A Date With God

And, I zoomed off in a huge spaceship. Blindly following the pilot’s directions on how to sit in a spaceship, I sat completely dazed pondering on the huge task before me. Ten hours later, a thunderous voice broke my slumber - Pilot's voice. “Get ready for the task ahead as the destination is not far away.” I looked out of my window. It was pitch dark. I asked the pilot where we were at that moment. He mumbled something in a strong scientific jargon. All that I could make out was that we were several thousand kms away from earth. I, also, saw billions of threads emanating from Earth and traveling alongside our spaceship. My pilot only said that he was asked to follow these threads as they were connected to "God's Palace".

I had a certain picture of God in my mind - one who wears a large gold crown on his head, sits on princely throne, wears long flowing multi-coloured, heavily embellished robes, etc. I also remembered, his palaces were made of gold and many a servants served him.

With this picture in mind, we traveled a couple of hours more, after which the spaceship came to a grinding halt. The pilot said that the threads are attached to this floating landmass on which lies the "Palace of God". I noted the time on my watch (it was 2.00 PM), took my papers, etc and stepped out, with ‘that’ picture still pretty fresh in my mind.

What I saw ahead simply took my breath away...

The 'big golden palace' was nowhere to be found. All I saw was a small hut whose roof was covered with straw and an old man, with a long flowing white beard, sitting on a chair outside it. He was muttering something to someone, but I didn't saw anyone else there. I went closer to him. He seemed to be a man in his late-seventies, wearing tattered clothes and sitting barefooted. He looked up to me with his "unusually" bright and gleaming eyes and greeted me with a comforting smile. His face, too, shined with a glow, unexpected from a septuagenarian. I stood wondering who he was and what he was doing there. Maybe, he was a reporter who came in search of God but never found him (as some people believe that God doesn't exist). Another surprising thing was that he was sitting without any oxygen cylinders, whereas we both were wearing oxygen masks.

Just as I was struggling to find the answers to these questions, a voice came, "Come my children, you must be tired". The voice had a certain magnetism which just caught me in its grip. There was unseeming calmness and comfort in that voice which provided us a new lease of life. I instantly knew, this was "God's Voice", but didn't knew from where it came. We looked at the old man, though we were sure it was not his voice. He, then, got up and walked towards us. Once again the voice beamed across, "Come my children, don't be afraid." I noticed that it was the old man who was speaking. I stood stunned as he placed his hand on my head and asked me to come to his house. It seemed as if a "Higher Power" took control of my senses, as I blindly followed him to his hut.

"Here my children, have a seat", he said.

We looked at him in amazement, as there was nothing to sit upon except his own chair.

"What happened, why are you not sitting?"

I said that there was nothing upon which we could sit.

"Then imagine as if there is a chair here."

To show him some respect, I pretended to be seated on a rocking chair and could actually feel something rocking beneath me. I was surprised at how this could happen.

At that moment, he said, "This is the power of your imagination. If you can imagine, you can achieve, provided you paint it with your hardwork and honesty."

Amazed by his insight, I asked him who he was.

"I am the one for whom you came here."

I couldn't believe my senses. I cursed my eyes for not recognizing 'Him', my ears for not acknowledging His sublime yet supreme voice and my skin for not feeling His warmth and love.

"What are you thinking, my child? Come over as I show you my house."

I blindly followed Him. His hut was totally empty, but by now I knew that my eyes were not worthy and were not something upon which I could rely upon. A thought crossed my mind, "Having eyes we see not and having ears we hear not."

The hut had 2 doors, besides the one from which I entered. The hut was located on a barren land and hence the door could have only opened to those barren features. But when He opened one of those doors and invited me to see what lies beyond it, I could only jump with excitement.

I saw a huge garden, complete with billions of flowers.

“What are these flowers for?” I asked.

“These flowers are symbolic to the lives of my grandchildren (Humans), living with my daughter Earth.”

“But I didn't saw anything from outside.”

“You were watching from your "Earthly" eyes and now, you are watching from your "Inner" eyes, my child.”

I was then reminded again by the thought, "Having eyes we see not, Having ears we hear not."

“I saw some million threads connected to this landmass.”

“Yes, my child, those are the roots of these flowers. Each flower is connected via threads to each and every Human on Earth. As he grows in age, the flowers grow in shape and size.”

I noticed many small plants originating from the soil.

“Why are these similar, though on Earth, humans are so different from one another?”

“They are all my children and all are alike for me. They themselves created those differences.”

I, then, noticed some people working in the garden and taking care of those plants.

“Who are they?”

“They are the "Chosen Ones", whose one half works here with these flowers and the other, works with Humans. They remove thorns and other infected leaves from these flowers which are symbolic to them removing evils like anger, hatred, dishonesty, etc, from the minds and hearts of Humans.”

God, then, took me towards the second door where another surprise awaited me…

I saw a huge bustling society, complete with houses and roads with people busy in their daily chores. A closer look at the people, gave me another shock. I saw Mahatma Gandhi sitting and chatting with Bhagat Singh in the park. Few steps away, Saddam Hussain was singing candidly.

“This......?”

“Ah!...This. This is the place where my grandchildren live.”

“But they died long before...”

“For you they might have, but not for me. The purpose with which they were born, were left unfulfilled. Hence, they are now being prepared to take a rebirth so that they can fulfill their dreams.”

“You mean to say...that Gandhiji would be back?”

“Yes, but with a new face and in a new body.”

“Which is the door to Heaven?

“Heaven? What's that?

“I read it in Scriptures, that one with evil deeds go to Hell, and those with good deeds progress to Heaven.”

“No...No...my Child. The system here is not so complicated. There is no such place like Heaven or Hell here (laughs). Only those souls come here whose responsibilities, goals and aims were left unfulfilled, so that they can be prepared for their rebirth.”

“So you mean, that there are no 'evil deeds' or 'good deeds' as such?”

“These things are only limited to the life spent by a soul with my daughter Earth...all the accounts are settled then and there itself. By the way, neither I have time nor any accountants to settle these accounts here (laughs heartily).”

We both now moved outside his hut and took our seats. The things I read in the Scriptures and saw on TV now seemed irrelevant to me, as the Truth was way beyond it.

I was now feeling thirsty and God's first sentence came into my mind (“To imagine”). I imagined...soon to find a glass of water in my hands.

God smiled gently...

“I had also read that in order to please you, one has to offer gifts and other valuables at various religious places, and also, sing hymns and Bhajans to attract your attention.”

“You all seem to be wasting time there...I think I would have to handle a lot more wandering souls now (laughs). No, my Child. I don't need all such things. What will I do with them? There is no market or mall here from where I could buy luxury items from your money (laughs). All that I need from you is to reduce my burden, because I too feel stressed out at times (laughs). Acknowledge your aim on Earth (as quickly as possible) and work towards it with all your dedication, honesty and hardwork. Then I would have to handle lesser people here. And also there is no need to sing hymns & bhajans to attract my attention because your "Earthly" voice will not reach me. Only one voice reaches me via these "Threads" (points over to the threads emerging from earth connected to those flowers). The voice of your soul. I only understand what your soul wants to convey and not what your "Earthly" voice conveys. So keep your soul pure.”

The veil before my eyes was slowly lifting......

“People today are fighting over castes, religion, etc...”

“I feel disappointed when I come to know of such things. I never created any castes, religions, etc. These were all created by Man to satisfy his placid desires. I never differentiated between my children, then why are they differentiating me? Everyday, I meet people here who say that they were working towards their aim, but a fight or a clash between different castes took their lives and cut short their journey (a tear rolls down his eye). My heart skips a million beats when I meet small children, who can barely manage to speak, who became victims of such dastardly acts.”

I felt helpless at that moment. We are so occupied with our customs and religions that we forget about the "Real Thing".

"How can one interact with you on Earth ?"

“It’s very simple. You don't have to go anywhere. Just sit down and concentrate at the center of your forehead and just relax. Remove all your negative or “worldly” thoughts from your mind. If your efforts are sincere, you will establish a direct link with me...otherwise you will quickly fall asleep, which again is a benefit for you all in the fast paced life which you live today...So, it’s a win-win situation, my Child.

I felt completed with this interaction with "God"...and started preparing for the journey, back to my "Earthly" home from this "Real" one...I looked at my watch to note the time I spent with "God" and was stunned to see that it was still 2.00 PM on it. I looked at Him with surprise...

“I didn't want you to waste your precious time by interacting with me.”

I could not have asked for more. I was blessed by God himself. With this fulfilling experience I headed back to my spaceship. God went back to his chair and resumed his chat. I still couldn't know whom he was talking with.

I sat in the spaceship and closed my eyes in order to absorb every single moment of that interaction. A loud voice opened my eyes and I found myself on my bed in my room. It was my mother who was shouting at me for not getting up in time for school. I got up...surprised with the turn of events and wondered what it was...a Date with my dream...a Date with God?