- ENDING LIKE MINCEMEAT
Dandi – 23 May 1930
The
Indian National Congress declares 26 January as Independence Day, or the day
for Poorna Swaraj. The Congress executive committee was authorized to decide
when the Satyagraha campaign would commence but Gandhi said, “I know it is a
duty devolving primarily on me.” He withdrew to his ashram at Sabarmati to contemplate.
Presently he thought of a plan and wrote to the Viceroy, Lord Irwin, to
negotiate otherwise on Eleventh March ‘I shall proceed with such workers of the
Ashram as I can take, to disregard the provisions of the Salt Laws’. The
Viceroy refused to se Gandhi.
As
he painfully began his 200-mile walk as the unique "Recpolman (R—eligion,
EC—onomics, Pol—itics)" Gandhi,
breathless spectators watched and some compared it to the march of Napoleon to
He implored his
thousands of followers to begin to make salt wherever, along the seashore,
"was most convenient and comfortable" to them. A
"war" on the salt tax was to be continued during the National Week,
that is, up to the thirteenth of April. There were also simultaneous
boycotts of cloth and khaddar. Salt was sold, illegally, all over the
seacoast of
In
For his next major action, Gandhi decided on
a raid of the Dharasana Salt Works in
As he stood in the
dock Gandhiji— like Socrates with the bowl of hemlock— delivered perhaps his
greatest oration.* At his British judge the saint thundered: "The only course open to you, the Judge, is ...
either to resign your post or inflict on me the severest penalty . . . for
[doing] what in law is a deliberate crime, and what appears to me to be the
highest duty of a citizen. ... I do not expect [acquittal and the judge's
resignation] but by the time I have finished with my statement, you will
perhaps have a glimpse of what is raging within my breast!"
Because he made a "seditious
utterance" in praise of Mahatma Gandhi, the Mayor of Calcutta, Mr. J. M.
Sengupta was sentenced to ten days' imprisonment last week, while he sat mute
and motionless in court, refusing to make any defense.
The Dharasana
Satyagraha went ahead as planned, with Abbas Tyabji, a seventy-six year old
retired judge, leading the march with Gandhi's wife Kasturba at his side. Both
were arrested before reaching Dharasana and sentenced to three months in
prison. After their arrests, the march continued under the leadership of Sarojini
Naidu, a woman poet and freedom fighter, who warned us satyagrahis, "You
must not use any violence under any circumstances. You will be beaten, but you
must not resist: you must not even raise a hand to ward off blows." Soldiers
began clubbing us with steel tipped lathis in an incident that attracted
international attention. I am badly
injured with fractured bones in my shoulders, arms and legs. Somehow I land
here in
United Press correspondent Webb Miller
reported that: Not one of the marchers even raised an arm to fend off the
blows. They went down like ten-pins. From where I stood I heard the sickening
whacks of the clubs on unprotected skulls. The waiting crowd of watchers
groaned and sucked in their breaths in sympathetic pain at every blow. Those
struck down fell sprawling, unconscious or writhing in pain with fractured
skulls or broken shoulders. In two or three minutes the ground was quilted with
bodies. Great patches of blood widened on their white clothes. The survivors
without breaking ranks silently and doggedly marched on until struck down.
Vithalbhai Patel, former Speaker of the Assembly,
watched the beatings and remarked, "All hope of reconciling
There is inevitableness in the fate that
has overtaken Hindu
Next to
my bed lies a young man who was also injured at Dharsana. Name of this handsome
twenty-one year old is Nathuram Godse. He is a Marathi Chitpavan Brahmin - a community known for
its social and Hindu conservatism. We exchange our life stories.
Godse had dropped
out of high school and become a freedom fighter and activist with the Hindu Mahasabha,
a party espousing extreme Hindu Nationalism in particular opposition to the
separatist politics of the All India Muslim League. He was a close admirer and
student of Indian revolutionary Vinayak Damodar Savarkar, who had written the
political doctrine Hindutva.
Godse backed
Gandhi's campaigns of civil disobedience against the British government. His
story in his own words:
Born in a devotional Brahmin family, I instinctively
came to revere Hindu religion, Hindu history and Hindu culture. I had,
therefore, been intensely proud of Hinduism as a whole. As I grew up I
developed a tendency to free thinking unfettered by any superstitious
allegiance to any isms, political or religious. That is why I worked actively
for the eradication of untouchability and the caste system based on birth
alone. I openly joined anti-caste movements and maintained that all Hindus are
of equal status as to rights, social and religious, and should be considered
high or low on merit alone and not through the accident of birth in a
particular caste or profession. I used publicly to take part in organized
anti-caste dinners which thousands of Hindus, Brahmins, Vaishyas, Kshatriyas,
Chamars and Bhangis participated. We broke the caste rules and dined in the
company of each other. I have read the speeches and writings of Dadabhai
Naoroji, Vivekananda, Gokhale, Tilak, along with the books of ancient and
modern history of
All this thinking and reading led me to believe that
it was my first duty to serve Hindudom and Hindus both as a patriot and as a
world citizen. To secure the freedom and to safeguard the just interests of
some thirty crores (three hundred million) of Hindus would automatically
constitute the freedom and well-being of all
This was in 1930, the hardest year of my life. It was then that it became evident on the one hand that my income was insufficient for me to live on, and on the other I had been forgotten, and not only this, but that what was for me the greatest and most cruel injustice appeared to others a quite ordinary occurrence. News came from Shikohabad that my old parents had passed away and the rest of the family had accepted my running away from them. I felt myself abandoned by everyone.
From the doctor's summing up I concluded that things were bad, but
that for the doctor, and perhaps for everybody else, it was a matter of
indifference, though for me it was bad. And this conclusion struck me
painfully, arousing in me a great feeling of pity for myself and of bitterness
towards the doctor's indifference to a matter of such importance.
When
sickness, injuries, deaths, or recoveries were mentioned in my presence,
especially when the injuries resembled my own, I listened with agitation which I
tried to hide, asked questions, and applied what I heard to my own case. The
pain did not grow less, but I made efforts to force myself to think that I was
better. The only thing that brought me some succor
was the recitation of mantra
Something must be wrong. I must calm myself — must think it all
over from the beginning. Yes, the beginning of my injuries: I was hit on my
side by a policeman’s stick, but I was still quite well that day and the next.
It hurt a little, then rather more. I was brought to the
It is
morning and I limp to the bathroom. I began to wash. With pauses for rest, I
wash my hands and then my face, clean my teeth, brush my hair, looked in the
glass. I am terrified by what I see, especially by the limp way in which my
hair clung to my pallid forehead. Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes
up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair,
and always the same. When alone I have a dreadful and distressing desire to
call someone, but who? Another dose of morphine—to lose consciousness. I will
tell him, the doctor, that he must think of something else. It's impossible,
impossible, to go on like this. My very soul seems to be withdrawing its limbs
inside the shell of my body.
An
hour and another pass like that. But now the doctor comes in fresh, hearty,
plump, and cheerful, with that look on his face that seems to say: "There
now, you're in a panic about something, but we'll arrange it all for you
directly! He begins with a most serious face to examine the patient, feeling
his pulse and taking his temperature, and then begins the sounding and
auscultation. I know quite well and definitely that all this is nonsense and
pure deception, but when the doctor, getting down on his knee, leans over him,
putting his ear first higher then lower, and performs various gymnastic
movements over him with a significant expression on his face, I know that he
realizes gravity of my illness. When the examination was over the doctor says a
specialist is in the Hospital and he would try to bring him to see me in two
hours time. But I would rather die see Lord Shiva in Heaven.
When
the specialist arrived, the sounding began again and the significant
conversations about the kidneys and the appendix, and the questions and
answers, with an air of importance instead of the real question of life and death
which now alone confronted me. The celebrated specialist took leave with a
serious though not hopeless look, and in reply to the timid question I, with
eyes glistening with fear and hope, put to him as to whether there was a chance
of recovery, said that he could not vouch for it but there was a possibility.
The gleam of hope kindled by the doctor's encouragement did not last long. They
gave me a subcutaneous injection and I sank into oblivion. It was twilight when
I came to. They brought me my dinner and I swallowed some with difficulty, and
then everything was the same again and night was coming on. Again minute
followed minute and hour followed hour. Everything remained the same and there
was no cessation. And the inevitable end of it all became more and more
terrible. I urge my sol to break out of this shell and merge with the universal
spirit.
Till
about three in the morning I was in a state of stupefied misery. It seemed to me
that I and my pain were being thrust into a narrow, deep black sack, but though
they were pushed further and further in they could not be pushed to the bottom.
And this, terrible enough in itself, was accompanied by suffering. And suddenly
I broke through, fell, and regained consciousness. Then wept like a child. I
wept on account of my helplessness, my terrible loneliness, the cruelty of man,
the cruelty of God, and the absence of God.
And in imagination I began to recall the best
moments of his pleasant life. But strange to say none of those best moments of
his pleasant life now seemed at all what they had then seemed — none of them
except the first recollections of childhood. There, in childhood, there had
been something really pleasant with which it would be possible to live if it
could return. But the child who had experienced that happiness existed no longer;
it was like a reminiscence of somebody else. And the further I departed from
childhood and the nearer I came to the present the more worthless and doubtful
were the joys. In the next life I will seek the bliss of the omniscience.
It is
as if I had been going downhill while I imagined I was going up. And that is
really what it was. I was going up in public opinion, but to the same extent
life was ebbing away from me. And now it is all done and there is only death. Then what does it mean?
Why? It can't be that life is so senseless and horrible. But if it really has
been so horrible and senseless, why must I die and die in agony? There is
something wrong! Maybe I did not live as I
ought to have done, but how could that be, when I did everything properly. Then
what do I want now? To live? Live how? And I ceased crying, but turning my face
to the wall continued to ponder on the same question: Why, and for what
purpose, is there all this horror? But however much I pondered I found no
answer. I long for a state where there is no more birth, no more death, no more
disease, sorrow or suffering.
I had
but to call to mind what I had been three months before and what I was now, and
with what regularity I had been going downhill, for every possibility of hope
to be shattered. Pictures of my past rose before me one after another. They
always began with what was nearest in time and then went back to what was most
remote — to my childhood — and rested there. Then again together with that
chain of memories another series passed through my mind — of how my illness had
progressed and grown worse. There also the further back I looked the more life
there had been. There had been more of what was good in life and more of life
itself. The two merged together. Just as the pain went on getting worse and
worse, so my life grew worse and worse. There is one bright spot there at the
back, at the beginning of life, and afterwards all becomes blacker and blacker
and proceeds more and more rapidly — in inverse ratio to the square of the distance
from death. And the example of a stone falling downwards with increasing
velocity entered his mind. Life, a series of increasing sufferings, flies
further and further towards its end — the most terrible suffering. I am
flying....I was already aware that resistance was impossible, and again with
eyes weary of gazing but unable to cease seeing what was before them, I stared
at the back ceiling and waited — awaiting that dreadful fall and shock and
destruction of this body in which I am trapped now. I seek release from this
body to fly to heaven of my vision.
Another
two weeks went by in this way. The doctor came at his usual time and told me
that my condition was very serious and that the only resource left was opium to
allay my sufferings. It was true, as the doctor said that my sufferings were
terrible, but worse than the physical sufferings were my mental sufferings
which were my chief torture. Did I do wrong by denying myself an ordinary
family life and sacrificing it for Gandhi’s Satyagraha? I was given a large dose of opium and became
unconscious. This opium seems to be gateway to Nirvana. But at noon my
sufferings begin again. All wrong actions of my life flash before me. I console
myself by thinking that God will forgive me – after all forgiving is part of
his business.
And
suddenly it grew clear to me that what had been oppressing me and would not
leave me was all dropping away at once from all sides. I must release them and
free myself from these sufferings. How good and how simple. And the pain? What
has become of it? Where are you, pain? Yes, here it is. Well, what of it? What
death? There was no fear because the death is necessity for change. At last I have a calming deep sleep as I sleep the sleep of
death
In
place of death there is light. So that's what it is! What joy! All this
happened in a single instant, and the meaning of that instant did not change. “It
is all over!" said someone near me. I heard these words and repeated them in my soul. Instead
of pain I now feel bliss; instead of death I now sense life.
I am identified exclusively with ego; I am overwhelmed by my fear of the
cessation of my own existence as a separate being. Because the ego will, in
fact, die. However, since I have developed some soul-perspective, I remain
quietly conscious through it all, just observing: watching my ego dissolving,
watching the body dropping away. Now whatever in me that is left uncooked will
steer me towards my next incarnation in order to continue my karmic work. When
the seeds are all cooked and my karmic work is complete, my identity at the
moment of death will be solely with Atman. So when my soul-karma is indeed
totally finished, then life and death and ego and soul will all appear like
bubbles of phenomena arising out of timeless Awareness, only to dissolve back
into Awareness again. And through it all, I shall be the same. There is nothing
to be feared. I look at the face of death – it is nothing. I am spirit and melt into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless, the cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
the solemn temples, the great globe itself,
shall dissolve. And, like an
insubstantial faded pageant,
will not leave any track behind. Indeed, I am part of a dream and my little
life is now rounded with sleep.
Nay, but as when one layeth his worn-out robes away and, taking new ones, sayeth, “These will I wear to-day!” So putteth by the spirit lightly its garb of flesh, and passeth to inherit a residence afresh. The Gita.
9 IN THE HEAVEN
“Even
the highest heaven is temporary and non-eternal. The realms that exist between
the earth and the highest heaven mark only the phenomenal growth and progress
of the individual souls. Those, who go there and remain there, are subject to
birth and rebirth. They will come back again. But those who have attained to
perfection transcend all heavens, understand eternal life and remain perfect
for ever and ever.’ - Bhagwat Gita, VIII, 16-27
After
this reassuring meeting I still wish to have a look at my body. In a jiffy the
yahoos swoop me down where I see my body being cremated without any mourners. I
have no desire to linger here for the pains of my last life remind me that just
as my heaven is in my mind so the earth can be my heaven in my mind in the next
life. I shall be a much better person in the next life. I blow a wind that
quickens the cremation and back to Heaven I come. The yahoos tell me that to
retrace steps to Heaven’s air there would be trouble and toil. Only a few whom
benign Shiva has loved or who have lead lives of selfless action are borne back
to heaven. Somehow the yahoos get Shiva’s permission for my reentry.
fragrance never fade. There are countless celestial cars that move in the air.
The dwellers are free from envy, grief, ignorance and malice. They live very
happily.
When soaked with the delight of reunion
with family and friends, I ask the yahoos to take me to the heaven that was
visualized by a prophet.
In the
There are bricks
of gold and silver and the mortar is of musk and its gravel is of garnet and pearls
and its dust of saffron. There is a tree in
Yet, this all
becomes monotonous after forty years and the yahoos lead me to astral lands which surpass human description with gardens of
flowers made with vibrations of light. The glowing blossoms never fade in the
realm of hued rainbows, cascading fountains of prismatic lights; skies and seas
have opalescent bright waves. The astral heaven is a luminous land of joy,
freedom and incredible beauty in an atmosphere of well-being and love. I find
upon arriving in the pure clean beautiful astral world where there are no
weeds, insects or barren lands with snakes or offensive reptiles, but rainbow
rivers and opal lakes. Our astral forms are never subjected to heat or cold but
with an eternal spring and even temperatures. I see myself as my exact
counterpart of how I looked in my youth in my last incarnation. My spiritual
quality is my astral beauty as little importance is placed on facial good
looks. I see the astral beings drink nectar from flowing astral brooks and
fountains of light. In the astral soils there are wonderful ray like luminous
vegetables. I rejoice with my relatives and friends from past lives who are
easily recognizable and I realize the immortality of love and friendship from
the tragic parting of earthly life.
The lifespan in
the astral world far exceeds that of the life on earth. The average span of
life for the advanced astral inhabitant is up to one thousand years according
to the measurements on earth. My spirit longs for a human birth again.
The
Yahoos next usher me in the presence of Yama who gives me a discourse on the
fate of people after their death. Wicked souls have many strange and unpleasant
experiences after death in the afterlife. Excitable and restless people often
experience terrible nightmares while sleeping, likewise when people of troubled
wicked disposition leave their body experience accordingly to the law of karma
terrible astral nightmares during their death sleep due to the mirror image of
their gathered evil. People of evil actions experience periodic dreadful
nightmares in the nether regions of the astral world.
When you misuse
the power of free choice, Yama continues, you forfeit your chance of
incarnating in a divinely endowed human body and instead this misuse of power
will cause you to take rebirth in a demonic womb or in some hellish state of
existence either on earth or in a place of violence and suffering in other
regions of dark astral worlds or in another universe, characterized by
nightmares and fearsome beings. This terrible karmic fate of these demonic
mentalities is to continue to be trapped birth after birth in darkest delusion
unless they awaken themselves by right action and determination. If not they
may further descend to the lowest depths even incarnating in an animal body for
a time or in some astral bestial form as for the insane person who has lost all
reason.
Our karmic pattern
will determine how high or low are status is at birth. The deep truths of the
karmic laws should not be viewed upon metaphysically as an abstraction but as a
way of life. This is why it is so important not to associate with lowlifes. The
snake is impervious to its own venom but the poison is harmful to someone who
is bitten; our only rational course of action is to exterminate the snakes or
not go near them without an antidote. The intelligent man remedies the
situation by remaining in good company and by removing himself from the company
of evil people. We are our own saviors, Yama concludes. I seem to have got the
idea of leading a purposeful life on the earth. I ask for another stab at a
human birth and that is readily granted. I am also told that my parents of the
next life have already been chosen based on my past actions; but I have the
choice of picking my own wife and children.
The houri whom I
had beheld in the heaven for forty years, beacons me and I yearn her to be my bride
and live with me for at least fifty years on the Earth. The prophetess of the
Heaven, who herself is nine years old for eternity, tells me that the houri I
have chosen is loveliest by far of all the houris. “She shall be your own. I’ll
join you two in marriage, so she will spend all future years with you, as you
well deserve. And she will make you father of her three lovely children”, she
adds. The houri and I then embark upon a mission, with the two yahoos in the
trail, to look for the souls that will grace the bodies of our children.
We go on to the
farthest lands of heaven where men whose had distinguished themselves with
valour in war, had left the earth prematurely and were waiting for parents to
sire them in the next birth. Here a young, charming, tall and handsome colonel
of Aryan descent comes to meet us. He has a strong presence and had served in
the German Army during the World War but a small black cloud hangs above his
head. The Houri exclaims: “It is him whom I want to be our son”. His name is
Werneke. He stretches out both his hands in eagerness and says in welcome: “You
have at last come. My longing for you two has not tricked me! Let me embrace
you.” After hugging him I tell him a second body is in store for him and we
will all live happily in the environment where he would feel comfortable.
With one duty
done, we come to places of delight where old souls of great beauty and divine
qualities once again were wishing for human birth in female form. One
particular Athena-like soul enticed my entire being. I felt a pure angelic
fatherly affection for her and determined to have her as my daughter. My hourie
agreed wholeheartedly. In love to my hourie there is desire; to my son,
ambition; but to my daughters – I did want two - there is something which no
words can express. I have the distinct impression that this baby would be a
great friend and helper with each of its siblings. It is a serious thing to move
in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the person you
can talk to may be a creature which, if you saw it with your third eye now, you
would be strongly tempted to worship. This one would be a special daughter. I
will ever be there to lead her, guide her, and walk beside her. Even the senior
yahoo applauds my choice.
Next we make our
way to a painted bedchamber where a young girl lies fast asleep – so fine in
mould and feature that she seems a goddess – our second daughter-to-be. On
either side her maids were sleeping. The bright doors were shut, but like a
sudden stir of wind, the houri and I move to the bedside of the goddess. As the dawn awakes the fairy princess in the
sweet gown, she is still charmed by a dream of going to the Earth in human
form. The grey-eyed one had lived enough days of pleasure in this heaven where no
tremor of wind is ever felt, nor is it subject to splash of rain or snowflakes.
She longs to work in a tumultuous world and is happy to be the daughter of
parents who are in bliss at striking gold a third time. This goddess, princess
and fairy in one soul would work for the good of the world.
I tell the
soldier, the doll and the fairy that for their souls a second body is in store.
They have lived free from care in long forgetfulness and now they would feel
happiness with the houri me in discovering
The sky, the lands and sheets of water, the bright
moon’s globe, the mighty sun and stars are created by the supreme spirit like a
web is created by a spider. The same spirit is infused in living
bodies of all the members of the world. From Spirit come all the races of man
and beast .The life of birds, odd creatures that the deep seas contain beneath
their sparkling surfaces. Fiery energy from heavenly source belongs to the
generative seeds of all these creatures so far as they are not poisoned or
clogged by mortal bodies and their free essence is not dimmed by earthiness and
deathliness of flesh. The flesh makes them fear and crave, rejoice and grieve.
Imprisoned in the darkness of the body they cannot clearly sea heaven’s air; in
fact even when life departs on the last day not all the
scourges of the body nor all the distress of life pass from the poor souls.
Inevitably, many malformations, growing together in mysterious ways become
deep-rooted. Therefore they undergo the discipline of living out results of the
old actions in the next birth.
But those who live with the big picture in mind, and
in meditation, are sent through this wide Heaven where we abide in happy lands
till the round of time is fulfilled and our stains are worn away. When the
soul’s heaven-sent perception is clear the unmemoried may wish re-entry into
bodies.
Now I pick a green
mound from which to view some souls that I observe coming forward. One by one,
six of them head towards us. First one is a pretty, loving and independent girl
who makes a bee line towards the soldier. She is followed closely by an
enchanting and determined young lady who also moves close to the soldier. Next
appears a young and brilliant young man who shoots towards the doll. Not too
far is a tiny and pretty young woman who has the marks of wisdom written all
over her forehead and who is soon all over the doll. A handsome and playful
young man whom Zeus had endowed with great intellect now comes towards the
fairy with a beautiful little girl in the tow who constantly spreads sweetness.
All the six souls are destined to make the Earth a better place for generations
to come.
My message to all of them is: When on the Earth we
should all live in the present, caring "only . . . about the small
experiences . . . a meeting of the eyes, a glimpse of bare flesh, the
orientation of a house plant, the shade of a paint stroke." After all,
what is past largely vanishes from memory, while in the future all memories of
us will vanish. .. Since past and future are equally lost to us, we
should gather our rosebuds while we may. Afterlife we shall again embark
on a "great journey" through exotic terrain until we arrive at a
grand castle, only to discover that the Creator is a three-faced old man –
pervading the entire Universe by His spirit.
Now by Shiva’s grace the yahoos draw the Earth near
us, as if it were a model of the globe, to choose our (Houri’s and mine) parents
for our birth. The ancient land of India
and its present rulers, Great
Britain , captivates us. We pause at London where First Round Table Conference is opened officially by King
George V on Thursday, November 13, 1930 and chaired by the British Prime Minister, Ramsay MacDonald.
The Indian National Congress, along with Indian business leaders, kept away
from the conference. Many of them were in jail for their participation in civil
disobedience. However, the Conference was attended by Muslim leaders including
Muhammad Ali, Muhammad Shafi, the Aga Khan, Muhammad Ali Jinnah, Muhammad
Zafrulla Khan; Hindu Mahasabha leaders including B. S. Moonje and Jaylar;
Liberals including Tej Bahadur Sapru, C. Y. Chintamani and Srinivasa Sastri;
Sikh leaders including Sardar Ujjal Singh and a large contingent of rulers of
princely states such as Maharaja Bhupinder Singh of Patiala, Maharaja Sayajirao
Gaekwad III of Baroda, Maharaja Hari Singh of Jammu and Kashmir, Maharaja Ganga
Singh of Bikaner, Nawab Hamidullah Khan of Bhopal and K.S. Ranjitsinhji of
Nawanagar.
The
idea of an All-India Federation was moved to the centre of discussion. All the
groups attending the conference supported this concept. On 4th March 1931 British viceroy of
These are exciting
times in
With our work in
the heaven completed we say good byes to the yahoos and tell them we are sorry
we are unable to show our appreciation for their services in a tangible
manner. At this the junior yahoo becomes
audacious and exclaims he would also acquire a human birth and would like to
have my fairy as his wife on the Earth. I am astounded but tell him that he
would take birth at least five thousand miles away from my fairy and if he
deserves her by his actions, the fairy would go to her.
Emboldened by this
event, the senior yahoo eyes my doll to be his wife, when he is graced with a
human birth. I tell him he would not be born within a radius of ten thousand
miles of the place where the doll would be born. Yet, if his love is strong
enough, my doll would find him.
At the end of the month I leave eternity of the heaven and slip into the eternity of my mother’s womb.
I have chosen to
be on earth because there is something I want to learn that can only happen by
inhabiting a body. I am here to repay a debt, learn about love, and teach
forgiveness. I shall carry this information in my soul, all I have to do is
remember. As I shall go through my journey, I will try not to forget how brave I
am, being here now. I shall honor myrself!