk and told him my entire story. Finally, I questioned, “What the heck was that?”

“This is a very rare event,” the guru said. “You might even say that you are among the fortunate to have witnessed this occurrence.”

“However, what the heck was all that?” “Did they all turn out to be ghosts?”

“No, In reality, you’ve broken your soul into three sections without even realizing it. And you integrated your fragments inside of yourself as you meditated.”

I have never been the same since that night and hearing the priest’s responses.