At The Shrine Of Sufi Auliya, I Pray At His Tomb

~ devotees of khwaja nizamuddin auliya come to offer chadar, a piece of cloth and flowers to the holy shrine, then they sprinkle attar on the tomb of this sufi saint as a form of respect and devotion, i also fall on my knees and pray to this revered sufi saint of his tomb at the dargah here ~

Day 53

11.4.2024
Thursday

Paharganj, Delhi

I have thought yesterday was Eid Mubarak in India because Malaysia was celebrating the arrival of this joyous moment yesterday. When I was at the sufi dargah, I found out the muslims were still fasting. India will celebrate Eid Mubarak one day later.

I felt I was very ignorant when I took my water bottle out from the daybag and I drank water without taking notice the muslims in the dargah were in fast. The man sitting beside me was watching my actions, and his eyes were telling I was an insensitive ignorant man. I felt bad after that.

At sufi shrine, I will usually sit in silence doing nothing. But sometimes I will tune my sensitive sensuous of my body from the inside to the outside in order to feel the holy sufi shrine. Because I like the sufi people, I learn to accept them the way they are regardless whether they come with smart, clean or new clothes, or worn-out clothes. This is a another way of meditation when I put my eyes open while my sensuous are working out to learn how I will accept people more deeply no matter they are rich or penniless. I have particularly like the boys when they visit the shrines because at this young age, they already know spirituality.

Yesterday at the auliya's dargah, I felt I wanted to sit for several hours by the tomb of the sufi masters. There was a connectivity between myself with the seen and unseen beings at most time when I was at the dargah. When I sat quietly I will sense the presence of unseen beings from their worlds overlapping with my physical world. That did not matter because chakra alam, the worlds of all the beings, may have an overlapping of territory with each other to the extent certain people or beings could feel and see each other.

This was known as harmony of chakra alam. In islam, god created and made living beings of many forms very remarkably for us to share a sort of, or kind of certain quality in getting to have knowledge of each other. I felt the creation of god was great. I did not have the extrasensory power to connect with alam as I like but very often it happened very naturally beyond my ability to control of anything. At times, I was trying to sense them, but without the wills of god in permitting the senses to happen, I did not feel anything. All these psychical phenomenon I was undergoing, they happened upon god.

I sensed a young pakistani man at his intangible territory right above the dome of the shrine. I remembered he was the man in my lucid dream when I was dreaming. I was dreaming but I realised I was dreaming very lucidly. I knew he was Ibrahim, but I could not remember his family name. Anyway, both of us were Ibrahim, when his friend called his name, we both turned to his friend.

Islam taught, and according to a malay ustad, during our deep sleep our soul may come out from the body. When the soul was out from the body, our soul will go or wander to his or her soul world. During that lucid dream, I felt my soul had come out from my body. It was not an out-of-body experience but it was an out-go split, and then detach of my host soul. I found the detached soul was much younger at around 25 of age.

Ibrahim was alarmed when my soul appeared at the gateway of the city of Islamabad, coincidentally he was there at that time in the early dawn. He had a short talk to me. He knew I was attacked by someone he called a soul terrorist. That soul terrorist had detached a piece of my soul and ditched that detached soul from my soul body far away from my home to Islamabad.

Ibrahim quickly went back to get some food for me. At that time, that soul terrorist came again. In a strong push, he had pushed me to a place I did not know where. My soul could feel when Ibrahim came back with food to the same spot where he met me, he could not find me. He was badly alarmed worrying for my safety. There, he went searching for me in the suburban of Islamabad.

When the sky was still dark, I heard fajr azan playing by the muezzin. There was a muslim house of worship nearby. I walk to that house of worship, it was a mosque. I fell on my knees at the door once I reached the mosque. I sat in vajrasana in silence. No one came to me but the people in the mosque turned their heads to me wanting to find out who had come to the mosque. They found I was oddly a person, or a soul who had a different physique and skin colour appearing at their mosque. Immediately they felt me with empathy and high in emotion because they knew I was a soul ditched by someone.

Ibrahim was searching high and low for me. When he heard the azan, immediately he had a blink of thought I may be at the mosque because he knew I liked to listen to people of faiths and teachings in the temples or mosques. He ran swiftly in rush. When he saw me, he found me sitting on my knees in the mosque. He noticed my hunger and thirst, and wounds in the bruises on the soul due to the inflicted injury caused by the soul terrorist. He cried. My tears dropped profusely seeing Ibrahim giving me his emotional consolation. I knew, Ibrahim was finally relieved to had found me in the mosque.

Then he brought me to meet his father. Immediately, his father, a sufi scholar, in a telepathic dictate, he warned the soul terrorist with a very loud voice. Ibrahim shouted to that soul terrorist, in his anger, he warned the soul terrorist, they had refrained that soul terrorist from coming to Islamabad from now on. If he came, he will be chased off by their people. Ibrahim was sad, but he asked me to come in physical body to Islamabad to meet them.

Ibrahim knew as clearly, when a healthy soul was split and detached becoming a thinner piece of soul and ditched to somewhere, now you have two depleted personality. Your senses of that piece of thin or small soul could bring you a lot of unwanted mental and emotional disturbances in the mind because a soul was still a soul, until that piece of wandering soul came return to the host soul. You may face a dual or triple or many facets of personalities when the host soul was split and detached, then into such a depleted bad condition.

Earthling Seng tells me, the piece of depleted soul is still lingering somewhere in Islamabad. He says, that depleted soul is not likely to return to the host soul by mere making a simple invitation for amalgamation. Earthling Seng says, no. I feel I agree with him. When a soul is split and detached from the soul body, until the good or bad karmic actions are summed in this state of existence, then only the souls may amalgamate. If they do not amalgamate, the outcome is, it's called dual personality syndrome in the modern sciences. Earthling Seng says further, because of the same reason, the host body may sometimes aware and conscience of what has happened in that avenue away from the host body.

~ many muslims believe their wishes are fulfilled after they offer prayer or service at a dargah of the saint they follow ~

~ today is the final day i am in india, later at 1.00 pm i am checking out from the motel and heading to the airport ~