My sister’s presence

My younger sister’s untimely demise was a shock. I used to think that after her retirement we would have a lot of time together. We were talking to each other every day on phone before she was admitted in the hospital. The last words that I spoke to her before she passed away were ‘I love you.’ Those words spontaneously came to me. Even though we loved each other very much, I had never before uttered those words to her.

Even after she had left her body, I could feel her presence very strongly. Whenever I used to step out of the house, suddenly butterflies would appear in front of me. I knew it was an indication of her presence. Once I was out of station to conduct a course. I was in the reception area of a hotel. Since it was air conditioned, it was a closed space. There were some potted plants nearby. We were asked to wait for some time and as I was sitting down, a butterfly suddenly flew near me.

Another day while I was working on a patient in the dental chair, a butterfly flew from behind the dental chair and crossed me. My assistant and I were totally surprised since it was not easy for a butterfly to have come inside the clinic.

Once when I stepped out of my house to get flowers for puja, butterflies were leading me on. This has been happening for a long time since and I just thought in my mind,’ I know this tells me of your presence, but please give me concrete evidence.’

I went inside the house collecting the flowers, and found that the computer was on and my husband was not working on it. I thought I would just check my mail and when I clicked, the name that popped up in front of me was that of my sister. Of course it was a mail from some body else with the same name. It was an odd mail that some times comes to an account and it was only on that day I got a mail from some one with the same name, not before, not after. I exclaimed aloud, ‘Thank you. I got the tangible proof.’

The girl who was not there

My friend invited me to attend a puja in her house. She gave me a room with a balcony to stay. After having a bath, I was sitting in the room when behind me, I felt the presence of a girl who was not in the room. She was about 12 years, wearing a long skirt and blouse, with an innocent face. She moved around behind me, between the table and chair that were in the room. I knew that my friend didn’t have a daughter that age. I just ignored it and started getting ready for the puja.

Again I felt the same presence and I was just thinking about it when my soul sister, who was also with me for the puja, came inside the room. She had a strange expression on her face and told me, ‘I was sitting on the swing in the balcony when a girl moved around me.’

‘Yeah’, I directed a quizzical look at her when she completed the sentence, ‘But the girl was not there.’ Now, that was interesting and I asked her for a description of the girl. She had seen exactly the same girl that I saw.

The room didn’t give a feeling that the girl had lived there. I was closely scrutinizing the room when I saw that the ornate chair was not going with the décor of the room. When my friend came to the room, I asked her from where she got the chair and she replied that it was an antique chair that she liked so much and purchased. I explained her that she had brought something more than that chair and told her some method to send the girl’s soul to the light.

The soul’s confusion

When my mother died in 2008, I couldn’t reach home before the cremation because of the distance. As is the custom, an oil lamp used to be lit in the morning and at dusk. The day I reached, the flame was wavering too much and great care had to be taken to see that it was not put off. The reasons were thought to be the running fan, open window and door.

I got the feeling that my mother’s soul was wandering here and there. It seemed there was some confusion. 

At the time of death, she was in the house of my younger brother. Her own house was in the adjacent compound. Five minutes walking distance away was another brother’s house. She used to be too much attached to this brother. Her soul was going around between the three houses.

As I was thinking about this, I got the message how to do the remedy. Next day early morning I got up and did as I was instructed. In the evening when the lamp was lit, it had a steady flame and it remained so for the remaining days. All other conditions were same, the fan was running, the window and door were open. I could sense the calmness pervading in the house.

Messages from Yonder

When the messages I got used to materialize, I considered them just coincidences. And I thought it happens with every body. As I grew older, I realized it was a gift from God. These messages helped me in making many crucial decisions in my life.

When I was passing through a crisis in my life, I searched all around for guidance. To a letter pleading for help that I sent to a religious guru, he wrote back, ‘This is your personal problem and you have to deal with it.’ I was crestfallen! This brought the stark realization that we are all really alone and have to find ways to deal with problems in life.

Then Reiki came my way and I took a 180 degree turn in my approach to life. I could bring back the sanity into my life, but then I took a resolution. Since I didn’t get help when I really needed, I determined to help anyone who approached me. Thus started my life as a spiritual healer more than a decade ago.

As I started helping others to heal, the significance of all that I had to go through in life was revealed to me. When I see some body going through the problems that I had to face, I know deep inside me that they can definitely come out of it, since I had done it already. So when I talk to them, there is conviction in my voice, which is contagious and kick starts the healing process in the person.

Once I was treating a patient in my dental clinic, I got the message that his father was having problem with his knees. I was in a dilemma whether to tell this to my patient or not. My husband encouraged me saying that he was a friend and it was ok to tell. So I conveyed him the message. Next day he came with his father to my home. He said he was indeed having trouble with his knee and wanted to know whether I could help to relieve it.

Power of intuition

God endowed me with intuitive powers right from the beginning of this life. I could look at a person and get a lot of information. My friends, who are completely logic, would ask me, ‘What makes you say so?’ I never could give the reasoning. Intuitions have no logic; they are just messages being dropped into one’s subconscious mind. They just blink and if one doesn’t catch at the time, it is gone.

It is impossible to make a logical person believe in the power or existence of intuitions. Because they have not experienced it. I learned the hard way that it is a waste of time to try to make them understand. After becoming a Reiki channel, all the blessings I had, increased in intensity.

As one traverses the path of spirituality, he/she will be blessed with many siddhis. There was a time when I could know the actual intentions of people during conversations. When some one is doing sweet talking and you are aware of his intention to harm you, it is very difficult to behave normally. Since I was aware that clinging on to any siddhi would be a hindrance to one’s path, I could go beyond that stage.

Once we were staying with a babaji and during meditation, I saw his guru’s feet clearly and got a message from him for the babaji. On another occasion, I was trying to locate the guru in the place where I was staying. He gave me the message, ‘I am not here now. Go to the place, the name of which contains the letters M, L & T, where I have spent many years.’ In the morning when I asked babaji whether the guru had spent many years in such a place, he told me the name of the place that contained all three letters and told that guruji spent about 15 years meditating there. He took us to the place and what vibration was prevailing in that small Devi temple where the guru used to meditate!

Anything that one gets through the divine blessing is to help others and should not be used entirely for the worldly or materialistic upliftment of the self and relatives. This is a point that many don’t understand. When they approach some body for help and see that the person himself is having some problem, they think, ‘He can’t solve his own problem, how is he going to help us?’ Well, the loss is theirs.

Taking responsibility

Taking responsibility is like swallowing a bitter pill for many. Every body likes to enjoy power, but conveniently forget that any type of power is always associated with responsibility. Take any number of examples. If you want to enjoy good health and a great body, you have to sweat it out by yoga or exercises and control the food intake. When you want to enjoy a great relationship; it is a deep commitment for all the years you want to keep it that way.

Whenever my kids were reluctant to get up from the bed in the mornings, I would tell them, ‘You have to get up now, because you are supposed to. If the Sun feels reluctant and doesn’t rise on time, or the heart wants to take rest and doesn’t beat for some time, what will happen?’

When you plan to have a garden , it is your basic responsibility to see that they thrive in a healthy environment. You can’t blame the gardener, it is your garden, right?

I have always felt an immense connection with everything around me. If there are four pans in the kitchen and I use only one for a long time, I could immediately sense the other three feeling sad. They are not being used and are gathering dust. I will get the same feeling as if I had not taken bath for a few days. Because of this I use every thing that is present in my house, on rotation. Initially I thought that there is something wrong with me to think like that. It was only years later, as I got deep into spirituality that I learnt everything in the Universe is basically vibration and it is very much possible to feel the vibrations of any animate or inanimate object by a sensitive individual.

I am thankful to God that he has given me the capacity to take up responsibilities and to see things to completion.

Reverence for food

Even from the childhood I had great reverence for food. I could never stand wastage of food. When I was about 15 years of age, I decided that the quantity of cooked rice I needed to eat at a time was only three heaped tablespoons. Rice was the staple food in Kerala and we ate rice for lunch and dinner. Usually there will be a heap of rice on the plate, with vegetables. I started having less rice and more vegetables. I could feel my body demanding that.

My mother was very upset in the beginning. She thought I will not get enough energy to do my studies and other works. But soon she understood there was no need to worry. I was fortunate that my parents, though they used to express their opinions, never forced them on me.

I believe that the earth provides food for every living being and it is our obligation to consume only what is needed for sustenance. Daily I cook the correct quantity that is required for the family so that there is no wastage or over eating. My mother in law and some relatives were horrified at this concept. She thought I was starving her son.

Cooking food is a sadhana for me. What we eat influence the thoughts we have. Since I wanted my children to have sattvic thoughts, I made it a point to do all the cooking myself at home. As I eat each morsel, I thank God for providing me the delicious food, and intend that a part of it goes to a person who couldn’t get a meal on the day.

I came to know that this intent really works when my mother was bedridden in my native place. She could not eat food and she was having one glass of coconut water a day for about two and a half months. Each and every meal I was having during that period, I intended that a part of it goes to my mother. My aunt who was with her later exclaimed to me that she never showed any signs of tiredness or lack of energy in spite of not eating anything. She was so astonished to hear my concept.

Whatever happens is for good -2

The second story was about a king and his minister. Whatever incidences happened in the kingdom, the minister's response used to be 'It's all for good.' One day while hunting in the forest, the king lost a part of his finger in an accident. The minister who was with him, remarked 'It's all for good.' The king lost his temper and pushed him into a well.

The minister fell down into soft mud; there was hardly any water in the well. The hunting party lost their way and got stranded in the forest at night. They assembled under a tree to spend the night. Late into the night, a group that was in search of a human to sacrifice came upon them. They thought it would be a nice idea to sacrifice the king since his face was so graceful.

They dragged the king and took to the place of sacrifice. While he was given the sacrificial bath, they noticed his missing finger part. As it was not considered good sign, they left the king. Later in the morning search party from the kingdom located the king and while they were going back, he ordered to get the minister out of the well.

When the king narrated the story, the minister told that he escaped being sacrificed since he was inside the well. So whatever had happened were ultimately for their own good.

Over the years I have seen that many incidences that look too uncomfortable and painful are always there to serve some purpose, which is for our ultimate good. Many times we want to avoid things, or want things to happen fast, but the associated inner turmoil is not worth going through. It is best to live one day at a time. Think what best can be done this particular day and do it with full dedication, and go to sleep with full satisfaction. That is all there is to this mortal life. For the immortal self, well, that is another aspect. We will consider it at a later date.

Whatever happens is for good

As a child I was a total introvert. Though a brilliant student, I could never muster courage in the classroom to answer any questions directed to every body. Of course if I was specifically being asked, I could always answer them.

Books used to be my constant companions. Love for the books was instilled into me in the very early years by my mother. She used to explain the cartoons in the magazines and sometimes she would be busy. This urged me to learn reading and the hunger for new books was totally satisfied by my father. Voracious reading gave me so many deep insights into life and some stories gave firm foundations of faith.

One of them was the strong belief that whatever happens in life, it is always for the good. This was told in a simple story. There was an old man in a village, into whose compound a stately horse wandered one day. The villagers came to see the horse and remarked that he was so lucky to get a horse like that. The man replied, ‘Whatever happens is for good.’

It so happened that the man’s son who was riding the horse fell down and broke his leg. The villagers came to sympathize with him and to their surprise, the man replied, ‘Whatever happens is for good.’ The youth’s leg had to be plastered and he was advised bed rest.

After a few days war broke out and the King ordered all youths of the country to join the army. Naturally the old man’s son was spared since his leg was in the cast. Again the villagers told him he was lucky, to which his reply was ‘Whatever happens is for good.’

This had a deep impact on me during my childhood. I began to develop faith in that statement. Another story at a later date sealed this faith in me completely.

Earlier signs of a child that was different

My brother was born when I was two years old. According to my mother, I never troubled her much as a child. I used to make bed for my infant brother. When he started walking, I would hold his hand and roam around. At that stage itself I started taking responsibility and would complete tasks to perfection.

My mother was a school teacher and when she left for the school in the morning, she used to give me home work. I had to write the Malayalam alphabets to whatever number of times she specified, on the floor with the chalk that was provided. Some times when I was doing this home work, my masi and family would come to visit us. I would just continue with my work till I finished, before talking to them. This was appreciated in the family circle as a sign of dedication. But in retrospect I realize that I was happy to be alone and I was a total introvert.

When I was about five years old, my brother and I got dysentery. With treatment we got better and during the recovery phase while leaving for school my mom told me that in one or two days we can have normal food. The smell of sambar that she had prepared for the lunch was spread in the house. When she went to school, I entered the kitchen and had a good helping of sambar. The taste of that potato piece is still alive in my memory. I had the firm faith that I was going to be alright. I fed some of it to my kid brother too.

Just as I had the inner feeling, I was alright and recovered fully. But my brother’s condition worsened and naturally I was blamed. As far as I can remember, that was the earliest message that I got from the heavens, ‘Go ahead and have it, nothing is going to happen.’ It also gave me the lesson that I should not be confident about the outcome in others.

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29 Aug 2015- Today I came across this study that sambar can prevent colon cancer..wow!