Pre-incarntion interview 1 – Tales from the Bardo
April 21, 2009, 8:02 pm
Filed under: Conversations - interview 1


Jacintha was on her way home, when she saw a young woman sitting by the by the side of the road. Her eyes were dull and empty.

She looked like a being who had lost her soul.

“Where do you want go to? It’s getting dark now.” Jacintha asked her.
The girl replied, “I don’t have a home. I don’t have anywhere I belong to anymore.”
Jacintha took the girl’s hand, “come with me to Madame’s place and stay the night. It’s dangerous to be alone outside.”

They had to walk up a long winding path until they reached an huge manor house, at the top of the mountain ridge overlooking the Sisovane desert. Once inside they took off their shoes.

Instead of doors the house had layers of red curtains with  Burmese floral patterns.

Madame Pickwick parted the last of the thick velvet curtains and motioned for her visitor to enter.
At the far end of a huge hall they saw a lady sitting on an armchair looking out over a desert from the .
She looked calm as a monk.

She was sipping rose tea.

“Madame, we have a visitor,” Jacintha called out.
“Hello Hella, I had a feeling that Jacintha would bring a visitor today,” Madame replied.
“How do you know my name?”
“I just feel it when I look at your pearl necklace.”

“So what can I do for you ?” Madame Pickwick asked once they had settled down comfortably.

“Well you see, I’m not sure. I feel lost”

“You are not sure about what ?”

“Where I want to go and what I want to tackle first.”

“Let me have a look dear – may I ?”

Hella held out her hand, a small translucent pearl shimmered on her palm. It was the quintessential essence of her last incarnation. She had not yet strung it to her necklace.

If you looked into its depths carefully you could see a swirling movement of different colours and feelings inside. And if you looked for too long you could forget where you were and you would relive and experience the history of Hella’s last incarnation.

Madame Pickwick cast her mind over the pearl.

She avoided the heavy pull of the trauma vortices with practiced ease.

Her experienced mind saw that there were quite a few things in Hella’s life structure that needed attending to.

She sighed inwardly, careful to keep her private feelings from spilling over and registering on her visitor.

She had a gut feeling that this one would be a tough one. ‘I don’t know why though’, she thought.

How to break it to Hella gently though ?

Well, Madame Pickwick sighed again, that was her job after all, wasn’t it ? To advise souls how to structure their next incarnation in the best way.

She wondered if it might not be time she visited someone else for that kind of thing herself, she felt those little niggly tell tale signs within herself.

With an effort she focussed her attention back on Hella.

Time to carefully evaluate Hella’s last incarnation.

She placed the pearl gently on a tripod made of an alloy of gold and quicksilver, took out her magnifier and let her consciousness dive into it.

Diving inside anyone’s lifetime pearl always entailed some danger. There was no way to avoid that.

The trick to lifetime pearl diving was to keep one’s awareness outside the pearl even while moving around inside it. Some of the inexperienced life time dispatchers had lost themselves in their others’ lifetime pearls. It was a hell of a job to get them back in once piece. Once they did, they would have their licence suspended until they had done more training and a few more incarnations themselves.

Messy, not something she wanted to go through right now right now.

Once inside, Hellas lifetime was not especially difficult.

She was pleased to see that Hella had completed nearly all the basics, lessons. She has a good solid foundation, for the next  ones.

Providing advice on incarnations followed the three basic steps of

1)      reconnaissance

2)      unravelling

3)      presenting “the menu”.

Each stage required a different talent.

Reconnaissance was easy in Hella’s case. The unravelling was the challenge.

Unravelling was a little like unravelling a knotted ball of wool.

Luckily she had always enjoyed untangling knots as a child. It was the reason she’d been careful to include weaving and dressmaking in all her own incarnations whenever possible. After all, she might as well prepare for her job back here, too many souls were focussed on the next world, on incarnation in a physical body, – forgetting the here and now.

Personally she thought it was overrated. Incarnation was damn hard work, she knew that, no point to rush too much. Madame Pickwick was proud of her ability to provide balanced advice. Better to spend a little more time researching and finding the right incarnation, than to rush off to something you didn’t really want to be in.

One carefully planned and thought out incarnation is worth 10 rush jobs – she always said.

‘But then that is my job’, she thought, I’m bound to be a little biased, she chuckled to herself.

“What do you see ?” Hella asked.

Madame held up a hand, asking her to wait. She was concentrating deeply. Pearl diving and keeping an anchor on the outside was hard enough, but communicating at the same time, was a bit too much.

Hella settled back and waited.

Once Madame Pickwick was done, she looked at her visitor.

“Ok, I’ve had a good look around. What I’ll do now…”

“I know, I know, you’ll present me with a menu and some recommendations.”

Madame nodded, “yes.”

“I know this is silly, but I really just want to meet Justin again. Just show me the bits that get me back with him.”

‘Ah, so this was it, that was what her gut feeling had told her to beware of,’ Madame Pickwick took a deep breath and sat back, sipping on hot tea.

“Like that is it ?”

“Yes,” Hella nodded vigorously, “I just want to be with him again.”

Madame took another deep breath, without taking her eyes off Hella.

“You know the rules of course ?”

“Yes, of course I know the rules,” she looked across at Madame Pickwick, “that’s why I came to you, because I want you to help me get this through the IB.”

“I see,” Madame Pickwick smiled, and nodded in understanding. The IB was the Incarnation Board, they would ask tough questions and they were known to put their foot down and stop you if didn’t manage to convince them, or if you had taken on way too much to handle.

“Have you looked at the menu with anyone yet ?”

“No, you are the first.”

‘So, she plans to try others until she gets what she thinks she wants,’ Madame thought.

“Well that is always the first step, no matter what else you want to do,” she said, turning aside to  pull up a screen.

Once the screen was in place she projected her impressions onto it, showing the labyrinth of Hella’s pearl as a simplified map, with as many paths unravelled as possible.

Hella watched and studied the map.

“Could you show it from the side please,” she asked, pointing to her right.

“Sure,” Madame Pickwick had pretty much taken in all of Hella’s life and she projected it from the angle outsiders such as Justin would have seen it from.

… be continued…. Stay tuned for the next instalment…. J


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