Spiritual Experiences of
We are all Divine; equal
Life is fragile; shorter than we expect. Each one of us comes to earth with a mission. Many of us do not know consciously precisely what that mission is. But the Infinite Order, the Higher Power, God, keeps everything flowing just the way it should be. Everything is already perfect, amazingly beautiful, if only we could see it, appreciate it. Your mission may be different from mine, but we are all equal. We assume different roles of teacher, student, mother, father, friend, foe, but we are essentially all the same. Each is as valuable as the other. A carpenter is skilled at his trade, a teacher at hers; one is not greater than the other. We are all made of the Supreme star dust.
Continue to radiate your light
I have had some extraordinary spiritual experiences. I hope that by sharing them you will be inspired to continue to shine your light in your area. We are all special, divine. No one is better than the other. We are equal. I hope you will enjoy my humble offering. I am not very good at remembering dates so I will not be surprised if my dates are not perfect. The experiences recounted are true.
1990 - "Shaktipat," Opening of the Third Eye
1990, I had a transforming spiritual experience when my "third eye" was
opened through "shaktipat" or transference of energy from another
person with the same ability. This gave me many extraordinary
capabilities, some of which I can transfer to other persons by "shaktipat,"
through sight only. In essence, light pours out of my third eye,
visibly, and gives me detailed knowledge and perception of the person,
object and surroundings I am in. This may include seeing the previous
incarnations that I shared with the person at whom I am looking. This is
a shared experience with no words necessary. In perfect stillness and
palpable silence, the parties looking at me can see the lives we lived
together, and I can see the same.
Since that initial experience in 1990, I feel myself to be somewhat of a conduit to divine light. The golden light comes out of my forehead and transforms the surroundings. I am able to see the most refined values of objects and people around me, right down to their light value. The world becomes exquisitely beautiful, celestial. It is as if all the jewels of the world were nothing by comparison. And as my perception goes to the celestial level of life, I enjoy the most fulfilling and incredible silence, stillness, that permeates everything. My enlivening this silence and light from within myself has a noticeable effect on the environment.
What Maharishi said
shared my experience with my spiritual Master, Maharishi, in 1991, and
he told me to "use it to bless the world." For me, "en-light-enment" is
the experience of a world where everything and everyone is made of light
and knowledge flows intuitively on all subjects, past and present,
visible through the opened "third eye."
In 1991, I had a miraculous visit of St Therese of Lisieux (the Little Flower) while on a private retreat at Mt St Benedict in St Augustine, Trinidad. This was followed by an apparition of the Blessed Virgin Mary at Beauraing, Belgium, in 1992, in the company of others. And in 2008, there was another heavenly visitation by St Therese that was experienced not only by me, my husband Farrokh and daughter Anahita, but also by the guests at my birthday celebration. You can read detailed accounts of these events below
1991 St Therese's First Visit,
Mount St Benedict, St Augustine, Trinidad
Scent of the roses
"I will let fall from Heaven...a shower of roses"
Painting of St Therese
Meeting the Head of the Carmelite nuns
Returning to devotion to Mother Mary
Apparition of the Blessed Virgin Mary
Shortly after starting my prayers, I looked up and
became aware of a celestial sight - the whole
area surrounding the statue and the courtyard was filled with glorious
white light, blazing and hardly able to be seen without making the eyes
tear. And the statue of Mother Mary opened Her loving arms and closed them, opened and
closed them, over and over, as if beckoning me to Her. I saw Her beautiful robes moving with the
cold wind and noticed the pedestal on which She stood. I observed that the
flowers at the Blessed Mother's feet were untouched and not moving.
I saw a beautiful light come from Mother
as She continued to open wide her arms and close them gently, time and
Four of us saw Her
We four had beheld Mother Mary in the form in which she had
appeared to young children at that very spot in Beauraing between 1932 and 1933.
The lone gentleman in the pew was oblivious to anything happening. I
felt that the silent wish of my heart, to behold Mother Mary in Her divine form
with my own eyes was fulfilled.
Continuing devotion and blessing
Date celebrating the Feast Day of
Our Lady of Beauraing of personal significance
of Blood from Statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Trinidad
A heavenly visit from St Therese of the Little Flower on my 50th birthday, June 21, 2008
As I prepared to celebrate my 50th birthday on June 21, 2008, I thought it would be good to have a few lady friends over for an evening where we would exchange stories that had touched us and read poetry or play music that we enjoyed. I didn't want a lavish party, but I wanted to mark the occasion meaningfully. I felt I had been blessed already in so many ways. I wanted nothing more than a small warm gathering and lots of roses. My Mom sent me a rose dipped in gold with a beautiful card. I enjoyed receiving this. My husband gave me two dozen red roses which filled two vases and fulfilled my desire for roses only on this occasion.
I invited about 10 ladies and these are the
guests who ended up celebrating the evening with me - Regina P. and her husband Frank (Frank
stayed to keep my husband company while we ladies "partied"); Denise Mc D.;
Jane K.; Nado; Inessa S.; Annette M.; Judge M's wife, Taunya M.; and our friend Vince H., who dropped in to return some keys
just when our party started. I invited him to stay. My daughters Julee and
Annie (12 and 10), and my beloved husband Farrokh, were also there.
all gathered in my living room sitting comfortably in sofas sharing stories that
had touched us deeply in our lives. Many of the ladies were crying even
before they started telling their story as they were so moved to tell of those
things that touched them deeply in their lives. We heard of one lady
saving a co-worker's life by following him after work, on a hunch, and dialing
911 when her gut kept telling her that something was dreadfully wrong with him
even though he didn't say anything about it. Another told of her standing on the brink of suicide and being
saved by learning Transcendental Meditation. Another spoke of having to
let go of a child she thought was going to be her adopted child, after nursing him
from birth to two years old...The stories were deeply personal and I felt
greatly privileged to be with this group of ladies on my special day. I
read two poems from my newly published book, "Kavita
- Poems of Light and Communion" and tears came to my eyes both while reading
them and while telling the story of my own father. This was the first time
my daughters had seen me cry!
My friend Annette, our girls' piano tutor, played the piano and
sang the Ave Maria. How I enjoyed this! Afterwards, we all went across to
the adjoining dining room for dinner, lovingly prepared by my husband. I
sat at the head of the oval dining table which was beautifully set for the
occasion. To my right and going anti-clockwise around the table were Jane
(who joined us late), Annette, Taunya, Nado, Vince, Inessa, Annie, Regina, Frank
and Farrokh. Julee was sitting in a chair in the living room.
served themselves and I said the blessing before we began our meal. While my
guests ate, I decided to tell them the stories I have written above. I started off with the retreat at the monastery and continued
all the way to the apparition of Our Lady of Beauraing.
While telling the story, a strong scent of sweet roses swept through the air! Taunya
burst into tears as she exclaimed "I can smell the roses!" I was smelling
them too! One by one my guests confirmed that they were smelling that sweet
smell of roses too - Nado, Vince, Inessa, Annie and my beloved Farrokh. Denise had left early to attend another engagement. Julee had
just gone upstairs and come back down and settled into her chair. She
didn't experience it; neither did Annette, Regina, Frank and Jane. But
those of us who had, felt greatly blessed. It came as a deep drenching
celestial sweet scent of roses that hung in the air just long enough for us all
to observe it and acknowledge it then it disappeared.
I feel that heaven gave me a bouquet of roses on my special day! Vince wrote me a beautiful thank you note acknowledging the miraculous event we had all shared on that occasion.
Starting a heavenly chain of events by recounting these stories
It seems that something marvelous comes when this story is told.
I had hinted to my friend, Pastor Carla F., that I had a wonderful story
to share with her some time. She asked me on more than one occasion to
tell it to her. Finally, I did so. In Pastor's case, I went into some detail with
her explaining what the "Little Way" meant. I did so as we were private;
she was a Pastor with no real knowledge of St Therese; and she was open to
hearing all that she could. She was moved by the story, as all listeners
are. It was late when she left my home that evening.
The next day, I received an email forwarded by Pastor that I thought was interesting. The very first thing that morning, she received an email which spoke of the Saint of the "Little Way". She was not referred to by any of the other common names - St Therese of the Child Jesus, St Therese of the Little Flower, St Therese of Lisieux. Only the Saint of the Little Way! I do not think this is a coincidence. St Therese is at it again, opening hearts and showering roses on the earth.
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