This writing is not an
attempt to craft my memoirs with invented tales or preach religion to the
planet. It was my thought that it would to some extend make the readers believe in death and rebirth
rather than gluing into a concept of single lifetime and habituating into wrongdoings. Otherwise, to enlighten on death and rebirth, I ought to dig heap of manuscripts or
meditate for eons chasing the trails of Siddhartha. Forget about my big talk on it, I am not in the state to properly justify that why the memoirs of past
live appears only during the babyhood and never can it be
recalled when aged, except by a Bodhisattva. When cited about remembrance of
past live during early ages, some readers may get confused that why not every
person is gifted with such merits. In this case, I’m not the right person to
shed light on to your doubt, may be you get advice from qualified individuals.
I was born in male metal horse
year of lunar calendar in remote hamlet of Korphu during the time
when a number of civilians were slaughtered by some rebellious group of people
claiming to be southern Bhutanese. May be the timing I stepped into the world
was premature since my birth coinciding hundreds of bloodshed was an omen to
show that my past lifetime’s mission of practicing dharma has reached to
closing stage. This statement is however my own assumption and not
necessarily mean to be true, may be the spiritual tutors have their own opinion
in this regard.
According to my late grandfather, during my early ages I used to declare that I am a
Buddhist monk from Choekhor Rabtse Monastery, Trongsa. When young, locals tease
me by the name ‘Gyalong’ for the reason that I always love dressing saffron shawl of a monk. It was in mid 1990’s when I was
taken to Trongsa, the place linked to my past life by my family to attend
funeral of my late uncle. During the occasion, I was told to have cried while spotting a man riding on scooter which was supposed to
be mine in the past life.
If truth be told, presently I don’t
remember whether I declared myself as a monk or not and I’m certain that it’s
too late for me to recall the past life again.
During babyhood, the memoirs of past live are seen to overlap with current life
may be because the baby’s life stage is close to previous life or his mind is
crystal clear, not like the mind of adults that had been wrapped by dust of
sins and self absorbed desires. This is what reincarnation means,
and by definition it not necessarily means that the phenomenon happens only
with spiritual masters.
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