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56 / Bhai Vir Singh
Theycouldgo nofurther. TheultimatedomainSachKhand,
the Realm Eternal, was beyond the reach of Rani Raj Kaur's
heavenly companion. So she pointed it out to her from a
distance. As she turned her gaze in that direction, she beheld
a vast shoreless ocean of light. Itflashed with the brilliance of
millions of lightnings. In this light so unlike the daily light of
the world, the queen could see nothing. But she was rejoiced
to have a sight of the "exalted city" in which dwelt the loved
one. In gratefulness, a prayer arose from herheart. The prayer
washeardanda glimpsewasvouchsafedto herofherhusband
seated in front of the Throne of the Timeless. She was
enchanted. The duality ended. I andminewere annulled. The
pain of separation was erased.
Thiswasa fleeting vision anditvanishedwiththe alacrity
of lightning. The queen was left in a daze. Or, was she
intoxicated? As she recovered, she felt overwhelmed with
gratitude. Her"friendcomforting"cameforth to escortherback.
In descent, the experience was reversed. She was becoming
heavier andless radiant as she bore downwards. On the way,
her heavenly guide instructed her in the secret of attaining
SachKhandwhilestillintheworld as indeedherhusbandhad
done. The suspension of ego and selfless, but active, living in
the love of mankind and of the Creator transported one into
thatstate. Thenthe celestial beingdisappeared "like a drop of
milk in a pool." When Rani Raj Kaur openedhereyes, she saw
that it was the same spot--the same body in which she had
lapsed into unconsciousness in the acuteness of hertorment.
Shestoodup andfelt lightlikea rose-petal.Whathadhappened
was sculptured vividly in her memory.
Yet her pain was far from abated. For her "the timecycle
without herhusband flowed but emptily." Disconsolate in her
consuming love, she remained withdrawn from all worldly
business. The queenmothertriedcurebycharmsandexorcism
and, not entirely novel in courtly code, by stratagem. Aletter
was brought to Raj Kaur said to have been written by Rana
Surat Singhinhis ownbloodjust before he died. He described
the fury of the raging battle and his own hopeless condition
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