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Epiphany
by Subroto Mukerji
You should have seen the gleam in Rolands eyes when I told him about the
BMW R1100S. Id got it dirt cheap, a near total wreck, for a mere 50 at an
insurance company auction. Maybe I had a feeling it wouldnt stay a wreck for
very long, once Roland got his hands on it.
Roland carted the bike over to his place and got to work on it. For sixteen straight
weeks, he ate, slept and slaved in his workshop. When Roland does that, you can
be sure amazing things are in the offing. So when he phoned me to come over
and take a look, I was sure hed restored it to showroom condition. I knew what
he was capable of, but the gleaming apparition that occupied the centre of the
shed took my breath away. Hed refurbished the engine, added a racing fairing,
remodeled the exhausts, done away with the clumsy panniers and shaved down
the mudguards till they were mere slivers of metal.
I expected the distinctive BMW purr when a jab on the starter brought it to life,
and thats just what I got, but a caress of the throttle evoked an angry snarl that
rose to a thunderous roar as he fed more juice to the massive Bing carburetors.
He stood back then, grinning from ear to ear, and handed her over. Off you
go, he chortled. Catch you next Sunday for the final tune-up.
I steal a glance at the speedometer: 125 and climbing. Wonderful ! I can see a
yellow Lamborghini Diablo in my mirrors, creeping up on my right; the guy must
be doing 150. Theres a curve coming up, with a broken down Volvo smack in
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the middle of the road. The Diablo swerves to avoid a man who suddenly steps
out from behind it, brushes against me. Theres a scream of tortured rubber, a
jerk. Railings a river Im airborne, floating.
Theres pale blue under my boots fluffy clouds. Omigod what the
I paused for a while to let it sink in. I was dead. Yes, D-E-A-D. Kaput. Finis.
I dont feel dead, I protested.
Oh youre dead, alright as you understand the term. But as you can see, youre
very much alive. You never really die, you know. As a matter of fact, youre
immortal.
I pulled myself together with an effort. How is that possible?
Because, My child, you are part of MeI made you from Me.
But why on eartherheavenwould you do that? I asked wonderingly.
Simple. In order to actually experience My greatness. I knew I was great, but
knowledge of something is of no use unless you experience it.
And You are experiencing Your greatness through me?
Bang on! Put it there, bro.
Say, You talk funny. God isnt supposed to talk like that.
Oh? And how exactly is God supposed to talk? I invented language, as I did
everything else. I am everything that is and everything that is not. I am Alpha, I
am OmegaI am all of it. I am forever. And so are you.
I sure dont feel that way, I grumbled sulkily.
That is because, between lives, you have to forget. Thats how I designed it to
work.
Meaning I am born and reborn repeatedly? You mean I get reincarnated?
Yes.
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The greyness was dissolving. Patches of azure were appearing beneath my feet.
Whats happening? I cried out, alarmed.
Nothing to be too upset about. Youre going back. It seems the doctors have
managed to get your body going again.
No! I dont want to go back. This is fine, believe me.
Its not Me at work, actually. Its your soul. It needs more time on earth to
evolve.
So life on earth is just
a contextual field providing opportunities for your soul to evolve.
Will I hear from You again, God?
I am always talking to you: inside your head, in your heart, through your
thoughts and feelings. Whenever you feel great whenever you have your
highest thought or grandest feeling know you that it is Me.
Au revoir, My son.