PRAYER OR ASK

This is the story of a female subject. The conversation with you was very long because you shared everything you’ve been wondering about for so long. You believe that when you visit temples or shrines, you should only ask for peace and health, but nothing else, because how could the gods possibly grant anything more? However, you see others around you asking for all sorts of things, which makes you confused about whether you should ask or not. Your younger brother was once told that he had a spiritual calling, and the family had to spend a lot of money on rituals to sever it. You want to know if that’s true. You’re also puzzled by the times when you help others selflessly, sharing things that took you a lot of time, money, and effort to learn, but the recipients take the help for granted, without even offering a thank you. This has left you feeling uncertain about whether you should continue helping others or not.

HERE IS OUR JOURNEY

• Where are you right now?

• I’m in the middle of a desert, floating in the air. There’s nothing here, just sand.

• What do you look like right now?

• I am a small being, surrounded by a halo, standing in a yoga-like pose, one leg bent, one straight. I can’t see my face but I feel small. I’m male. I’m an adult but with a small body. I can float freely here. I look like Buddha, because I have a bun on my head.

• Why did you come to this desert?

• To relax. I came here to look at the vastness… just to relax. I often come here.

• Go back to the place where you came from before entering the desert.

• Oh, it’s a temple-like structure, like those in India or Thailand, with a sharp spire, pointing straight up, but I’m not sure which country it’s from. I observe it from a floating horizontal perspective. It looks like the Golden Temple, beside the desert, with a square-shaped border. The tower I just saw is the biggest one, shaped like a bulb, probably from India.

• What year is it there?

• The year is 502.

• Are there many entities like you in that place?

• No, only me, and I see a few palm trees, but nothing else. It’s familiar here.

• Do people live there?

• Oh, I see myself descending… sitting there… people are praying…

• What are the people around you wearing?

• They have scarves on their heads, like people from India or Persia. I’m sitting right at the entrance, on the steps of the tower. People are sitting there praying. They see me as a statue. I am the soul of the statue, with a bright white halo mixed with yellow.

• How do you feel when the people below pray to you?

• It’s a bit tiring!

• Why?

• I hear a lot of… they keep praying… asking for things. It’s tiring.

• What do they usually ask for?

• They cry about their suffering… asking for money… they say they are poor, asking for money… But actually, they don’t look poor. They seem content, yet still ask. I don’t like that!

• What do they call you — the statue?

• I couldn’t quite catch it. I saw a man, like a sly businessman, sitting in the front row, also with a white scarf, with a scruffy mustache. His eyes looked sly but he still bowed down to pray. He left the strongest impression on me. He just kept appearing.

• What is the statue’s name?

• It’s a long, complicated name… I can’t read it… It looks like squiggly letters… kind of like worms, haha.

• Can you try reading it phonetically?

• I don’t see it…

• Are there other statues there, or just you?

• Just me.

• Where did the soul of the statue come from?

• I see a Bodhi tree…

(A different story interrupts…)

• Why did your subconscious show you the story of the statue?

• The statue feels tired and doesn’t want to listen to those people’s words… Ignore what others say and live your own life. Don’t force yourself to sit there listening anymore because I don’t want to help people like that. They’re not truly in need, not sincere, they don’t need help.

• Is there anything else you want to know about this story?

• I want to know why the statue is sitting there. Was anyone forcing it to do so?

• Well, first, the statue wanted to help, so it chose to stand and help on its own, no one forced it. But after getting tired and seeing that people were taking advantage, it didn’t like it anymore. No one forced it.

• Does the soul of the statue really have the ability to help those praying below?

• Only to listen, empathize, and offer solutions, but no supernatural powers.

• How could you offer them solutions?

• I see myself going down, holding people’s hands, listening, talking with them. Ah, at this point, I look like a novice monk, with a shaved head and wearing a robe. The people I’m talking to are those who are truly suffering. But when I was on top as the statue, I was most impressed with the sly man.

• Do you feel like you are both the statue and the novice monk?

• Yes, exactly.

I will leave it to the readers to ponder this story themselves ^^