Metempsychosis: Wandering Eternal Spirit

By CAP

Alva gazed into his piercing amber eyes. There was sheer magic in them. She could not look away "From the desert sands of Australia to the snow covered fields of Sweden! You crossed Continents in search of Divine Justice, discovering the soul of India. Hamus, you have gone looking for the spirituality of Tibet, freedom for it's people and have confronted the Devil in his various forms. You humbled infernal human vanity! Where" asked Alva. "Do we go from here" "The road to eternity". He pointed in the direction of the forest. "Look! . . . Destiny beckons us".

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Sep 6, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456789053

CAP

The author is a widely travelled tertiary graduate, having lived in various parts of the world with specific interests in human cultures. His particular leanings are towards science, history and rare phenomenon and the various ways they relate and interact with each other.

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First published by AuthorHouse 8/31/2011

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For my wife

June

without whose personal hard work and encouragement this book would not have been possible.

CAP

For Hamish and Jasmin.

PREFACE

Sections of this book are based on events and facts. Names have been changed to protect identities. I hereby acknowledge at the end of this book due contributions made by others in their works and writings. There is no intention to cause cultural harm to the Indigenous people of Australia for whom, as this book will show, I have the greatest of respect. Names of deceased peoples appear. To the people of Tibet I extend my support in their struggle for liberation. Information regarding events in Tibet/China is freely available on the Internet and other sources. Materials I have referred to is a matter of existing record and have been influenced by the works of Kallie Szczepanski.

For Sweden and its inhabitants, as always, I accord the greatest of affection. Last but not least the uniqueness of India and its culture inspires me in my writing.

CAP (author)

Contents

Incident

Breath of the Creator God

Steel and Glass

Introspection and Deliverance

A Search

Transcendental Journey

An Infinite Retrospect

In the Footsteps Of

The Abode of Exiles

Cosmic Dust

An Unlikely Exile

A Plea

Confrontation

Parting

Revelations

Mystical Retrospect

Waves of Red Sand

The Quest

Confusion

The Abode of Souls

Tyresö

Incident

Hamus and Alva were back at Alice Springs from deep Central Australia and planned to leave for Sweden on the next day. It had concluded as a remarkable travelling experience. Australia had presented many challenges for Alva; the country had revealed unexpected aspects as a Nation. But the experience had not entirely come to an end for her.

An unexpected and devastating episode was to unravel! In a very short stay Alva had come across severe community divisions.

The sound of the sports car was exhilarating. All cylinders roared and grunted in terrifying harmony and the exhaust seemed anxious to belch its richly noxious fumes. A minor pleasure trip to the nearby Todd River was undertaken to discuss the impending return to Sweden on the next day. Return to Alice Springs in the future was never contemplated. Promising times loomed ahead.

But joy soon turned to serious concern. The sports car was parked within walking distance as they walked to the dry dusty Todd River bed. A 4WD utility vehicle being driven with little control came around the bend of the river bed. It churned up dust and dispersed chunks of solidified soil. The vehicle was deliberately being swayed and tossed about with scant regard for the river bed or people. Indigenous locals, often referred to by the derogatory term Ab-O’s, were camped; they seemed to be permanent dwellers on the ancient river bed and surrounding areas. It was only good luck and chance that spared the lives of some homeless and displaced inhabitants. People scattered and children ran to the safety of parents to avoid being knocked down by the vehicle.

There were four youths in the speeding monstrosity. As they drove past they hurled empty alcohol bottles at the Indigenous people, laughing, berating and calling out offensive names.

Did you recognise the driver? asked Alva in surprise.

Hamus nodded. Yes I did. It was the same idiot who had overturned his car when we were on our way to Adelaide.

With any luck the only damage he incurs once again will be on his own person, said Alva in disgust. Her experiences in the Australian outback were revealing new aspects of human behaviour.

Next morning, with some hours to spare, prior to departure they drove up on top of a ridge for a final look at Alice Springs. It was a clear view that spread out before them. They were at a vantage point and saw an Indigenous man, wheelchair restricted, on a local street pavement. They could see the individual despite the distance from on top of the ridge; he appeared to be dressed in employee uniform and presumably on his way to work.

The utility vehicle they had witnessed the day before causing disturbance on the river bed was driven in front of the person on the wheelchair, effectively denying him progress.

The vehicle stopped and four youths climbed out of it. A conversation seemed to be in progress as Hamus and Alva observed from on top of the ridge. Then without provocation the Indigenous man was knocked down to the ground. As he fell out of his wheelchair he was assaulted by being repeatedly kicked in the back and head; he lay defenceless by the side of the road.

Hamus dashed to the sports car as Alva followed calling out instructions not to become involved. But Hamus was not listening to her. The injustice of the incident had enraged him. If there was a level playing field in Alice Springs this was not it. The local streets were not familiar to him and some wrong turns were executed; precious time was lost before they found the victim. He was lying on his back, unattended by any others, and bleeding profusely from the side of his head.

Amazingly, being a normal working day, there weren’t any people on foot. Passing cars could not have failed to notice the man lying by the side of the road; none had stopped as the victim still lay there. Alva managed to contact the local police and ambulance on her cell phone. They tried to comfort the stricken person as best as they could but when the paramedics arrived he was declared dead.

Hamus and Alva were visited by local authorities at their hotel for further information. Strangely the investigating team were more concerned about what had not been witnessed rather than what had been. There were no other witnesses; Hamus and Alva could do no more than tell the absolute truth. The investigators were frustrated. It seemed they expected appropriate answers suitable to a certain predetermined line of questioning. They were not interested in the truth! Professionally rehearsed variations to the same questions resulted in exactly the same answers. The pair who claimed to have witnessed a vile act refused to vary their accounts of what they had seen. Disappointingly for the investigators the two questioned separately were perfectly consistent with each other’s account. Provisional charges had been laid against the four young men. These charges could be easily dropped if the pair were prepared to retract statements, made immediately following the incident. But Hamus and Alva were adamant and would not be suggested to or intimidated into withdrawing claims.

Having been apprehended and taken into custody the four young men were brought before a magistrate that very day; the matter of bail had not arisen at any stage! Those arrested were of established and impeccable family background and the question of them absconding was not even considered. A preliminary trial would be held and all relevant matters brought before the court. The investigating team insisted that Alice Springs was a law abiding place and due process of law would be followed. The matter would be expedited and outcomes would be final. They impressed on the pair that Australia as a developed country had been endowed with an impressive system of law and justice.

The authorities left with a pointed suggestion that the touring pair could leave Alice Springs soon if they so desired; which meant immediately if possible. Hamus and Alva were in a hurry to leave for Sweden until events had taken an unanticipated turn. It made them reconsider. Their visit to the Australian Continent had come to an end but there was a question of justice that had arisen unexpectedly. They determined to stay on until their part in it had been satisfactorily concluded. They were prepared to appear in court and declare in detail all that they had witnessed.

But a distressing episode unfolded. Following the immediate departure of the investigating team a young woman of Anglo-Australian appearance waited in the hotel foyer to see them. Her name was Madeleine. They had never met her before and could not ascertain the reason she wanted to meet with them. She appeared traumatised and Alva suggested they invite her to their room.

The young woman was hesitant. She kept scrutinising them with uncertainty either out of natural or predetermined caution. They were as much strangers to her as she was to them. She commenced to weep and blurted words that at first did not make sense. But her disjointed words gradually began to flow and connect as she gathered her emotions with some degree of control. Her struggling outburst began to formulate into meaningful sentences.

They have taken away my man, Madeleine wept inconsolably. He was a beautiful person, a lovely human being. She sobbed in great distress. We were to be married and had planned a future together. They viciously beat him to death because of who he was and what he looked like. Not because he did any harm to others, she cried. He couldn’t! He was disabled. He simply wasn’t that sort of person. Her obvious grieving was heart wrenching. He saw people as people and not by their outward appearance. He saw me that way, she wept. I saw him as the love of my life.

Alva comforted her as best as she could and said they were deeply sorry for being unable to prevent the assault. Madeleine was distressed but not seeking revenge. But without their assistance justice was not likely to be served, if it was to be served at all.

My life is over. There’s nothing more I want, cried Madeleine. However, his death must not be in vain. Please, you can help, she pleaded. As a matter of conscience you must help me.

It seemed that they indeed were the only witnesses and not to assist would have been wrong. Leaving Alice Springs in a hurry would get them to Sweden quicker but it would not serve the purposes of justice or assist her in any way.

Hamus and Alva, having stated clearly and concisely their observations in a written statement, cast aside their plans to leave. They promised to stay on until all the help they could offer had been exhausted. They consented to appear on the witness stand and support the young woman in every manner possible.

*

The sports car was vandalised with spray can paint and a window smashed. Oddly, the hotel staff were unaware of the incident and surveillance cameras had amazingly failed to record the event. Alva was nervous but Hamus was not deterred. A young woman’s life had been ruined and a harmless innocent man had lost his life. The car could be repaired or sold but justice, if he could help it, would not be denied to those who were left to grieve and mourn.

It was a city where crime was dominated by Indigenous people due to official and social neglect. It was ironic to see the Coat Of Arms affirming the justice system. The depiction was of a native animal pair. Two kangaroos supported an elaborate bronze plaque that displayed a mythical Indigenous figure found in ancient rock paintings. The justice being dispensed within the building however was the sole preserve of non-Indigenous persons.

The front of the Court House was surrounded by belligerent supporters. Four youths accused of committing a criminal act had mobilised the sympathy of an entire city by the sheer appeal of their origins. There were some Indigenous people present who were vastly outnumbered by the others.

Their native expressions spoke of a fatalism that had culminated over two centuries and a justice system that had two skin tones. Powerless in the extreme, they were made to accept that justice was blind. It supposedly served the purposes of all, irrespective of colonial or Indigenous origins. Tragically, the Indigenes were on the wrong side of the barrier that separated human beings, in defined camps. The camps they occupied were constructed in the form of patronising neglect. There was a distortion of justice that served the purposes of some and not necessarily equally for all.

As Hamus and Alva approached on foot they were subjected to various forms of verbal abuse.

He couldn’t be one of us, someone cried in sheer contempt. Standing against his own race! What an absolute bloody moron!

Maybe he isn’t one of us! Go back mate, shouted another, to where you come from.

There were police personnel on the foreground of the building who were unwilling to prevent the verbal abuse. They enacted feeble movements at best in order to put on a display of crowd control. It was a daunting experience for the prospective witnesses. The presence and mood of the crowd was unpleasant and supporters of the accused were threatening and confronting.

Look at her, shouted a female pointing to Alva. She’s olive, not white! Bloody Wog. The frustrated gathering had made access to the front entrance difficult by deliberately standing in the way and blocking progress. I wonder who let her into the country.

It’s the stupid government, was the discontented reply. This country is going to the dogs. Soon we’ll be taken over by Sharia Law or something like that!

Yeah! Someone yelled. Looks like one of the asylum seekers she does.

Hamus pushed his way as the unruly crowd prevented them moving forward. But he was determined not to be intimidated. The behaviour of those who refused to allow universal justice to follow a civil course was not about to stop him.

You like the exotic, do you? a disgruntled person hurled at him pointing at Alva.

Sure does! Someone supported sneeringly. No wonder he’s standing up against his own.

Alva and Hamus finally managed to push their way to the front entrance; they were grudgingly allowed inside by court security personnel. The law displayed no qualms about venting their disregard for the two of them.

Inside it was stark and modern, orderly and well attended. Some Indigenous people sat in back rows and appeared grim faced. Madeleine, whose partner had lost his life, sat amongst them and was noticeably out of place. The four accused youths were well dressed and presented in newly bought two piece suits. They did not display much concern, occasionally glancing in all directions, smiling and waving to friends and relatives who encouraged them by responding similarly.

Judge Klaus Kausmann was sombre as he entered. Silence was called for and court personnel bowed with respect. A case of an incident having taken place was presented in which four young people had been involuntarily involved. It skirted the main issue of intentional killing. The case seemed disconnected to any violent act committed. Astonishingly the prosecutors had nothing to present before the court. Their presence was one of formality. If any onus of proof was the duty of the prosecutors, then they were simply not interested. They acquiesced with the police of an incident involving the death of a person having occurred.

The defence team, unsurprisingly, entered a plea of ‘Not Guilty’ on behalf of their clients. It seemed no case had to be proved beyond a reasonable doubt as one hardly seemed to exist.

The police were first to deliver their detailed findings. In truth, it seemed nil effort had been made, to collect relevant or circumstantial details of the crime apart from the absolute essentials gathered at the scene. The wheelchair or the victim’s disability was not mentioned.

The Coroner was called in next. If there was some established order in which various parties appeared in the witness box then this was not being strictly adhered to.

For all intents and purposes the Coroner’s investigations were strange. His professional impartiality was on public display. He discussed an experimental determination in pathology. His unbiased and qualified opinion was almost unconnected with a crime of murder specific to any individual. The Coroner described his investigations of a deceased person as having an advanced stage of cerebral aneurysm. The individual, he stated, could have died at any moment because of a long established brain condition.

Hamus immediately turned with a questioning look at Madeleine. She shrugged her shoulders emphatically and shook her head in total denial. It was obvious that if her partner suffered from any such medical condition she was entirely unaware of it. There were looks of sheer astonishment on the faces of the deceased man’s friends and relatives present in the courtroom. They whispered to each other in disbelief.

Judge Kausmann questioned the Coroner if death of the alleged victim had occurred as a consequence of blows to the head by kicking or any such violent act. The Coroner was mystified. He, the Coroner, insisted that the victim may have been dead by an internal bursting of the affected sac before any alleged blows were administered. The indications of injury on the head of the deceased, stated the Coroner, may have been as a result of him falling heavily on the bitumen road. It was possible the deceased fell due to lack of muscular and motor control he said. Evidence of any other injury, he said, was not relevant or associated with any current act. They were very likely consequences of self inflicted harm brought about by chronic alcoholism. The liver, according to the Coroner, was in an advanced stage of decay as a result of alcohol misuse. It could have caused death!

Alva glanced quickly at Madeleine. The astounded young lady was holding her face in her hands, her eyes wide and disbelieving. Her partner was not an alcoholic! It was a stigma attached to him.

The Coroner’s expert and brief testimony was noted and he was excused by Judge Kausmann. As he left, the majority audience smiled generously at him and some whispered ‘good on ya!’ a local term of approval. No opposing or contrary medical findings were presented by an indifferent prosecution team. One of the prosecutors kept looking at his wrist watch as if in anticipation of a pre-planned social engagement and could not wait for the proceedings to be over.

The defence lawyers advanced excellent character references from school and sporting bodies on behalf of their clients. The barrister pleaded that unsubstantiated acts committed by the four men had been no more than high spirited youthful behaviour. No violent acts had been committed he said.

No malice or pre-meditated violence, stressed the defence barrister, was ever intended towards the unfortunate deceased person. His clients, he insisted, simply happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. His presentation was met with hushed approval by parents and supporters of the accused.

There was a prolonged break from proceedings during which Judge Klaus Kausmann left the courtroom. Acknowledgements, in whispered tones, were made amongst the predominant supporters of the four youths and they seemed complacent that proceedings had gone favourably.

Eventually silence was restored as the judge re-entered and prepared to deliver his opinion. Judge Klaus Kausmann was satisfied with the evidence before him. He barely wasted any time in delivering a verdict of death by pre-existing medical conditions and accidental causes.

But before he could continue any further or pronounce a much anticipated verdict a disturbance occurred. Outraged at the proceedings Hamus stood up and protested; Alva followed him. The prosecuting team had displayed no indication of having their testimony heard. They requested statements made at the police station by them should be read out in court. There were muted calls of shut up and sit down by the court audience. The two were ordered to remain seated by the infuriated judge who threatened to have them evicted from the courtroom if another similar incident occurred. Hamus and Alva were denied any access to the microphone by court personnel.

The security people stood near them as they reluctantly resumed their seats.

Judge Kausmann was not pleased by their behaviour. Order having been restored the judge delivered his findings. In the opinion of the court he declared, that with the evidence presented before him, he had no option but to declare the death of the Indigenous person as medically related and unfortunate. He praised the deceased man for his contributions to his own Indigenous community and to the community at large. The judge sympathised with friends and family of the deceased for their loss. He advised them to gather a common thread that linked them together as a people and to put a much regrettable loss in the past. There was an audible sigh from Madeleine. She was ignored.

Judge Klaus Kausmann cautioned the four youths and sentenced the driver to a mandatory service of community needs. An insignificant fine was levied against the four for not having informed the police or ambulance services of an injured man. Convictions were not recorded against their names.

Hamus hung his head low as Alva supported him by his arm. They had delayed their departure to serve justice. It had been a waste of time. Before the proceedings could be announced as closed Hamus stood up suddenly. The court personnel standing next to him were too surprised to restrain him.

Your honour, he said, in a determined manner. Beneath the concrete base of the swimming pool, at your property in North Shore Sydney, is evidence of a serious crime.

The judge looked up and there was an expression of sheer astonishment on his face. And the relevance this unsubstantiated and ridiculous information has to the present case? He demanded.

Hamus remained silent, merely staring defiantly at the judge. The security personnel tried to push him down to his seat but the judge ordered them to let Hamus remain on his feet. Judge Kausmann declared the proceedings closed and indicated for the courtroom to be emptied of people. Staff was to leave, as well. The unheard witnesses were ordered to stay. There were only three of them present in the courtroom. Alva was nervous but Hamus was unmoved by the authority of Klaus Kausmann.

This, cautioned Judge Kausmann, is still a courtroom room and this is my court. There was an undisguised threat in his voice. Anything you say here will be considered to be a legal matter. If it isn’t, I will ensure that it becomes one.

Hamus smiled boldly. I stand by my claim, he challenged the judge.

Asserting his posture the judge sat back in his chair and turned the microphone off. I would be very careful if I were you. Take care with what you say next, he warned.

There is nothing else to say, stated Hamus scornfully. Smiling affectionately at Alva he prepared to leave. Except, that I had heard of a kangaroo court before. I had never experienced one personally at any time. There was mockery in his voice. The judge regarded him with cold eyes.

You have been warned, said the judge. Take extreme care.

It is not illegal to express an opinion, is it? asked Hamus with utter contempt. Thank you nevertheless your honour, he sneered, for the privilege. He spoke derisively.

Alva stood up; he took her hand in his and prepared to walk away.

No, it is not illegal to express an opinion, said Judge Kausmann between gritted teeth. But contempt of court takes many forms, he admonished authoritatively. Stay exactly where you are, ordered the judge. He contemplated the defiant young man for some moments. What is it that you know?

Hamus sensed a disguised nervousness about the man as the judge fidgeted with some paper work. But Hamus was entirely aware of powers endowed on, entrusted to and invested in Klaus Kausmann. The judge could be a dangerous man.

Anything I say here will be considered a legal matter, he repeated the judge’s words sneeringly back at him. I am not a legal person your honour and I cannot verbalise without legal representation. Perhaps you could provide me with someone truly impartial. I haven’t seen impartiality in your courtroom thus far.

The judge stood up and deliberately strode to them, appearing to be threatening as he completed the few steps needed to approach. Sit down, he stated with a display of authority, looking down his nose at them. He dragged a chair for himself in the open space in front of the court bench.

No, thank you, said Hamus turning down the offer contemptuously. "I’d rather