It happened yet again!!!

So it happened to me yet again

I am a great believer in subconscious and the realm beyond the given. I have experienced and felt things which cannot be explained scientifically but people who have gone through the same will identify with my post immediately

Here is a snapshot of another reeling experience (with no explanation)

PREMISE-
In my quest to know what happens beyond body (I was drawn to it when I lost my cousin with whom I had shared my food, clothes, days, dreams, anger, fights etc..) I have had experiences which cannot be explained (at least I am not capable of it since I am not very well-read)

It all began when I would see her things lying around me – her denim, her lipsticks, her tops …. My young mind was extremely confused …..did’nt we learn early on in life that all these things are tangible and meaningless …that what was true was the “soul” – “US”. How come I was not able to feel her soul …. Did’nt we talk on phone exactly 10 days prior to the incident? I mean, I could talk to her even now ..so what if the body was not there – the soul was! And lot of movies showed we could talk to them right??! How come her denim is a reality (I could see it on chair in-front of me ) and not her presence (I wanted to touch her , talk to her)

Anyways, with my impressionable mind which was thoroughly confused about everything in life, I started looking for answers – what happens when we quit our body? What?

Then things started happening - it might have been because I opened my eyes to them – probably they were scattered all around me and yet I was not able to see them! Books and people who were on the same quest path started happening to me, one after the other – conversations with god, messages from masters, life beyond death, etc.

Once I was sitting in my YWCA room and there was a Linda Goodman book lying around. I like sun signs but I was never into star-signs, since the book was lying unattended for quite a few days I decided to leaf through it casually ..and voila!!! It was a book not on sun-signs ..but lot of other topics along with some sections on body and soul (what happens to soul post departing!)

Another room-mate of mine had borrowed a book from her cousin. It was lying unattended in her cupboard. Since I was more of an introvert I had loads of time to paint, sketch, read etc. so I asked her if I could scan through it – she was more than glad to give it to me…...the book was named messages from masters …and guess what…it was full of real life incidents of past-life !! I was mesmerised by this thing of attracting books which contained answers to my quest- if I did not have money to buy them they would walk and come to me through different sources.

I read Bhagwat Gita, I read Bible when I was in school and I had this earnest desire to read Quran. I have a strong belief that I was a muslim in one of my lifetimes. I was born with an incessant desire to follow purdah but with teenage gone the thought and idea has been pushed behind. Anyways, I also harbour this thirst to know the psyche of any belief system (to know that they talk of the same thing in different tones)

Here is what happened –

I was standing on the bus stop yesterday to pick up my little one after my office hours and rush home (I am into a part-time job now)

I have a few metal furnitures and I need to repaint them very urgently. They are black and are old and I want a fresh color coat on them.

I approached this hardware shop right across the road (to kill time till my baby’s bus arrived, the heavy laptop on my shoulder hurts bad) and started talking to this Bhaiya (we address shop owners and all as “brothers”) and told him how I wanted to re-paint these furnitures with nice happy fresh shades available etc.. the discussion continued and I wanted to know how much it will cost (had to be within my budget!). After the discussion was over and I was about to leave he stopped me and said “ I want to gift you something”. My first thought was “damned!! I should not have smiled and talked, now he is trying to flirt with me” , needless to say the first emotion I felt was of utter disgust and anger. I controlled myself and told him in a cool manner “I have’nt yet said yes to the assignment, I might not get the things re-painted through you if the money is too much, then why do you want to gift me anything”?. He smiled and said “does not matter”. Then he leaned down and got out a small book. He said “I want you to have this as a gift”. I looked at it …………and hold you breath………………..it was a pocket sized QURAN!!!!!! I was speechless…I just mumbled thanks and smiled and came back with the book …………..

Now, I have no explanation for why a QURAN would come to me through a hardware shop wala bhaiya I have never seen earlier…. NOTHING…..nothing here makes sense except the fact that I needed a copy of QURAN and it walked to me ….in my hands..on the road…through a hardware shop wala bhaiya i had never seen or met before ……………