Honing An Intuitive Mind

I wish I’d been more heedful of my dreams and stood my ground for believing in them. I am actually talking of visions that we experience while sleeping at night. Looking back I realize my dreams have always been key communications from the sub-consciousness throughout my life. And that intuitive insight has been coming like revelations, as I remember them now.

Often uncanny dreams have given me glimpses of my own future. As also the futures of people close to me. I have had vivid dreams of incidents that actually occurred later.  Not that I did not pay attention to my dreams as a child for I remember narrating them accurately each morning to an amused family. However I went remiss in disregarding these nightly nudges for my own good.

While seeing deceased family members in dreams offers a strange kind of joy and comfort, I can be sure of gaining some intuitive guidance. I have learnt to trust their presence in my dreams over the years. They often provide a preview of things to come by enlightening me of upcoming events. At best they are a source of distinctive guidance, to wait and watch.

While I am often imperceptive to clairvoyance during daytime, it is the stillness of night hours perhaps that makes me receptive to another world out there. My predictive dreams are certainly more than I can fathom. To my mind these intuitive visualizations allow me to acquire inferences that offer clarity for the way ahead and are therefore a psychic means for my soul.

My submerged consciousness has enabled me to move on from one point in life to another. An intuitive voice speaks to me through dreams providing direction, guidance and even warnings. These dreams let me get directly in touch with subliminal sources to unravel perceptions beyond my comprehension. Strangely I remember a good many of such extraordinary dreams to this day.

With a large body of dream-experiences, many of them haunt me for their seemingly prophetic nature. I wonder if it is really God who delivers them as postulated by Aristotle in his On Divination in Sleep, where he mentions "the fact that those to whom he sends them are not the best and wisest, but merely commonplace persons."

Research in this area has Freud too recognizing the seriousness of parapsychology to such phenomena. I will just go with Einstein in this when he says “The intuitive mind is a sacred gift” and continue to dream with belief and regard. My intuitive mind will then continue to trust the vibes and discover meanings in order to act on messages that teach me to transform my life.

Time Warped Dreams

It happens very rarely to me. Waking up at unearthly early morning hours. This dawn had a calming hush despite the hum of usually inaudible rumblings of gadgetry reverberating with their distinct resonance. Yet I lay enveloped in a warm kind of lull around me. A faint footfall upstairs or rustling out the window informed me of morning creatures up and about.

What really woke me up was this dream of wandering around the huge inner courtyard of my grandfather’s house that has long since been pulled down. I could see the white columns; the smooth  steps on two sides leading up to covered verandahs as also brick-lined pathways on the sides. Through the tall grill doorway I was seeing the checkered floor of the gallery beyond.

The square green courtyard with the tulsi planter at the center and the clothes line to one side. I could almost smell the cow-pen too! The three mango trees at the far end stood tall as did the bael, kathal and amla. The grape vines clung on to terrace walls atop. Walking towards the sizable pooja room I saw people chanting an aarti.

Joining in with the group of whom I only recognize my father, I simply stared ahead at the white, floor-to-ceiling carved niches where familiar deities stood in their usual spots on the wider middle alcove. The side recesses held Godly pictures along with copies of brown hard-back scriptures and even a bunch of Kalyan magazines!

It appears as if I have been in a time warp. As if a sliver of a childhood just flashed back to flood my memories awash.  I woke instantly and lay awake wrapped in the backtracking of the mind in sleep. I smile as this flashback trance allowed me to live in a time gone by. The best thing was I was revisiting a real past that is but a remembrance now. Oddly this was a fun dream that had me quizzing myself – why do we have to live so many worlds altogether.   

Leaves are FALLing

It’s that off-beat time of the year when you are neither here nor there. Right out of summers shadow the autumnal atmosphere forebodes the onset of winters ahead. But for now the sun shines even though right under the orbs glare the air is nippy with a nice bite that has you reaching out for the woollies.  

The rustling leaves all around draw your attention as they gladly disrupt the quietude of the afternoons that all too soon will languish into frosty hazes. Once in a while the gray chilling skies cast their foreboding shadows and the heart freezes with the thought of winter blues. But for now crumbling leaves everywhere cover the ground in a maze of reds and browns.

The trees are changing hues. See a yellow there, a brown here or a red too. Soon they will flare up in unison in a riot of shades from limey green, yellow, ochre, orange, red to brown. This annual high drama has your senses reeling and I for one await it with trepidation. I say trepidation because following nature’s bizarre performance the scene will be pretty desolate.

Soon enough the foliage will be bleak and scary. Leafless limbs of dark shadowy trees in austere climes will cast a spooky effect on the landscape. With Halloween round the corner it will be time for ghoulish games to begin. Already pumpkin lantern faces stare menacingly from windows. Stiff autumn bouquets in brighter hues offer solace. Fall leaves continue to be perfect motifs for this wacky season.