REINCARNATION: One morning in 1950, Mme B., the wife of a Paris bank employee, is bending over her daughter Therese’s cot. The fifteen-month-old little girl has just woken. The mother takes her in her arms and bids her good morning. To her great astonishment, the child then says several times, very distinctly, the word “Arupa”… The mother asks her if she is trying to call her father. But the little girl repeats “Arupa”. All day and on the following days, she says again this word that no-one in the family has ever heard. Mr B., who is amused by it, tells his office colleagues, and one of them, who is interested in Oriental philosophies, tells him that Arupa, in Sanskrit, means “liberated from all matter”, that is to say “God”… Mr B. naturally finds it curious that his little girl is saying a Sanskrit word. Unimaginatively, he does not draw any particular conclusion from it. He thinks that she must have heard it on the radio. But six months later, another surprise: Therese suddenly begins to use English words. This time, Mme B., worried, consults a paediatrician who finds no explanation and does not try to probe the problem. He even gives this unimaginable answer: “Don’t worry about it, it’ll go away!” A few more months pass and, on the contrary, it does not “go away”. Therese continues to sprinkle her babbling with English phrases – more and more numerous – that she also pronounces with an impeccable accent. And one day, playing shopkeepers with her mother, the little girl suddenly says: “Does this cost three rupees?” A word that no-one has ever used in front of her. Mme B. is beginning to look at her daughter with anguish. An anguish which grows even more when, some time later, Therese, seeing the portrait of Gandhi in a newspaper, cries: “Oh Bapu! It’s Bapu!” The B.’s want to find out what is happening. They buy a biography of the Mahatma and learn, stunned, that Bapu is the name which was given to Gandhi in private by his family and his disciples. Conscious of finding themselves in the presence of a mystery, they continue their investigation and acquire books on India. One evening while they are flicking through the pages of these books, Therese approaches and sees a portrait of Yogananda. She says with a serious air: “It’s Yogananda. I know him; he came to Bapu’s place. He lunched and slept there. He was very kind…” For months, the B.’s avidly question Therese who recounts many anecdotes on the life of Gandhi whom she claims to have known well. Many anecdotes which were all verified. Then the little girl grows up. And her strange memories gradually fade… From: https://marilynkaydennis.wordpress/category/children/page/3/
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 09:52:32 +0000
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