October 31st, 1984. While I was heading to my work site of Indian Telephone Industries in Mankapur in the state UP in India from our quarters in the town, the shocking news about the assassination of the PM of India began rattling the country. The site was shut down as soon as the news reached there, and I decided to head towards my house in New Delhi. Traveling by an overnight crowded train from Lucknow, i arrived at ND Railway station in the early morning. As soon as I stepped onto the platform, some police men rounded me up as they thought I looked like a Sardar without a turban . I used to grow some light beard in those days, and I can't blame them for my suspicious looks. They questioned me about my background and whereabouts. I told them I was returning from my project site in UP, and I was an engineer for the project. They verified it with my ID and offered me police escort because I told them my house was within the vicinity of All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS). It was too risky to go anywhere near that area because the mob fury against Sardars at that time meant a life and death encounter. Fortunately, the police dropped me at the gate of my house, where I was welcomed by my landlord, who happened to be a Sardar. His opening remarks was that he would protect me at any cost even if he had to lay down his life. Then he handed me over a gun and asked me to go to the terrace and safeguard the property and my life. I just followed his instructions like a robot as my brain stopped processing anything like a human.
Sitting over the parapet of the terrace, I could see balls of flames going up in air all along the main road in front of AIIMS. I reckon bloodshed was rampant, and I saw many scooters being snatched away from riders, and they were brutally attacked.
I survived the saga. Otherwise, I would have been a martyr for nothing.
That was my eye-opening experience towards the fear of terrorism. At that age of 24, having got a long career path ahead, I had to live within the metropolis of India trying to process all the data available to me to figure out how to shape up a path of life in my country. The second incident that shook my core was even more drastic than the news of Indira Gandhi. Now it was Rajiv Gandhi, her son in 1991, who succumbed to a suicide bomber.
That was the first time I decided to look for career opportunities outside India.
It took me to the Middle East and Africa. As I grew into bigger roles, I started working in many African countries and Europe, leading to my final destination in South Africa.
Traveling in the Middle East and Africa and Europe until 2001 was, in fact, one of the most entertaining and informative phases of my life. I could expand my consciousness with many cultures and nations across the world. Middle East and Africa are the cradles of mankind and Europe was the fountain of innovation and modern technologies. Coming into close encounters with their origins was highly rewarding and enriching.
But terrorism again raised its ugly head in 9/11, and in the subsequent travels, i could feel the negativity and fear amongst the authorities and travelers at every airport in the world. In a few years, I went deep into the rabbit hole of "the root" of all wars and terrorism and i soon became labeled as a conspiracy theorist.
But it was not difficult for me to conclude that in most cases, what people discard as conspiracy is the truth. It was reinforced by my finding that money and power were the biggest soul-corrupting forces that are expressed in different forms and shades of terrorism. After four decades of experiencing and contemplating the "progress" of mankind, i believe we are at a crossroads here.
Our path is forking.
"Two men will be working in the field; one will be taken; other left behind."
I have no doubt in my mind that Jesus's prophecy is coming true now. Jesus lived in the age of Pisces. We are now at the doorstep of the age of Aquarius.
Not all of us will make it to the new age as envisioned by Jesus.
I think the next year will make it more obvious.
The reckoning is here now.
All through my career life, I was mostly guided by intuitive actions. Most often, people around me were often baffled by me as they couldn't intellectually process my actions. Whenever I was denied opportunities due to the intellectual dissonance between my actions and social norms. I had to go through periods of turbulence that would threaten my physical survival. But, my intuitive actions, in spite of defying intellectual demands, paid off handsomely in the end. But there was a fallout in terms of the number of people who would like to connect with me. As I would not fit within their programmed ways of intellectual processing befitting legal and traditional outfits, I was always considered an outlier by them. Eventually, my friends and family relatives started receding from me like the Doppler shift. It did unsettle me for a while, but wisdom resurfaced, and I always pulled myself together.
My career life, though it was relatively much shorter than most of my peers, it was phenomenally more productive than theirs.
I retired from the regular job when I turned 50 and became a freelancer in the electrical engineering profession for a few more years after that. To my pleasant surprise, some of my erstwhile corporate clients with whom I had good personal rapport became my personal clients and supported me to continue with a higher income generating capacity than that of my regular employment days.
The biggest bottleneck was the uncertainty that was piling up about the sufficiency of savings to hang my boots and spend my evening of life in the most important thing I wanted, that is, a spiritual resort for my body-mind. I was always grooming myself in the path of spiritual awareness from my teenage days. It took me 30 years to come to a state of enlightenment that my opened towards infinite love and wisdom.
I had gathered enough knowledge by then about the monetary systems of the world and how the central banks and governments were destroying the world by debasing currencies.I had no qualms about reaching the conclusion that money was at the root of all evil.
Love and wisdom can not remain pure and unconditional in a complicated arena where money-making can destabilize your life.
It was often traumatic to do a tight walk between the spiritual values of living and money-making.
Then Bitcoin came one day serendipitously, and my intuition was so strong that I couldn't resist adopting it for all my money-making woes.
Initially, in the first 5-6 years, it was turbulent, but it gave me a pristine vision that I never saw in banker's money.
My life changed forever.
Intuition is like a lighthouse. It will not come looking for you. You sail towards it, seeing the light within your own heart.
It is very difficult to express its beauty to others until they too get it in their hearts and heads.
I was scammed by a fake auctioneer for cars today. Again, it was me who didn't do due diligence before transferring the money to someone I had no previous experience with. Psychologically, I was undergoing the traumatized experience of the car crash that I escaped miraculously 3 days back. Physically, i had no damage except a bruise near my ribcage. But the pain was excruciating. I was feeling the need strongly to buy a used car with whatever money I had. My mind was very foggy and succumbed to the scammer.
Foggy minds get scammed easily. There is always some kind of fear that clouds you when you are thrown out of your comfy zone. Renting a car could have brought me back to the comfy zone. I didn't even have the patience to wait a few days to sort out the rental car from the insurance company.
My bad!
