|Sparrow by Laitche|
The house that I live in presently was built in stages beginning in 1991 during vacations and sabbaticals in my career. By 1995, the ground floor of the house was more or less complete except for some finishing that continued later. In the center of the roof of the living room was a hole meant for a center light. To hide the protruding wires a small round plastic sheet covered it with another circular hole in the center of it for the light. A similar one existed in the front porch of the house.
I lived in the house through most of 1995 with frequent visits of three or four days to Delhi. At this time a pair of house sparrows occupied the porch roof cavity and made it their home. There were no complaints about that since it was not intended to fix a light there in a hurry. Sparrows are cute little birds anyway and I often leave seeds out for them in the garden.
Sometime later the female of the pair moved into the living room cavity and began nesting there. Perhaps she felt that it would be a safer place to breed. She had noted my timings. Every morning I got up at around seven in the morning and moved outdoors with a cup of tea. This was the time it would follow me and move outdoors too. In the evening I would come out into the front garden again from the front door and it was at that time the sparrow would return to its nest in the living room seeing that the front door was open.
Some mornings, I was late in getting up. The sparrow had scouted the home and found how to reach the bedroom through a turning hallway. It would sit on the bedroom curtain rod, patiently wait for me to get up and let it out. If it was especially late for getting up on some days, it would beat with its beak on the metal rod and wake me up. It was a wonderful morning alarm of bird knock that prevented me from getting up very late every morning.
One evening as I was sitting in the front porch with the front door closed. A neighbor dropped in and we began to chat. One forgets the topic of conversation but it must have been an engaging one because soon it was beginning to get dark. The poor sparrow must have been waiting patiently somewhere in the front garden for the front door to open and for her to return to her room in the living room roof. When we failed to notice her and continued to chat, she suddenly flew over my head ruffling my hair. I immediately realized her need and responded “ Hang on, I will just open the door”
Later I wondered about this episode and it had seemed to me that the bird had actually spoken to me, “ Come on, open the door, I am late”. But, the sparrow had not made any sound and I wondered if the sparrow had communicated telepathically and I had become receptive to that communication. As our relationship progressed my worry was about my forthcoming visit to Delhi. I usually departed in the morning and decided to ensure that I do not leave the bird locked indoors while away for a few days. The bag for the visit was packed early in the evening and then I went outdoors waiting for the sparrow to enter inside for the night. To my surprise it refused to come indoors on that day. Therefore next morning I left for Delhi, secure in the knowledge that the bird was not locked in. After my return the bird returned to her older practice of moving outdoors in the morning and returning in the evening. How did the sparrow know about the visit? Did she read my mind? I believe the answer is yes.
My later experiences, too numerous to describe here, improved my communications with birds, ants and dogs and a variety of animals (Patanjali, the father of yoga too suggests that when such abilities are awakened they get awakened for any life form ones attention is directed to). My experience is that bird communications consist of brief sentences (that they can repeat near endlessly like a small human child) and sometimes paragraphs of two or three brief sentences. Perhaps birds have no need for long paragraphs like humans. Perhaps this new found power was a blessing from the ancient King Solomon the Wise whose works I read frequently with utmost respect. He was known to have this ability as well and it has been mentioned in ancient spiritual texts that one tends to acquire the powers of one’s spiritual teachers if the devotion is strong enough. Since then I have read carefully the Yoga Sutras by Patanjali and he too has explained how this power may be acquired by some through certain yogic practices. This and another magical effect of another yogic exercise described by Patanjali, the ability to cross great distances on foot at great speed without tiredness (something that ants do all the time) have helped to affirm my belief in ancient yogic practices and their validity even in the modern scientific world. But it must be admitted that at first although I read the yog sutras with respect, there was disbelief in the stated words until this personal experience. Some of these effects are included in a recent novel (nude besides the lake, available at amazon) although one has to say that the effect is rare and with me occured only on rare occasions. I did ensure that both these experiences were no trick of the mind through whatever method that were available to me. But then I have not been steadfast in my practice. Perhaps if I repeated the intense practice they can be made to reoccur but there is no desire for that being reminded by a story of an ancient Sage Shankracharya - when he met another sage who had practiced for dog years in the Himalayas and then learnt to fly as a bird - Shankracharya remarked, " what a pity, had you devoted as much effort to your liberation you would have achieved Nirvana." There is another older post in this blog that explains why such powers are not common among humans and that explanation has been included in the novel just mentioned too.
The following year, I returned to Delhi to a busy professional appointment in a very crowded city. During the first few months of my visit, when the realization dawned that I could read the minds of my professional colleagues realizing what they had to say, before they had said it. Not just face to face but also on phone. Apparently the telepathic ability is not limited by distance. Gradually though, the ability faded as I continued to live on in Delhi for nearly four years. It seems that the existence of the ability requires serene, lonely surroundings for it to function. Much interaction with other humans and life in a busy city causes the ability to vanish, at least for me. Since that time the ability has come and gone several times according to my life style that has varied.
My experience with birds is that they communicate with sounds and even gestures but this is the least part of their communications. Most of it takes place by telepathy. That is the reason members of a bird family can locate each other even when they fly apart in dense cities and dense forests. In comparison, human children are lost easily in a crowd.
I have now realized that it is not just animals that can communicate telepathically. Another life form perhaps does it much more often because it has more need of it. That is trees, bushes and plants of all kinds. The rose bush in my garden communicates with the bee and the tree with me when it needs water. One of the visitors to this blog had pointed out that plants do not have a brain therefore they cannot feel pain. My response was that the brain is not required for feeling pain but consciousness is required for it and all life possesses that and it is the consciousness that communicates telepathically. In fact it is precisely the reason why most humans cannot communicate telepathically because they suppress their sixth sense through much use of the brain.
PS: This note was updated recently in 2012 to include reference to novel and Yog Sutras by Patanjali
UPDATE: JUNE 2014; Communication with ants is mentioned in the article and my recent experiences further confirms that both ants and bees are highly receptive to loving telepathic communications ( even though one speaks the words but they appear to catch the thought). Ants are even kind enough to move out of a space you do not wish them to enter just as long as one is kind to them, request them about it,, and take care not to hurt them. It seems that both bees and ants will readily sting a person they are angry with but are most gentle and affectionate to those who have been kind to them. Truly life is wonderful and it is the same consciousness that runs through all life.
UPDATE JULY 2015: With greater experience there is more to do where non-verbal communication is concerned than telepathy. Although one may interpret it as telepathy, a communication or connection seems to take place at the level of consciousness that is difficult to explain precisely in words, because being experiences out of the ordinary, words do not exist for it. Just wrote a post on my experience with black ants here: