By Popular Request: The Sacrifice of Prabu: Transcript
Posted by Trevor on 13 February 2013 | 1 Comment
Many listeners to the Monday Morning Podcast asked me to provide the story in written format in time for their Valentines day.
3725 years ago, in a land of peaks and valleys that is surrounded today by what we know as Peru, there was an isolated society. The horizon was the boundary to their world but the people never left the hills, and to them no other humans existed. This society was highly organized into two classes; those who ruled and those who served.
The servers believed that to serve well through many lives would be rewarded with birth into the ruling class, so they served with gratitude because all rulers must have been great servers once. Such acceptance made for a peaceful society. Whether it was simply the taking of extra food or being lazy in stonemasonry or carpentry, no crime was tolerated. The only penalty was death.
They did not believe that death was an ending, and the sentence meant only that their usefulness to this society was finished. The shame of the sentence was worse than the event. A person condemned to death had no honor and his body was cast outside the settlement for the predators and crows to feast upon
The high priest had the power over life and death. His first-born son would become high priest upon his death and was therefore equally feared. There were three other sons, each less feared because of their distance from the throne.
One day, a farming man was accused of a terrible crime, the worst anyone could imagine. It was said he had raped his daughter and she was pregnant with his child. The court of rulers was convened.
Prior to the brief trial the heir to the throne, Kaju (phonetic car-due) took aside the lowest son, Prabu and confessed that it was he who had raped the farming girl. He pleaded with Prabu to ignore what the farmer said or the King would condemn Kaju. He said the Gods would look unfavorably on a disrupted lineage. At court the man was charged. To the shock of the rulers he pleaded innocence, but said his daughter had not revealed the culprit. The sentence of death was unanimous.
That night, Prabu could not sleep. The people did not fear him as much as the others and he often walked among them easily. He had seen how the farmer had cared for his only daughter. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside Prabu’s chamber. Irritated, he went out to find several servants holding a woman face down on the stone floor. They said she had tried to break in to speak with Prabu. He had them lift the beaten girl to her feet. In the silence, she slowly raised her eyes and looked defiantly at him. Her gaze hit him like a lightning bolt. No server had every dared look into his face before. But he could not tear his eyes away nor had the will to make her lower her own… Oh those eyes. He realized he was shaking and his voice had deserted him. With a wave of his hand he commanded the servants to free her and for her to speak her piece.
She protested her father’s innocence, but would accuse no other. She simply wanted to die with her father, which she said was why she had committed this crime of invasion. Finding his strength, Prabu said ashamedly that he knew the truth, but not what he could do about it. They held eye contact in a way that seemed to make the world disappear until there was only the two of them. They were stood apart and yet were somehow in the same space. He did not need to speak for she could read his heart and she knew he would do the right thing. She bowed and departed peacefully leaving him stunned and his heart pierced.
Prabu requested an audience with his father. When he arrived at the palace, however, he was met by the full court. The father said Kaju had told him that Prabu had raped the village girl and accused the farmer to cover up his shame. Prabu held Kaju’s gaze in a tense silence while the court waited. He turned to his father and then said that the charge was true. The high priest released the farmer and as means of apology and recompense doubled his available land for crops.
A great crowd gathered before the palace to see Prabu tarred and feathered, then taken up the cliff face to be shackled. The servers carried on their work and the society returned to normal. Prabu took two week to die but by then his place on the cliff was as much an everyday feature as a piece of stone or wood. No one noticed when the servant guards removed the body and dumped it on a distant hillside.
This society had no word for death, and we have no word for their concept. Our best translation would be passing into a veil. In the transition the passer’s awareness expands whereby he can simultaneously connect with everyone past and present who has been a part of this life experience. While Prabu lay in the open, he watched from a distance as the crows picked at his decomposing flesh, but he had compassion for their need to eat. He was aware of people searching the hillside. He heard voices, but more than that, he felt a tearing emotion of loss and gratitude. He connected to the feeling, and soon the farmer and his daughter found his body. Through their tears they thanked him for what he had done for them, and suddenly he was both beside them and inside the body. He felt the first stone that they laid on him, and then as they built up more stones around his body, a task for which they risked their own deaths, he had an overwhelming sense of gratitude for in giving him a grave they gave back his honor. The power of the emotion was so strong it catapulted Prabu back into the veil. The last thing he saw in that life was the girl’s eyes.
Prabu lived many lives after that. The veil allows for the choosing of them, but each is an open adventure. He sought out the farmer’s daughter many times. In Russia they found each other as children but a runaway horse killed her before the age of ten. As an Indian scout for the Union soldiers in the American civil war he was days away from connecting when a confederate bullet sent him back to the veil. In England, he found her as the daughter of an aristocrat but when her parents sent her abroad, alcoholism sent him back to the veil again.
In 1982, Prabu, seeking as always, was caring for his ill mother when one day he pushed her in a wheelchair down a hospital ward. He felt the presence of the farmer’s daughter before he saw her. A nurse approached them, but her head was bowed toward the patient almost as if she was again averting a ruler’s eyes. Then she looked up at him. Oh, those eyes. They knew without saying that in this life nothing would separate them.
What of Kaju? As Prince he was a young spirit. His prior experiences had all been high born, and powerfully male, a false God, a Priest, Sultan. The veil encouraged him to balance the density of his energy in the life of a lowborn female. Several times he aborted the transition until 2012 when Kaju returned as a beautiful baby girl. Prabu and Kaju met almost at once as it was meant to be, and between them passed the knowing that our lives are simply experiences, that there is no such thing as good and bad because the veil removes all judgment. They may meet again, but life is not pre-determined. The farmer had many lives too but currently remains in the veil to guide kaju in this new experience. Perhaps that is the truest love… to do so unconditionally.
Thank you for listening. I wish you all a fantastic week and a happy Valentine’s day. Make a positive difference in someone’s life, have fun doing it, and enjoy sharing in the material and other rewards that come naturally as a result.