Magical Colours Of Love

In the beams of moonlight, I can see your outstretched arms

In the songs of birds, I can hear your whispers

In the drizzling rain, I can feel your tears of ecstasy

In the flowing breeze, I can perceive your sigh

In the clap of thunder, I can discern your footstep

In the flowing river, I can read your message of this ephemeral world

Every element of nature comes alive with your presence

Thank you Krishna for painting my heart with your magical colours of love.

A Stranger Came One Night

The small community of eight families lived on the fringes of the forest. Their makeshift huts enclosed a long courtyard where the women folk chatted, the children played and the men practiced their craft. They were a community of snake charmers. The men would catch snakes from the forest and travel to nearby villages and towns to show their act of controlling the dangerous creatures, along with some jugglery.

Their earnings were meagre, so to supplement their income, a few of them did another work on the sly, illegally. The snakes that had the most beautiful skins were transported to a nearby town, and sold to a trader who would smuggle the snake skins to faraway countries.

Winter had arrived and snow had started covering the ground around their hutments and the surrounding forest. The men were happy that they had a good catch to sell the trader before the grounds were frozen and they would be unable to hunt for the snakes for a few months. Their precious cargo, the last of this season, was kept in a large cane basket, ready to be transported the next day.

It was late evening, as they huddled together around the bonfire they saw him approaching. A tall man with unkempt hair, he looked like a tribal.

“Who are you, have you lost your way ?” asked Adhima, the eldest in the group.

The man only grunted in reply.

“Are you deaf or dumb, or you just don’t want to speak ?” queried Bhima, one of the younger snake catchers, clearly suspicious of the intruder.

As the man came closer to the fire, the gathered men were awestruck by his face. The unruly hair, the dusty clothes notwithstanding, none of them had ever seen such a striking face.

He didn’t speak a word, just stood quietly.

Adhima was now clearly quite fascinated by the good looking stranger. They made a place for him to sit near the fire, got him food and a warm blanket.

“You can rest here for the night. Tomorrow you can be on your way. There is a spare room where you can sleep. Come I’ll show you,” said Adhima, directing the tall stranger to the farthest hut.

As they entered the hut, Adhima showed the man the big basket that was kept in a corner, and warned, “Don’t you dare go near the basket or try opening it, there are dangerous snakes inside.”

The man just nodded, casually glancing towards the corner.

As Adhima walked towards his own hut, he wondered if the man would be able to sleep at all, knowing that a basket full of dangerous snakes shared his room.

It snowed heavily the whole night. In the morning, a sleeping Adhima was rudely shaken by his wife who was exclaiming loudly, ” Shiva … Shiva’s statue … outside.”

“What are you talking about woman ?” said an irritated Adhima, rushing towards the door.

What he saw, shocked him no less. It seemed overnight somebody had crafted a snow statue of Lord Shiva, complete with his long hair, the snakes around his neck.

The snake charmers and their families stared dumbfounded at the snow covered Shiva that had come up overnight in the courtyard. Then, one of the men exclaimed, “This is not Lord Shiva, he is the stranger who came last night … can’t you see ?”

Adhima rushed towards the farthest hut … it was empty and so was the basket.

“What did the foolish man do … did he free the snakes and went and sat in the middle of the courtyard, while the snakes crawled all over him ?” Adhima shouted, urging everyone to remove the snow that covered the man and the snakes.

They started poking the statue … but there was no man beneath it … just snow.

Adhima’s wife now started crying, bowing down before the snow idol, and said, “You foolish men, don’t you realise who was the stranger who came last night. Ask his forgiveness for killing innocent creatures so mercilessly for a few rupees. He has gone, taking his children with him and has left his snow replica to make you understand your mistake.”

The sun had come out … the men now gathered around the fast melting statue, with remorse and guilt in their hearts. All their life they had been worshippers of Lord Shiva, who was also called by another name, Pashupatinath – meaning the ‘Lord of all animals’. But they had never truly tried to understand what the name of their supreme deity truly meant.

Every living creature in the world, from a human being to a tiny mice, were his children. From the most loved and admired to the outcasts and rejected. Even that which was the most feared, disliked or reviled. He made no differentiation, no judgement, and embraced all.

He had come to rescue his own.

Light of Life

Deep down in the womb of the earth
They sparkle and gleam in splendid magical colours

Brought to the surface, mined, cut and sold
The pain they feel does not dim their radiance or spirit

They remain the much loved children of Mother Earth
Though they have been taken away from her arms

But her powerful aura continues to give them life
That heals and cleans your energy as they sparkle in magical light

So when you hold a crystal in your palm
Remember always, you are holding a piece of Mother Earth’s heart

After serving their purpose in your life when they break, take care to bury them deep
Back into their mother’s arms, where they can sleep in peace

Reiki to Mother Earth : The Magical Connect

One of the most beautiful aspects of Reiki is that a practitioner can direct this healing energy towards anything and anyone. And there is no one in this world who needs healing more than Mother Earth herself.

You might call her by any name, but nature which is a manifestation of the divine feminine, has consciousness. She has a soul, and you can connect with her spirit in unimaginable ways when you send her healing.

It is common for Reiki practitioners and energy healers to give healing to the earth. I have been also doing so, many times a week for the last several years, and there is one thing that I had understood quickly in the initial few months. What you give, she returns multiple times and more, in her magical ways.

It is often a deep emotional experience for me when I think of the pain she has gone through, and is suffering from, every moment. Mother Earth has no respite from her injuries and wounds, which just keep getting worse and larger. From the destruction of the Amazon rainforests to the Australian bush fires to our polluted rivers and seas … it is an endless list … then what difference will some minutes of healing make, I would often wonder.

Then one day she made me understand that just as each one of us is a soul born in a body, and the soul is always in perfect health no matter what the body is going through. Similarly, the spirit of Mother Earth is untouched by the tortures her physical form has to endure.

As one starts giving healing to Mother Earth, one starts forming a deep spiritual bond with her. You also start forming a greater bond with all her creations – animals and plants, rivers and mountains …. And truly start experiencing the oneness of all life.

Then, she starts sharing her secrets with you. And what she reveals and makes you understand goes beyond the realm of anything you might have seen or experienced, or ever imagined.

You had set out to heal her, and she makes your life magical. That is Mother Earth’s blessing and special gift for you.

She is the Great Mother of all – from a tiny seed to every plant, animal and human being, and loves everything and everyone equally. But shares her secrets, with only a few.

(The writer is a Reiki Master-Teacher, Akashic Records reader, Angel Intuitive, Oracle Card Reader, Spiritual Blogger and Storyteller. Email: sudiptadevc@gmail.com or thesoulenergy@gmail.com)

Light of the Brightest Moon

Most of his life Sugam has hid his face from people. He was 12 when a deadly disease left him with big pockmarks on his face, after which, he was afflicted with another skin ailment. He had to be forced to go to school where the other children would mercilessly make fun of him. The son of a poor Brahmin from a mofussil township in one of the backward regions in Bihar, Sugam ran away from home at the age of 16.

He joined a group of wandering minstrels who went from village to village singing spiritual songs, in praise of Lord Krishna. The boy had a beautiful voice that was much loved by the people, wherever he travelled, across the small villages and towns of Bengal and Bihar states. However, he would always hide his face with a cloth, till he managed to grow a full beard.

This was not the life he wanted – Sugam aspired to study more, become successful, earn well enough to take good care of his old parents, and get married. But he was confined to lead the life of an impoverished minstrel because he felt he had no place in the society. He blamed his pockmarked “ugly” face for everything, never understanding that the problem was rooted in his own mind.

The troupe would travel the whole day, and at night camp at one of the temple precincts where they would prepare food and rest for the night. At every temple, Sugam would have just one prayer for the deity. He always hoped that a miracle would happen someday. 

It was a very special night when the group of minstrels halted at the temple of Goddess Lakshmi on the fringes of a village. This was the night of the brightest moon in the sky in the whole year, celebrated as Guru Purnima in India – the full moon dedicated to the teacher who gives the light of true knowledge.

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Sitting in the courtyard of the temple, Sugam kept staring at the beautiful moon for a long time. He was feeling very restless and couldn’t sleep. He looked at the darkened temple, and something made him get up and step inside the sanctum sanctorum. He could not see the face of the goddess, so he lit a lamp.

“Thank you for bringing light,” he heard the voice, even before realising that there was someone else inside the temple. He looked around to see her stepping out from the shadows, and was startled to see the most beautiful face one could ever imagine.

Sugam started at her, almost transfixed, wondering who was this ethereal beauty in the dress of a village girl.

“Why should there be darkness inside when there is so much brightness of the beautiful, big moon lighting up the world outside,” said the young woman with a smile.

“What are you doing in this temple, so late at night ?” asked Sugam, unable to hide his curiosity.

“Why are you so surprised ? This is where I live,” she said. He understood she must be the daughter of the temple priest.

“And may I ask what are you doing in the temple at this hour ?” she queried.

“I came to pray,” he replied.

“Pray for what ? ” came the next question.

Sugam kept silent. How could he tell her what he always prayed for, so that he did not have to hide his face without being ridiculed or pitied.

I am still waiting for your answer,” she said, still persistent.

Her beautiful voice, her presence, the sacred atmosphere of the temple, did something to Sugam. He did not know why tears started flowing from eyes. It was as if the last 10 years of his life, which he had lived in shame, hit him like a single blow. Guilt, shame, loneliness, being unwanted, unloved, every negative feeling overpowered him in waves. He did not know what was happening to him, crying before an unknown person. That too a beautiful girl.

She watched him silently, and then spoke softly, “What is it that you seek ?”

“Beauty,” Sugam blurted out, before realising how foolish his answer might seem to the young woman.

She smiled and said, “So it shall be. From this day you will realise the true beauty of your heart.”

“I am not talking about my heart, but my face,” Sugam wanted to say, but by the time he spoke, he realised that she had stepped into one of the corners of the temple where a stream of moonlight now entered through a latticed window. And disappeared.

“Hello, where are you ?” he called out loudly, wondering if there was a gap in the wall through which she had left. She seemed to almost melt into the moonlight.

His voice woke up the other three minstrels, who rushed inside the temple, asking what had happened. He told them about the beautiful girl, but nobody had seen her leaving.

Sugam looked at the idol of Goddess Lakshmi, he had not prayed to her yet. The goddess of beauty, auspiciousness, wealth and prosperity, everything that he wanted in his life, but never had. As he looked at the goddess’s face, something stirred in his heart. Tears welled up in his eyes again, this time of gratitude.

Somehow he realised that everything that had so far happened in his life was because he could be here, this very night. The words of the young woman echoed in his mind, “True beauty of your heart.”

He understood that before he could ask, the goddess had accepted his prayer.

As he stepped outside, into the courtyard, which was now awash with the silvery light of the moon, an elated Sugam looked up at the sky. He did not know who the young woman was – the priest’s daughter, a divine angel, the play of moonlight, or the Goddess of beauty herself….

She came as his teacher, to make him understand a truth. She was his Guru on the auspicious night of the brightest moon, Guru Purnima. He knew she would meet him again, maybe in another form, a different way. Of that he was sure.

When Your Angels Cry

She ran along the beach
The little girl of six
How she loved the feel
Of her hair blowing in the wind

She thought she was alone
But she did not know
She was always watched by four
Her Guardian Angels who loved her the most

Through the mirror in the sky
Or etheric realm as you can call it
They are forever watching
Loving, guiding and protecting

Sometimes when a drop of rain
Falls on you from a cloudless sky
Know that it is their tear
Of love for you on that beautiful day

When your angels cry
During your toughest times
Understand that it is their prayer to God
To bless you with patience and not lose faith

Often it is tears of absolute ecstasy
When they feel delirious in God’s love
Then they do their aerial dance
And share with you their love and energy

Reiki : How Distant Healing Works

Energy is omnipresent. The Universe is energy, what we know as God is energy, and we ourselves are nothing but energy bodies. It might take us many lifetimes to evolve spiritually and live in the experience of it, however for every energy healer and Reiki practitioner, this truth forms the core of his / her belief and practice.

And for the nonbelievers, the simple explanation is that if the electro magnetic waves (radio waves, telephone and wireless, microwaves, X-Rays, etc) can transmit through space, then why can’t an energy (that heals) travel thousands of kilometres, sometimes across the world, to reach its destination. Just because you don’t see, does not mean it doesn’t exist. The human eye, after all, is extremely limited in its range and can see only 1% of the visible light spectrum.

For traditional Usui Reiki practitioners, anyone who had completed the Level II, can do Distant Reiki. One just needs the name and address, to direct Reiki’s sacred healing energy to the recipient.

The healing works at a subtle level. While often the effect can be felt within three consecutive Distant Reiki sessions, sometimes it is only after a few weeks of the sessions getting over that one gets a feedback from a satisfied client, a relative or a friend. It is important to know that Reiki is not a substitute for medicine, but is complementary, and helps in the healing process by making a person feel more positive mentally and relaxed.

I have been a Reiki practitioner for almost 15 years, and in all these years I have found Reiki to be extremely effective in healing trauma and other mental issues like depression and sleep disorders.

Every Reiki session is a sacred ritual. A client may be hundreds of kilometers away, but you are connected with him/her through the Universal Energy. Before starting the session, according to an individual’s belief one requests the Gods and Goddess, Jesus, Mother Mary, the Archangels, the guardian angels of both the practitioner and the client and other spiritual beings, to be present, and help in the healing process.

Most energy healers like me are often “shown” the etheric body of the client and are able to perceive the energy blocks in the body. Sometimes what one sees can be something unexpected. For instance, while giving Distant Reiki to a 23-year-old young man who was suffering from constant nightmares and consequently couldn’t sleep for days, I was “shown” that he was strapped like a mummy from head to toe with energy cords, tightly binding him. It took two consecutive days of Reiki with some Angel Therapy, and his nightmares just vanished, helping him to get sound sleep.

From sending Reiki to situations like a natural calamity in some corner of the world, to sending healing for peace in a strife-ridden region, there is no limit to Distant Reiki.

One important aspect that I keep reminding myself is that a Reiki practitioner is just a tool, a medium for the sacred energy to transmit to the recipient. It is therefore important to not take pride in the doership – for it is only God who heals, in His own time, and His way.

(Sudipta Dev Chakraborti is a Mumbai, India based writer, Reiki Master Teacher, Akashic Records Reader. Contact: thesoulenergy@gmail.com)

A Glimpse of Divine Beauty

You came in the vision of my inner eye
So suddenly and unexpectedly
In a flash of a moment
You were there and then gone

And in that moment
I saw and experienced your true form
Your astounding beauty
Left me stunned

I felt I couldn’t breathe
Tears filled my eyes and wouldn’t stop flowing
Because in those few seconds
I experienced what true beauty really is

My heart was overwhelmed
With what I have never felt before
The essence of my own divine beauty
The exquisite bliss which words cannot express

Your dark indigo blue form filled my whole universe
With streaks of gold accentuating the vision
Dear Mother, Goddess Kali, the world fears your ferocious form
Thank you for blessing me with the vision and experience of what you truly are

The Invisible Protectors

Ramnagar was once one of the most prosperous villages in Central India, bordering Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh states. It falls in an area near the Chambal ravines, a region which almost 50 years ago was the dominion of the dreaded dacoit gangs. For decades these outlaws evaded the police, fearlessly invading villages, looting and killing the select targets. Often kidnapping women and children, for ransom or worse.

The social change brought over the decades has altered the scenario, but as any old timer will tell you, Ramnagar village was a soft target of these bandits in the 1960s and 70s, primarily because of its prosperity. The village, named after Lord Rama (Ram-nagar meaning city of Rama), has an ancient temple, which according to local lores, has been a witness to many miraculous happenings. Presently, the custodian of all these tales is the septuagenarian Radhabai, and if you speak to her, one of the first stories she would recount is her own experience.

Belonging to a rich landowning family, Radhabai was a young girl of 17 when the incident happened. The girls in her village were mostly married off young, for fear of abduction by the dacoits. Some were even sent off to live with their relatives in cities or distant villages. For many years Radhabai was sent by her parents to live with her maternal uncle in Bhopal city.

That year, during the summer vacations, before starting college, she was visiting her family at her ancestral home in Ramnagar. After many years Radhabai was attending the evening aarti at the temple. She had tears in eyes during the ritual, as she spoke to Lord Rama in her heart, asking him why he could not ensure her protection. She had to forcibly stay away from her parents and three younger brothers. “I always thought that you come forward to protect the vulnerable. A bunch of dacoits cannot certainly be stronger than a God. Then why can’t you take care of me. It seems my faith in you is stronger than your love for me,” she complained.

Later, as she stepped out of the temple and started walking home, she heard some noises in the distant. Darkness had already set in and she quickly started walking through the grove near the temple, taking the shortcut to the village.

Suddenly, she heard screams, it was coming from the direction of the temple. She stood stunned on the narrow pathway that ran through the grove.

Before Radhabai realised what was happening, she heard the loud sound of hooves, and then she saw two dark forms on horses, thundering down the path. Terrified at the sight of the dacoits, she felt immobilised, and kept muttering, “Rama, Rama, Rama, ….”

The dacoits had almost reached her, when suddenly they stopped. Then they quickly turned around and fled.

She looked around, but saw no one, just the dark trees and a narrow path. She could also see the towering spire of the temple at a distant. What was it that had so terrified the two men and had made them flee in fear ?

Radhabai says that even today, more than half a century after the incident, she still cannot forget the look of absolute terror on their faces.

For many months after the incident, the gang of dacoits kept away from the village. Meanwhile, the new police chief in the area was able to nab a few of them. There were others who laid down their arms, and surrendered.

Two among them had a very strange story to tell their interrogators. They recounted that a few months ago when they had entered Ramnagar, they saw a beautiful young girl in the grove near the temple. And with her, they saw an army of very tall warriors, carrying bows and arrows. Among them was a tall, unusually blue coloured man, standing right beside her. The dacoits confessed that they would have abducted her, had it not been for the large number of armed warriors, protecting her from all sides.

Both the men were sure that the grove was haunted so they warned the others in their gang and they did not venture near Ramnagar for a few months.

The police chief dismissed their account, thinking that they were high on hemp to have visualised all this. However, when the story reached the village, everyone was elated. They believed that Lord Rama’s army had protected Radhabai.

In the last five decades Ramnagar has grown into a little town, but Radhabai remains its most famous resident. Till this day, she would recount her experience again and again to anyone who would listen. Not to boast or to feel important, but to increase their faith. “If you truly believe, divine protection is never too far away,” she always says, concluding her little tale.

Life Changing Reiki

I discovered Reiki about 15 years ago, when I was at one of the lowest points in my life. I had just about recovered from a surgery when I fell and chipped my shoulder blade, and a couple of months later met with a minor accident, which left me with severe pain in my right knee. Physically I felt battered because of the nagging aches and pains, and mentally was distressed, finding it difficult to cope with the challenges. And this is when Reiki entered my life and turned it around, completely.

I chanced upon an advertisement in a local newspaper supplement about a Reiki class. I was kind of clutching at straws at that time and despite not knowing much about what it entailed, went and attended the Reiki Level I class. It was as if by miracle my knee pain disappeared within a week and my shoulder pain reduced.

Over the years, Reiki has not just helped me deal with physical problems, but has also been a tremendous force in my spiritual growth. I was blessed to have found two wonderful and selfless teachers in this journey.

I consider myself extremely fortunate that this sacred energy instilled in me the yearning to embrace it closer. It is believed that among the 100,000 people who learn Reiki Level I, about 10,000 make it a part of their everyday lives and learn Reiki Level II, and among those just about 1000 graduate as Master Healers, and later only a small number of 100 Reiki practitioners become Master Teachers.

This takes many years of constant practice, dedication, belief in the power of Reiki, and being witness to tangible results.

Everything in the seen and unseen universe is energy. It is not just our old scriptures that expound this truth, but even modern day science. My personal experience of being a Reiki practitioner and seeing its transformative energy work wonders with people – from physical to mental healing, has only reaffirmed my belief in Reiki in the last one and a half decades.

Yes, healing does happen, always. But we cannot enforce the outcome. Reiki is a supremely intelligent energy, which heals what is needed to be healed – in human beings, animals, and of course Mother Nature.

(Sudipta Dev Chakraborti is a Mumbai, India based writer, Reiki Master Teacher, Akashic Records Reader. Contact: thesoulenergy@gmail.com)