“Where science stops, spirituality begins,” Albert Einstein

We can only perceive with our eyes everything that is within three dimensions, but beyond that we cannot think nor can we see. Spirits live in the fourth dimension, whom we could not see, if they wish to reveal before us only then will we be able to see them. Many such incidents have happened in my life. Once I visited Bhagatpur Tea Estate in Dooars where one of my friends was the manager. This manager had one adult son. By and by he discussed that at night one spirit of an English woman moved about in the garden of their bungalow. He claimed that he and many people had seen her. He told me about her story also. This lady more than a hundred years ago was killed by her English husband who was the owner of the garden suspecting infidelity and was buried behind the bungalow. Since it was a premature death, she could not free herself from her subtle body and from time to time appeared assuming her old form and moved about in the garden. The manager's son again confirmed that he had also seen the spirit of the lady sometime or other moving about late at night before their bungalow from the window of his room.
Now he requested me to perform some rituals for her to liberate her spirit from the ghost's body. In his opinion, I could easily perform such rituals. There was nothing for me to comment on, and I returned.
I returned to my home and on that very night, while I was sleeping in my room, suddenly my eyes opened and to my amazement I saw one English lady was leaning over me but she was maintaining a distance as if some force prevented her from coming too close to me, and since she was standing beside my bed I could easily over hear her talks, but her voice was slightly guttural and echoed and very soft, but still I could clearly understand what she was saying:
"You promised that you would do something to release my spirit, I have come here with the same request to you. Please do something for me to release me! I am suffering terribly like anything in this ghost’s body."
I was fully awake and looking at her and chanting incessantly the name of my deity. Therefore, I was feeling no fear at all, for I knew she would not be able to do any harm to me, rather I felt sympathy for her. I knew I had to tell her clearly, otherwise she would not go. I said: "Look, I did not promise anything, it was that boy's request. Unfortunately I don't know such rituals, which could give you relief. Therefore, please go away and do not disturb me."
She was adamant and would not want to leave, and I therefore literally ordered her to go away, expressing my inability. Then finally when all her persuasions failed, she went up to the door of my room, and again said: "So you will not do anything for my release."
 I replied categorically: "Please don't come here again, I told you, no such rituals are known to me, please leave me alone! It seems you are a good spirit, henceforth you will never come to this place, I hope!"
She again looked at me once finally with all kinds of misery writ large on her face and all of a sudden she was gone, and I felt highly relieved and by this time I was sitting on my bed. Sometime or other, when that incident vividly comes before my eyes I feel highly disturbed.
That lady ghost appeared to me aged with pepper and salt hair, she was wearing a gown, and her nails were too lengthy and fearful.
After that never did she appear before me. Thank God! I have no explanation to give against that incident. I was fully awake and not sleeping at all. I was not in hallucination either, because to be sanguine that I was not dreaming I had pinched my flesh also and experienced sharp pain.
There was no light in the room, but from the windows, which were open, enough outside light of the road lamp percolated, which enabled me to see her clearly. I have no explanation for such a phenomenon, but it did happen, but all the while she only looked like a shadow of a woman to me with a flowing gown.
Such incidents had happened earlier also in my life, when in Dinhata, my dead father had appeared in person, when I was involved in serious trouble and for four days I could not eat anything except fruit juice due to serious tension related to my office work. He had simply said then: "Don't worry, eat your food, those who are giving you trouble will all be punished, and nothing will happen to you! I am watching all this," and was gone.
Miraculously I was saved from every big and small trouble, and those, who unnecessarily created trouble for me, were all punished within six months, both big and small in ranks. I felt highly amazed.
Many things in our life happen from time to time against which we do not get any scientific explanations. Still the knowledge of science is inadequate; it has to learn many things. Hopefully, in the future science may be able to enter the fourth dimension, and that very day we shall be able to solve the mysteries of existence of life beyond death, though parapsychology has made considerable research into this field including ESP. This world itself is highly mysterious and so is our life. Sir Jagdish Chandra Bose had proved that life exists in plants, but he did not say anything further that the plants do also have feelings, and they can feel our touch. Dr.Paul Brunton had written this in his book “Hermit in the Himalayas.” During his stay in the upper reaches of Himalayas, he used to sit under a tree, and one day he informed the tree that his days at that place are over, and he would be leaving the place soon. He felt shocked, when the said Bunyan tree spoke to him and apprised him that in his previous life also he used to sit under the same tree.
Even while at the university some of us used to practice planchette, and tried to invite the spirits at random. Once one spirit came and did not want to leave my room. For no reason the strings of the mosquito net fell again and again even after tying with the strings several times, even I heard the clear sounds of dragging the chairs or the table of my room, though when I burnt the candle I used to find both the chairs and the table at their usual place. All this happened due to the foolish act of my companion. Only after performing some rituals did it leave the room and from that very day we never tried to practise such black arts.
Another incident of my life is more miraculous. Many years ago I was in Kalimpong and one day just by and by I dropped into the house of one Mr Deb. While sitting and sipping tea, he suddenly said that he was curious to know what was in store for me in future. He said, if I permitted him then he would call the spirit of his father, who was long dead. I had no objection; it was for me a kind of a time pass. He switched off the electric light and instead burnt a candle. Then he picked up a new thick diary and held a pencil loosely in both his thumb and index finger, and lightly touched one open blank page of the diary and prayed. All of a sudden there was movement in his hand and his pencil started to crawl some illegible words. All the while I simply watched the movement of his right hand; it seemed to me as if some invisible force was dragging his hand. After a few minutes he stopped writing and switched on the electric light and started reading the message, perhaps the same was written in Bengali script.
Then with a sad face he looked at me and said that within three days I would be leaving Kalimpong, but I would be absorbed in the civil service within a year. I had no plan until then to appear at the state civil service examination. Though I had no plan to leave Kalimpong so early, the situation developed in such a way I had to leave the place within two days and then I tried for the state civil service examination, I passed and within a year I joined as a magistrate in Coochbehar, and as per his father’s forecast that job became permanent, and after serving for more than thirty years I retired on a good pension. After I was absorbed in the civil service I went once to Mr.Deb's in Diamond Harbour Kolkata to extend my thanks.
Such incidents are not rare in my life. During my college days, I also once visited the home of my one college friend at one evening in Darjeeling. When both of us entered the house, I saw his father; his uncle and one other person were sitting on the floor in a circle, while his maternal uncle was holding a pencil and lightly touching one blank but open page of an exercise book kept on the clean floor. We were told by his father to remain at a distance and silently watch and his sisters and mother were all in the adjacent room.  
On the floor there was a circle drawn by chalk and in the middle of the circle was kept a shallow brass cup without a handle, which was half filled up with water, though in the room an electric bulb was burning. I saw they were praying and invoking the spirit of his grandfather, but there was no response, then being frustrated they called the spirit of his grandmother and suddenly there was movement in the cup. His father enquired to know the identity of the spirit. I saw there was a movement on the pencil and it started scrawling some messages. His father read the message, which said that it was the spirit of his grandmother, and his father requested to send the spirit of his grandfather. The spirit of the grandfather did arrive, because again there was movement in the cup, but he requested them to quickly leave him. But his father asked three questions, and all the three predictions made by the spirit were fulfilled within six months. They were: winning of one pending court case, his eldest daughter’s marriage and the third was curability chance of an incurable festering sore of his uncle. But before his departure, his father asked him in which place was his father’s spirit resting. He said “Dasham Lok” and all of sudden the cup escaped up to the door and stopped, which meant the spirit was gone. The astonishing thing was that his uncle, who was a driver in the NBSTC, knew only Bengali, but all the messages were written by him in beautiful Hindi.
Though the existence of spirit has been written in plenty in all religious literatures of the world, present science does not believe in its existence, but Albert Einstein had once admitted: “Where science stops, spirituality begins.” Now science has proved recently that, without any visible matter, some invisible force can also exist in the void, which is called “anti-matter,” and further research is on in this direction.
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