RAJA – YouTube No. 4

Free Will under spirit guidance.

“Freedom!” This is the banner under which Raja Arasa Ratnam, an octogenarian, bicultural, Asian-Australian author, has contributed to civil society all through his life, while adapting successfully, as a coloured, initially-unwanted person to White Australia. The trigger for this pre-occupation was his father, an immigrant into British Malaya from colonial Ceylon.

Later, partly from what might possibly be a soul-memory, and partly from the vision of a clairvoyant, Raja feels that he had been a Muslim warrior, wielding a scimitar, in a recent past life. This clairvoyant had been able, a few years ago, to see and describe Raja’s spirit guide, when the latter had complained to her that Raja had not been listening to him.

Each time he faced overt discrimination, Raja had to combat an instinctive twitch in his right hand – his need for a scimitar! His lesson in this life, he says, is therefore to work for, not fight for, justice. Since he is becoming increasingly intuitive, he wonders whether he has progressed from the throat chakra to the third-eye chakra.

Apart from a happy boyhood, which ended with the arrival of the Japanese military (and the associated semi-starvation), Raja has experienced a life of great turbulence. Yet, like the stability which prevails at the core of chaos, there has been a steady path of progress at all levels in his life.

Significantly, temporary stability had been provided, when needed, by much-valued individuals, who had each been dropped into his life and then been taken out, in a painfully clear sequence. Support, followed by emotional separation, seemed inevitable. Each hiatus, however, enabled further learning, he says.

He now accepts that it is on-going learning which defines his life. He has a need, not just for knowledge, but for understanding. Unexpected and unwanted change will, of course, be emotionally disruptive. This then feeds his search for increasing mental and spiritual peace. Raja now feels that he has finally achieved that peace.

What is abundantly clear to Raja is that he has been on a guided trajectory all his life, with pain and pleasure, or stability and disruption, being 2 sides of the same coin. His motto is to accept whatever happens, and move on – until his wings arrive!

He hopes that his books (refer amazon kindle) will provide both historical perspective and a societal beacon for the future; and that his articles and blog (all on the Internet) continue to stimulate thought on a wide range of topics.

Soul-memories

I began reminiscing recently in my posts, with a specific purpose. I wanted to set down my thoughts about the suffering of innocent children. Why do so many of them have to experience the pain of: a life in which there is so little nourishment, and which does not offer any kind of a viable future; or a life of physical disabilities so severe that their life expectancy would indubitably be limited.

Strangely, all my life I have been concerned with this matter. Why, I have wondered. Had I perhaps experienced painful childhoods in previous lives? As a Hindu in this life, I am permitted to ask this question. What is surprising is that a clairvoyant I had visited, purely to satisfy my curiosity, told me that (according to her mentor in the spirit world, a ‘healer’) I had suffered most severely as a very young child in one of my past lives.

However, I recall rejecting her vision at that time, arguing that my past lives would surely not be accessible to her. To be honest, her vision was too painful to carry around with me. The implications of the cause of my suffering in that life were horrendous.

Recently, reviewing my normal sceptical approach to almost everything, I now accept that my unusual sensitivity to the suffering of little children everywhere may have arisen in part from a soul-memory. I thereby also accept the probability of the existence of soul-memories. This is mainly because of a driving instinctive urge which I have always had to achieve justice (or some betterment) for the communities in which I have lived.

Indeed, most consciously, I have had to cremate (mentally) in my memory-bank an insistent wish to wield a scimitar (that curved-edge sword favoured by the Turkic peoples) against certain individuals who made my life hell near the end of my career. Yes, yet another clairvoyant (who occasionally pops into my life in a casual manner) told me recently that she could see me as a mounted white-garbed warrior, with a scimitar in hand. Well!

But, I do need to move on. Vengeance is not appropriate. Some memories surely have to go, while others remain to remind me that we are all souls experiencing Earthly lives.