Glass Barriers

by Rolf Witzsche

Click for a larger image


Embracing the Untouchable (Indira)

The chapter presented here is the first part of a series focused on the Universal Marriage of Mankind. The story is situated in India where a large part of society was rendered so low in status under the caste system that they were deemed 'untouchable' as if they were the plague personified, which continues evermore to be the attitude of empire towards the whole of mankind. Attempts to heal this 'disease' in the fabric of civilization on a moral platform are slow in unfolding. Against this background the potential for scientific spiritual healing is explored. It was developed in the USA. In the story it is brought to India on the individual level in the hope to enrich it, where traces of it already exist in India's deep spiritual history. May India become a light on this path that reflects its essence back onto the West.

We lie to ourselves when we assume that the Principle of the Universal Marriage of Mankind as human beings, is an exotic concept that can never become true. There is no one untouchable by the strands of love that 'know' no boundaries. This fact renders the Universal Marriage of Mankind as human beings the most fundamentally rooted concept of human relationships that is possible. Are we not all human beings of a single humanity? On this platform we are more deeply married than any priest could sanctify. Also, we lie to ourselves by assuming that this fundamental reality is hard to translate into life, and is not richly rewarding by its very design and its own substance, if we let it unfold.

However, here the common logic is turned upside down. In this sphere progress begins with scientific understanding. The visual manifest and physical experience follows subsequently. On this path false bonds and barriers will disappear as advanced understanding brings a new world into view. Without this progress the Ice Age Challenge cannot be met, and all would become lost.






      "You will find the Taj Mahal both profound and exciting," Indira cautioned me a long time later as we were strolling down Chandni Chowk. We felt that the time had come to think about lunch after our morning celebration. Lunch also meant such sweet extravaganzas as cakes, puddings, and tea. And that's what we did. We let the celebration continue at a tiny sidewalk restaurant that was called 'Tea Palace.' The 'Palace' was located at one of the many street corners. At this particular one a side street had been blocked off to provide space for a fenced in outdoors area that was anything but palacious. Of course neither of us cared about that. What we were celebrating didn't require a palacious setting, but a setting of life, and that we brought with us. It was our soaring spirit that created the background and determined the foreground all at the same time. There was joy in the air, and it was joy in celebration of something profound that had taken place. We were celebrating not merely the end of old barriers, but more profoundly the beginning of a New Renaissance. The 'dance' of our conversation had became pervaded with the idea of a New Renaissance.

      "I suspect that the Taj Mahal is to a large degree the outcome of the old Renaissance tradition that had created beautiful cities throughout Europe during the Golden Renaissance period," I said to Indira while we were waiting for our meal at the sidewalk Tea Palace. "I understand that the completion of the Taj Mahal occurred in 1648, which coincides almost perfectly with the completion of the greatest spiritual achievement in European history, which likewise was built on a new renaissance in thinking."

      "You are referring to the Treaty of Westphalia again, aren't you?" Indira interjected with a grin. "Few people are aware of it, though it established a new course for humanity and determined the shape of our civilization to the present day. But as you said, its principle was already known to the ancient Hindus. This makes me believe that the Taj Mahal predated the Westphalia renaissance instead of reflecting it. It is tempting to believe that it reflects it, but this can't, because then something big doesn't add up."

      "And that is, Indira?"

      "I can't tell you what it is. I can only show it to you, and I will show it to you. We can go there tomorrow if you want to. The train leaves at six in the morning. We'll have breakfast on the train. It's a two-hour ride. We'll get there after eight. This means that we can have the whole day at the Taj. We can take the last train that leaves around nine. We'll have dinner on the train. Taking the train is much better than going by car. And having those twelve hours at the Taj, which we wouldn't have otherwise, makes for a nice visit."

      "Is it that big, what you want to show me, that we need twelve hours?" I asked.

      She simply nodded. "But it won't be a luxury train ride, like the 'Palace On Wheels,'" she added. "It will only be a normal, air conditioned, fast train."

      "What do you mean by 'Palace of Wheels,' Indira?"

      "Ah, the 'Palace On Wheels!' It's India's cruise ship on land. India's 'Palace On Wheels' is one of the most luxurious trains in the world. The train is made up of 14 saloons, 4 coupes wit two beds each with attached bath, shower, music channels, and specially designed furniture. Mini pantries are situated in each saloon, which provide hot as well as cold beverages and refreshment throughout the journey. The train also incorporates an exquisite lounge along with a fine bar. Riding the Palace is a royal treat reminiscent of the Rajput Kingdoms. There are 14 coaches representing the decor of the historic Empires of Jaipur, Jodhpur, Udaipur, Kota, Jaisalmer, Bundi, Bikaner, Bharatpur, Alwar, Sirohi, Kishangarh, Dungapur, Jhalawar and Dholpur. Each coach is made of 4 coupes ornated in the colors of the respective royal emblem and with a variety of fantastic furniture. Of course there is food on the train, a selection of excellent Indian delicacies, all are available in the Maharaja & Maharani restaurants on board. The train departs from Delhi and halts at Jaipur, Chittaurgarh, Udaipur, Jaisalmer, Jodhpur, Bharatpur and Agra. The traveling is done at night and the local touring during the daytime. At every stop the passengers are treated to the best sight seeing tours in India."

      "How do you know all that?" I interrupted her.

      She pointed to a brochure stuck in a holder at the center of the table, and then began to laugh. "Do you want me to read the price list?" she asked.

      "Why would I be interested?" I replied. "Come and see India and its pompous history, all condensed into seven days." I began to laugh. "I'd sooner spend a single day with you in peace and tranquility at the Taj Mahal. Isn't the Taj Mahal counted as one of the Seven Wonders of the World?" I asked. "I have seen pictures of it. It really looks beautiful."

      "You haven't seen anything yet," Indira countered me. "Just wait, Peter."

      "This means getting up at four," I said and began to yawn.

      "What's wrong with getting up at the first hue of dawn, Peter? I can guarantee you it will be worth it?"

      The moment that we came back to Indira's apartment after from our long-extended lunch celebration, she went directly to her bookcase. "Do you want me to tell you the official story of the Taj Mahal?" she asked. She searched for a book. Moments later she motioned me to come out onto the balcony with her.

      I couldn't help notice that the book in her hand was printed in English. It didn't say anything about the Taj Mahal being a temple of love. I asked her about it.

      "They left the most important detail out," she commented. "The official story of the Taj Mahal begins in 1612," said Indira after we were seated with another cup of tea. The tea in the teapot had become cold by then, but who cared?

      "The official story of the Taj begins in 1621 when a woman by the name of Mumtaz Mahal became married to Prince Khurram, who later became the fifth Mughal emperor, Shah Jahan. His marriage with Mumtaz Mahal is said to have been the love-match of the century. She became her husband's inseparable companion. She accompanied him on all of his journeys and military expeditions, even the arduous ones. She became his comrade and his counselor. It is said that she also inspired him to acts of charity and great benevolence towards the weak and the needy. It is also a fact of history that she bore him thirteen children during their marriage, and that she died at the birth of her fourteenth child. Her death occurred after eighteen years of marriage in 1630. She died in Burhanpur in the Deccan, to where she had accompanied her husband on another military campaign. The great tragedy occurred barely three years after her husband's accession to the throne. Moved by grief, her husband, now the great Emperor Shah Jahan, decided to perpetuate her memory for all times to come, by building for his beloved wife the grandest tomb ever created on the face of the Earth, as a monument of his love."

      Indira laid the book on the table. "It is being said that the sad circumstances of the empress' early death, who had been well loved by the people, had inspired many of them to join the emperor's intentions to build the grandest mausoleum for her that has ever been built. It took eighteen years to complete the construction work, with the involvement of over twenty thousand workmen and a vast transportation infrastructure of a thousand elephants."

      I never saw Indira's face before, not even in my dreams, or imagined that someone like her could exist and that a smile could be so warm and a touch so enriching that it brings a new light into ones life. They say that a smile is just a smile. I believed that. I disagree now. When it unfolds from the riches of a beautiful soul, unpretentious, honest, and with the courage to love without boundaries, it has the power to change not only a person's life, but also the world to some degree by the power of that love.

      Meeting Indira did more than that. It opened up a new epoch for us all, a kind of paradigm shift towards a renaissance in being alive. We had all been hoping for a paradigm shift that would take us out of our rut. To a faint degree we had already begun to experience a renewal of our earlier exuberance, even a shift towards embracing a freer concept of love. We had all seen a tiny spark of a spiritual renaissance unfolding on our home turf, stirring us gently out of our isolated existence that seemed like poverty all of a sudden. We all wanted to get away from that. Still, we were too afraid to open the door again to the wider world of freer loving that we had once tasted with joy and awe, but had made no effort to maintain so that it closed again. In this context Indira affected us all. We her came a fresh wind. The effect was not planned, of course. A 'miracle' can't be planned. It couldn't have been planned. One can't plan for something that still resides in the unknown. In fact, I had almost rejected Fred's invitation to meet Indira.

      I probably would have rejected Fred's offer to a go to India to interface with Indira on the down-to-earth level in order to explore with her a theoretical aspect of a profound principle that seemed unworkable in the real world and rather un-business-like for Fred requesting me to become involved with. If Fred had not been insistent in his unique and loving kind of way, I would have turned him down out of hand. Sure, as my boss he could have ordered me to hop onto the next plane and fly to New Delhi and meet her there for any reason he might have chosen. Except, this wasn't Fred's way, especially when the stakes were high on the diplomatic front. There were times when he moved with the promise of only a glimmer of an idea when the promise was wide enough to uplift the whole of mankind to some degree, provided that it was carried through to the end. Except this didn't seem to be one of those times as far as I could tell. I realized later that Fred had actually an even greater challenge in mind than any he had ever put before me, with a greater expectation than what any boss could order a person to fulfill as a professional task.

      When I sensed that something of this nature was in the air, the very thought of it made it scary to comply. It wasn't a request then, from a boss, but a challenge from a friend who also had the resources of the boss, a friend who was willing to go out on a limb for me to give me the opportunity to test the waters. His challenge involved the realization of a principle that was still new to us all, but which Ross and I had bragged about. Of course, between bragging and doing, one often finds a deep canyon that is hard to cross.

      The principle came to light with a profound discovery that Ross had made a short time earlier by exploring the works of a scientific pioneer, a woman, whose work took us a hundred years back in time where it opened up a portal to a future that seemed immensely bright, but as distant as the moon. Theoretically the portal seemed attainable as a matter of principle. Fred's challenge, however, demanded more. Fred demanded the actual realization of what seemed theoretically attainable as a distant possibility. His challenge came like a shock.

      It is one thing to merely talk exploratively about a newly discovered principle and to probe its practical potential like one might probe the potential of establishing a spaceport on the moon as a base for reaching out into the galaxy. That too is theoretically possible. The numerous principles that would make this possible have all been discovered. However, it is quite another thing when one is demanded to stand up for the recognized potential and put it into practice. Naturally mankind would gain tremendous advantages the setting up a base on the moon, even if it was for nothing more than to mine its helium-3 resources that are plentiful there, which could meet mankind's energy needs for 100,000 years.

      The challenge that Fred put onto the table seemed to be equally complex. The challenge had to be carried in a land that had a reputation to be rigid in its traditions, mysterious, immovable, being laced with inhumanity and horrendous tragedies, and hopeless poverty. That's how I saw India.

      Suddenly, our discovered truth that was easily uttered with boasting in conversation, speaking of grand possibilities in future ages, was suddenly put forward by Fred as a challenge for the present. What he suggested appeared like an act of folly, like sticking one's neck above the trenches in times of war, or in my case, into the flow of life in a manner that no one had ever tried before. Fred presented that kind of a challenge. He didn't say this time, as he often did, that shying away from the challenge wasn't an option. Still, he had his ways of making that understood.

      Over the years Fred's visits had become fewer. He came seldom now to Ross' coastal surveillance outpost where we all lived. Ross' overgrown log house on a cliff by the sea, near to our own home, had often been our gathering place in the past. But the occasions became fewer over the years. Fred's visits, too, had likewise become fewer and quite rare in the last years. It was hard to consider of them now as a tradition, which they once were. The tradition had ended.

      The reason should have been plain to us. There was nothing happening anymore in our neck of the woods. We were no longer the driving force pushing the leading edge of a movement to uplift the world. Those days were gone. Na´ve as we once were we had been determined to uplift civilization. How silly of us! We had stopped short and failed and drifted into a rut. And so, in our rut, our life had become dull. Our thinking seemed to have ground to halt, except for that one spark that came with Ross' discovery. We had been stuck in a rut, and we knew it; and then suddenly something bright was on the horizon.

      It was plain to see that Fred had kept his distance once our advances that had marked the past where no longer maintained. Perhaps we stopped, because the advances required too much effort. We had let them go. It became evident too late then that if one isn't moving ahead one begins to regress. By the time we realized that it seemed impossible to reverse the trend. Whatever we had achieved had crumbled into dust over the years. Fred was aware of that. A blind man would have noticed that we had gone backwards and regressed even below the level that we started from.

      Now something was moving again. Since the days of Ross' discovery something was in the air again, something that seemed surreal in the way it presented itself, but it held a promise for great things.

      Fred had been made aware of Ross discovery. He had been concerned of course, with our drifting into a rut, but he too seemed unable to figure out what precisely had caused us to get stuck, and he seemed even more baffled by what was now stirring us up again. Had he sensed that Ross' discovery held the answer to something that had evaded all of us for reasons of not knowing where to find the principle for the next step?

Next Page

|| - dialogs index - || - home page - ||

from Chapter 1 of my novel:  Glass Barriers
online page 1

Please consider a gift in support of the free publication service 

Free Audio Book for all novels (MP3) 


Published for free by
Cygni Communications Ltd. Canada