Today is 26/11. 17 years after the Mumbai terror attacks. I still remember the day I narrowly escaped the carnage because I decided to not go to toi that day because I had just returned from Bhutbhutda's wedding.
I woke up at 7.15 and went back to sleep. Then I woke up after 7.45 from a dream.
I dreamt that Haridas sir was told by me about my Tarot career and he was involved in some deep mathematical conundrum, trying to solve something. Then he went away on a bike in his leather jacket.
Then I saw this guy (he looked like one of the men I'd met in Lucknow) smoking a cigarette outside the airport. I wasn't smoking.
Then I saw in my dream that the next day I arrived at the airport and was supposed to meet Ma there with some of her friends. I decided to not smoke a cigarette outside the airport (the spot where the man had smoked the day before was hollow and deep showing the streets below) and I entered. Ma called out to me, shouting out my name. I walked her way and then I woke up. She was quite a distance from me in my dream.
I woke up with a sense of anxiety. The dream made me feel that there was a period of waiting.
By 8.33 I was on my yoga mat. I chanted, meditated, did asanas and pranayam. It took me close to two hours as usual.
Yesterday I did three more Tarot readings. In the evening I was all prepared to write but an untold anxiety about Arun gripped me and I ate my dinner and tried to sleep. But sleep was not forthcoming. So I fried two aloos in a spicy mix, ate that and fell asleep.
Today I shall write.
Right now I'll get some reading done, do my Tarot, then write.
Life is good but this waiting is getting exasperating.
I am feeling:
Slightly mentally fogged
Groggy
A little drowsy
Reasonably happy
Loving
I am grateful for my life and all its experiences.
I am grateful for God's infinite love, Grace and blessings on my life.
Love,
Me.
11.26 am
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