Cycling and walking along the river: life brought in changes everyday.

At long last the rainstorm has arrived after a long wait. I went cycling and walking along the river on a dry afternoon. The sky has completely changed from the bright and clear outlook of summer days but the river still looked too thirsty for more rainfall. Life seemed to be very stable and constant with the same old rhythm of sunrise and sunset. The slow pace of changes gave me a sense of security and comfort of finding the same familiar surroundings without unexpected transformation.

But my gardener told me that the owner of the hut on the riverbank had committed suicide a few days ago. He seemed to prepare everything in advance. He chose a set of new clothes and put them nearby, at funeral the dead needed new clothes. He did talk very nicely to his son and told him to look after his mother. There was no sign of any depression or mental problems, he was not in financial difficulty either. So, I was puzzled why he chose to hang himself at the hut one evening.

This came as a shock to me as I frequently saw him working at his small hut. His son used to be in my free weekend English classes. But I had never spoken with his father. My gardener assured me that he didn’t have any debt or financial hardship. He was not suffering from adverse effects of the mRna jabs. Villagers were quite surprised by this unreasonable suicide which has affected the mood of all villagers as they all knew him very well. That’s why I could sense a strangely quiet and sorrowful feelings when I went cycling the previous day.

I could feel a sudden change in the atmosphere along the huts and river the whole week. Villagers have stopped fishing at the river as they had to walk past the hut in order to climb down those steps towards the river. Our old friend who was addicted to fishing dared not go near that area. My gardener told me that villagers were afraid of ghosts around the hut. A shaman had performed a ceremony for the dead man at the hut. People saw something strange happening to the big candle, the shaman told them that there were so many wandering spirits around the area.

The atmosphere was made worse by an accidental death of a four years’ old girl by the river two days later. Two kids went to play around the fish farm by the river. The little girl just slipped from the narrow plank and fell into the river. The younger brother yelled for help and a villager nearby rushed to help the little girl. She couldn’t swim and sank underneath the surface. The whole episode took less than ten minutes but the girl was already dead when the rescuer found her body. So, rumor spread around the village about the dead spirits around the river finding a replacement so that they could pass to the next dimension.

Nowadays, regular joggers and cyclists stopped going near that hut and riverfront. The atmosphere became pointedly cold when I cycled past the hut. I had a good look at the hut trying to locate the spot where he hung himself. In the past, some stretch of the river tended to become a spot were dead bodies would get stuck after they floated a long distance with the strong currents. This area of the river used to be such a place in the past. So, villagers believed that the area would have very strong haunting vibes.

On certain days, the wandering spirits who got stuck around the corner would need a replacement so that they could travel to the next dimension to wait for their reincarnation. So, some people with weak protective karma would become strangely attracted to this place. If their good karma was ebbing their protective vibes would be too weak to protect them from dark vibes. It was as if they were lulled by strange call to meet the end of their lives. I did notice that the vibes before the full moon was rather disturbing and I had accidentally cut myself three times in a few days. I knew something quite negative and dark was floating in the air. It disturbed my sleep and I had strange dream about traveling to another dimension to see some people who were dead a long time ago. I was so glad when those flows of black vibes disappeared.

My gardener told me that the funeral manager was wondering why there were so many people committing suicide by hanging recently. My previous suspicion was that some secret groups of people did intentionally perform some dark rituals at secret old sites for the victory of their endeavours around one of the most auspicious full moon night this year. Because of my past experiences, I learned about the existence of dark rituals. My father’s acquaintance used to show me the dark ritual mantras when I was a kid, I later found out that the old witch wanted to recruit me and make use of my psychic energy.

Later on during my inner journey, I had also stumbled upon a big pile of evidence of the previous night’s dark ceremony at an old temple ruin by ‘accident’. Life was full of eye opening dark reality in those days, it was my hard learning process to become a graduate in the spiritual protection and warfare. This had led me to coincidentally meet several psychics and famous shamans. I didn’t join any groups as they were still conditioned by their fine avarices and ego, no body really intended to achieve enlightenment. They were addicted to the extra power or magic they got from their practice. The fight between ‘light’ and ‘dark’ entities is really happening to the detriment of a peaceful world.

Everytime I cycled passed the hut, I did a prayer for his spirit and wishing him a speedy transition to the next dimension. It was good to know that his family performed charitable offerings on his behalf every day. This sad incident has deeply affected all the people in other two huts nearby. My gardener told me that they might have to change their profession. It seemed the river was giving a warning sign of some drastic changes in the near future. My walk and cycling along the river seemed to witness the sign of a transition to a new chapter of a more troubled era for life on earth.

I often wondered what kind of life I would be leading had I not stumbled on inner psychic gifts and others. I cycled for peace of mind and a communion with Mother Nature. The earth is alive and a spiritual source of healing and nourishment. I couldn’t help feeling sad that most of my friends and families couldn’t feel the sacredness and vibes of the compassionate universe and Mother Nature. Their lives would have been so much more peaceful and fulfilling. Alas, it’s all very karmic and dependent upon their accumulated good karma.

Wishing you peace, good health and prosperity.

Stay strong and cheerful.

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