The Profound Connect

Belief in the interconnectedness of the universe and its responsiveness to genuine desires transcends cultures and belief systems. It's a belief rooted in the idea that there is a higher power, whether it's called God, the universe, or something else, that listens to our earnest requests and manifests them in mysterious ways.

Two incidents from yesterday exemplify this profound connection.

In the first instance, when we faced a sudden absence of our cook/maid, the power of intention was demonstrated vividly. With a pure heart and a clear intent, the request for assistance was sent out into the universe, and remarkably, within a mere ten minutes, a new cook/maid appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, to fill the void.

The second occurrence revolves around pain in thr arm experienced by Alka. Despite not directly seeking help, her silent plea was heard by dear friend Bandana who practices Reiki. Through the invisible web of the universe, the friend sensed the distress and orchestrated a collective prayer from Mount Abu's  Brahmakumari spiritual center, offering healing energies and support from afar.

These occurrences invite reflection on the wondrous workings of the universe and the divine forces at play. They remind us of the power of intention, the beauty of interconnectedness, and the boundless ways in which help and healing can manifest when we approach life with sincerity and openness. Indeed, the universe's capacity to answer our calls, often in ways beyond our comprehension, is truly awe-inspiring.


Written in July 2022

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