Once upon a time my father tried Self Hypnotism on me. I
feel that is one type of meditation under one Guru’s eye and voice. However,
that was a nice experience for me. I have experienced so many wonderful
journeys that period of time. You can tell that as dream or something. But in
my memory those are really a wonderful journey.
Yesterday I went Puri with my mother. We reached home at
midnight and after having some delightful talk with my parents and had Avada
(Mahaprasada of Puri) we slept because of heat and tiredness as this is a day
in summer.
In morning somewhere I dreamed one of dream of self
hypnotism from my previous journey, but little different. In previous dream I
went to some bright place that may be present or not with milky white clouds
and I was walking on that cloud searching for a friend or a best friend. While
searching I saw a palace made of same
milky white stone from where a lot of people came who were glowing with same
brightness. I was able to tell them as people because of the shape though I
can’t see their face or recognize them. But I knew they are my family members
or good people. One of them came to me and took my hand. He made a gesture
which told to me to go with him some nice place where he (in my dream) wants to
take me and show something. The time I reached near a door, my father called me
back as per process that after some time of hypnotism will take effect they
need to call back the person. That time I was unwilling to come back. I wanted
to go through that door as well wanted to spend some time with that certain
person. I was sad that I had so less time there, but my parents were worried
and later they told I was gone for long time. In this journey one’s soul used
go for a journey as per comment according to my father. As he didn’t want to
lose my soul in the process they called me back to reality.
I don’t know how today in my sleep I started the same
journey from the place I left that day years ago. I was again with the same
person, but he was full of question this time. When last time he didn’t talk
anything accepts a gesture to follow him!! He was asking me how the journey to
Puri was. I replied it is wonderful. I was really happy being there and went to
Puri after a long time.
He asked me who you
will watch when you remember your God.
I told “Radha Krishna”.
“Which temple you want to go again and again?” he asked me.
I thought of so many place, but I always longs to go to
“Puri” I replied.
He smiled. Then he talked, “last time what I wanted to show you
that you will see this time.”
“Really!!!” I was surprised and happy too for some reason.
Then he told “whatever that is, I want you to understand
that you have done so well!” and he smiled again nodding.
I was thinking what have I done? Anything wrong? If yes,
what? And anything right, what was that?
Then we reached to that door in my previous dream and this
time it was open. He told me to go ahead and look inside. I did the same. Then
saw there are so many Pots with so many shapes and sizes. Some big, you can
tell some of them are bigger or huge pots are made up of Mud and others are a
lot smaller than that those mud pots, but of different sizes and made up of
some shinning metal may be gold or silver. Some were looks like made up of
shinning glasses or are those of diamond! I was scared to look at Mud pots, thought
those are filled with something black or dark brown things and was happy to
look at the metal things. At first I thought maybe I am attracted to those because
of shinning metals as I like things those glitters.
Wondering all these and eyes full of question I looked at that
certain person who was standing beside me smiling and with great silence. He saw questions in my eyes. Before I ask
them he gave me the answer.
“Those mud pots are the sorrows or bad times in your life
which you felt sometime in your life”.
I was wondering so
much I have gone through really! Hmm.....
Before I started wondering about the other pots, he started
again “those pots are your happy times. I was wondering how you understood the
concept that very less people in this world can understand!”
I was standing watching the place and thinking what was
that.
He continued, “Those pots of happiness are collected by you,
do you remember?”
“Really!” I was surprised. “Though I remember I wanted to
live all small happy moments trying to remember at the time of worse situations,
which helped me to come out without much scratch.”
“Yes”, those are the happy moments that you stored in your
heart. Can you look into those empty spaces?” he asked.
I just nodded dazzled by the shinny pots and his talks.
Then he told again “May be some more of those Mud pots will
come to those places as bad times are unavoidable in life, but I am hoping you
will collect some more gold or diamond pots of happy moments either big or
small without caring of size and fill this room with those, so that Mud pots
will bury in between them”. And he looked at me with full of hope and
encouraged smile.
With that smile in my mind I woke up with full of Wonders
and ear ringing with his voice, because of morning sounds coming from Kitchen
as my mother started cooking.
His hopeful eyes which I thought I saw in that moment are
still floating in front my eyes and hoping I will do the same what he expected
from me!
