Chapter XXIV: The Keeper- A Reincarnation Story
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Carey looked at the man curiously. He looked like a holy man- his hair and his beard white as the snow, his skin aged and wrinkled. He wore a white piece of cloth wrapped around his body and his face had a calm and peaceful look about it. His eyes were closed but Carey could tell that he was aware of their presence. The Princess looked at Carey with lots of questions in her mind. He walked towards him slowly-
“Welcome O’ great Keeper!” said the old man in Hindi, with his eyes still closed
Carey was surprised and looked at the Princess.
“You hear that?” he asked her.
“Hear what?” she asked confusingly
“Only you can hear my voice, old friend, I’m talking to you with the power of my mind,” said the holy man.
Carey approached him gently and stood in front of the great fire. As he looked closely, his eyes opened wide. There was a shiny metallic piece, hovering over the fire, gently rotating clockwise.
“What’s this? I- I don’t understand!” he remarked.
The priest opened his eyes, smiled at him and gestured him to be seated.
“A thousand years I’ve been waiting, guarding the sacred piece, at last you arrived, it was destiny, Thank the Almighty!” he said.
“You’ve been waiting for me? But why?” Carey asked in English.
The Princess looked at him, why was he talking in English? How would this old priest understand him?
“It is better to show you- close your eyes- you too great warrior Princess!” replied the old man.
“How is he able to understand English?” thought the Princess and closed her eyes.
The Priest raised his right hand and swiped it gently in the air. A soft breeze blew and both of them began to see visions…
They saw the time go back to hundreds of years, civilizations changed, the landscape changed until they probably reached a point of time when the ancients used to rule the earth. They saw that there was a scholar in a great kingdom in the North, who was adored and respected by everyone for his knowledge and wisdom. He served under a great king, who was kind and wise. From time immemorial, the king had kept a shiny metallic Orb which was gifted by the Gods. The Orb was the source of peace and prosperity of the kingdom because it poured out positive energy vital to all living beings.
The king entrusted the scholar with the protection of the Orb- it must never fall into evil hands, he said. The scholar protected it with his life and prayed to it every single day, he was called the Keeper of the Orb. The neighbouring states have heard about the Orb and wanted it for themselves and so they attacked the northern kingdom. A day came when darkness came upon the land, enemies flooded the kingdom, massacring innocents on the streets and burning villages. They destroyed the palace with their overwhelming army, looking for the Orb. But the scholar took the Orb and escaped into the jungle and as soon as the Orb was taken out of the kingdom, the entire place disappeared in a huge fog and vanished in the fog…
The scholar was chased and ultimately surrounded by the enemy but he used his magical abilities to disintegrate the Orb into three equal pieces and scattered it across the continent. The pieces flew over to the most powerful priests of that era and they swore to protect it until the time they were ready to be recovered. The scholar was ultimately killed but the secret of the Orb was lost forever. It is said that whoever finds the pieces of the Orb will be directed to the Northern kingdom, where the immortal Kings still live to this day and hold many powerful secrets unknown to this world… The scholar was said to have died mysteriously but it was written, that he would soon be reborn to get the pieces of the Orb together and find the Northern Kingdom…
Carey gasped for air and opened his eyes and so did the Princess. They both saw the story of a millennia flash right before their eyes within a minute or so and they had a lot of questions on their minds.
“What was that? What did I just witness and why does it seem so familiar?” asked Carey in one breath.
“That which you saw was your own past life, you were the scholar in the story, your name is Sadhu and you are reborn!” replied the wise old priest.
Carey’s entire life flashed before his eyes. Somehow it all started to make sense now- his coming to India in search of the lost kingdom, decoding the Kalachakra map, his journey, those visions and hallucinations. It felt like he was destined to come to this ancient land- there was a purpose to everything that he did until now…
“But I- I was born halfway around the world, how- it is confusing!” he remarked.
“There is nothing to be confused, it is fate, you have been reincarnated and it is your destiny to put the Orb back together and find Shamballa, it will all begin to make sense eventually- and you my great Princess, you shall be with him all the way, you are the force that drives him, don’t ever doubt that,” said the priest.
“So you must be one of the holy men who received the pieces of the Orb?” asked Carey.
“It is correct, I am one of three and I have waited long enough, it is time now that you take the piece with you, it will grant you one of many skills and make you strong so that you may overcome the obstacles along your way… take this and leave,” said the priest gently moving his hand- the magical piece moved towards Carey and fell upon his lap.
“Go find the rest of the pieces, put the Orb back together and it shall lead you to Shamballa, keep watch over your friends, trust your heart and you shall never go wrong… it is time for me to leave this mortal coil,” he said and slowly began to disintegrate into dust…
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