Again I called out, "Hey Kamalakanta, are you listening?" No response. I shoved him. With just a little shove Kamalakanta's body fell over. Then had he gone unconscious? Whatever little I could think of to test this I did. No ... his body had no signs of life. He was ice-cold from head to foot. Kamalakanta was no longer in this world. The one whose home was on the path had gone elsewhere on the path that is this universe. He had gone, moved on. Perhaps the man of this world had left the path altogether, going towards some unknown, unrecognized home.
Here I present to the reader accounts of a number of real experiences. For the convenience of those interested in psychology, I have not added an imaginary tinge to the events, and for their convenience I have provided a little introduction prior to every story.
I have of course changed the names of the characters, and to avoid being morbid have also left a few things out. Here I have not personally attempted to give analyses of the stories, for readers might not have liked it had I done so. However, afterwards the desire to do so remained. In the future I may do this. One thing I would like to mention is that this "I" is not the "I" of all the stories.
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