Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa
Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa
Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa
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We were awakened one morning in the early hours by a loud<br />
knocking on the door, and an agitated voice accompanying the<br />
knocking. On investigating we found the gardener's wife in a<br />
very nervous state and wearing only her night attire. She be-<br />
seeched me to go with her since she thought her husband was<br />
dying, and would I go and see what I thought about his con-<br />
dition. She was obviously in a very distressed state so I had to<br />
do something, although she and her husband had shown noth-<br />
ing but resentment towards us. I threw on a robe and accom-<br />
panied her back to her cottage where I crossed the threshold<br />
for the first time, when she ushered me to where her husband<br />
lay. For a moment I stood looking at him; I saw it was too late<br />
and there was nothing one could do to save him, for his spirit<br />
had indeed departed. She looked up at me, at last realizing the<br />
worst, and I consoled her as best I could while she gradually<br />
recovered her self-control and made arrangements to contact<br />
her doctor and her relatives.<br />
It must be one of the saddest situations when one partner is<br />
suddenly taken away, most people seem to know not where,<br />
and the other is left to face life alone.<br />
In this particular case, the clothes-line in the back garden<br />
was left in position for a long time, when normally it would<br />
have been removed immediately the washing was dry; left<br />
because it was one of the last duties the gardener had per-<br />
formed and his wife did not feel able to have it removed since<br />
it helped her to maintain contact with him.<br />
I have often wondered why we are not educated more about<br />
the process of dying; why we are not told how it is a natural<br />
process, and that it is not the end. The majority of today's<br />
youth seem to have very little idea of what death is all about,<br />
and how can they know if there is no one to teach them?<br />
JUST A SKETCH<br />
The pavement was cold and hard as his body thudded down<br />
those twenty floors to finally rest on the sidewalk where<br />
passers-by might gaze with curiosity as he lay quite still, in<br />
the chill wind of winter.<br />
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