The Mystic Journey

A strange experience happened when I was holidaying in London. The streets were bustling with the loud laughter of people, it was about 7.30 pm, the witching hour, they’d say! I had planned to go clubbing with Nilu and some of my friends from the city, leaving Rahul at home with a nanny. Plus a local friend Sita’s son Ayush, was also with him at home for company and they were busy playing with a room-sized remote-controlled electric train set. He hardly noticed me when I said bye to him, feeling guilty for leaving him at home.  I was wearing a black top, blue jeans and black boots, it was getting chilly and I truly enjoyed the weather. My friends took me to a club, and just as we alighted from the taxi, I told them that I had been at that same place before. They laughed and said that wasn’t possible at all, because the joint had opened just two months before. I was now convinced that it was my astral travelling that had brought me here. I told them so, and said, ’Let’s not ...

The experience I'm going to tell you about happened when I was at my weakest, after an accident, in bed, helpless and tied down with pipes and tubes and drips. I’m walking through a strange place in a war zone. It is genocide. But why are they trying to kill only the men? I stand and watch in horror as the men are shot and thrown into the river. Does that river look familiar? The sight is petrifying. I keep standing there, not moving an inch, my body completely numb. The soldiers keep watching me. They are amazed to see me just standing there, and not running.  Once the killing is done, they just walk away, and I see Nilu coming towards me. She holds my hand and guides me into a lane, saying she wants to show me something. I just follow her like a child. The lane has been decorated with lights, the most beautiful lights ever put up. It’s mesmerising, the beauty of it. They are of all colours, shapes and sizes. It looks like she has brought the stars down to Earth. I run a...

Here are a couple more of my dreams that became reality soon after:  Last night I dreamed that I had decorated my mandir, home-temple, with a lot of marigold garlands and white flowers. I had gone to the market and bought sugarcane, sugarcane juice, some green grass, and white flowers. I am inviting everyone, saying that we have a puja for Shivji Bhagwan at home. There is so much joy around, with the aromas of flowers and sweet incense. I am so happy because never before have I seen a Shivji Puja in my dreams. So when I woke up this morning, I called up my Panditji and asked him to do just such a puja on Mahashivratri Day, which was approaching. Pujas at home became a big part of my day-to-day life now. My mother-in-law was a firm believer in doing all kinds of Puja. My Mom too used to do a lot of pujas as did my grandma, but they did not really make it a rule that I should follow their rituals. But I wanted to please my in-laws and so I too got into the spirit of dev...

I have had a number of astral experiences involving my dear dog Dino. Many seemed to warn me of his illness to come. I learnt to take them seriously and take care of Dino's health, going for a health check-up to his vet, immediately...the one I'm going to tell you about now was particularly scary: My Dino is unwell. I see a lot of patches of green pus all over his body. There’s a particular powder that gives him relief. I look for it and remember that it is in the factory. So I tell Andy that I’m going to the factory.  I reach the factory and open the main gate. It's in the middle of the night, and stray dogs are howling. I’m not scared, but I feel some apprehension. I’m about to step in and suddenly I see that I am about to fall into a deep pit. I’ve stopped just in time. I go over to the other gate and enter. I see that there is black mud on one side of the compound, and some dirty water in-between. There are debris of some construction work on the other side....

Not all my astral experiences are strange or frightening. Some of them make me very, very happy. Like that time when I had this lovely dream. There’s this large, lovely garden with lots and lots of coloured flowers – pink, yellow, orange, and there were tall palm trees. There's a gentle breeze blowing , and birds are singing in the bushes.  And there’s this very cute-looking little girl about five or six years of age, wearing a pale pink dress and playing all by herself, just going round and round and round. She seems very content playing on her own, and there's a beatific  smile on her face. She looked like a sufi dancer, a whirling dervish, in touch with the divine. She goes to a large bunch of red flowers and stands there, caressing them. A couple of butterflies flit by, and she looks up and smiles at them.  I keep wondering who she is, and then suddenly it strikes me … this little girl is me! Gosh, what a wonderful sight, what a beautiful way to see my...

I do have a number of pleasant #astralexperiences, they are like something that had actually happened to me. So in time, these experiences merge into my overall memory or consciousness too, they become a part of who I am. Has anyone of you experienced this, even as dreams? Do share in the comments section below.  Let me relate one of these experiences on the #astralplane to you now: Andy has got this amazing new, red sports car. He drives up to me as I walk out on to the Marriott portico, and gallantly stops and picks me up. I’m thrilled, and we drive off in it. I roll down the window and put our my hand. The cool breeze is pleasant on my face, and my hair is flying in all directions. Then I slowly open out my arms, and feel myself flying. I want to keep flying all my life. This feeling is so beautiful that I don’t want it to go.  Every time Andy says let’s turn back and go home, I am like, ‘No please, just keep driving!’.  Finally he just turns back...

I see ghosts everywhere. I feel I connect with them so deeply that I become a ghost too. A ghost who can see all the spirits and ghosts.  I walk to the loo and see my mother. She reaches out and tries to touch me and I stand still. At first I am scared, but after a while I let her touch me. I have not felt her touch in thirty years, so it feels beautiful. She speaks and her voice is calm. I love her voice, I love the memory that her voice brings, it’s so serene. Let it ring dear, just let it ring, like Christmas carols, the sweet voice, the innocent voice of my mother ringing a bell in my ear, oh, how wonderful it is to hear the bells ring after thirty years, let it be, just let it stay so that I can sway to the music and become her child again. Then the bell ringing gets louder. Is someone at the door? Is Andy doing his ten-second pooja at the Mandir?  I can’t go now...