Invisible Science & Technology
Written in a layman’s language
I am actually interested in letting you know something about the future of the life on this earth. It may be considered to be somewhat analogical to the meteorological forecast. It will not be clear to each one of us unless I mention how that may be done. It might be blending of several physical, metaphysical and non physical sciences.
After my primary schooling at a very small village of mine I got to a hostel in the nearest bigger town of India, where I expected to have a bit of higher qualifications. There may have been approximately fifty students aging ten to twenty-five years. I was just ten. In conformity with Indian norms I had to learn from elders and also act in compliance with their suggestions or orders. A fourteen-year-old boy chose to help me with his knowledge, experience and enthusiasm. He said to me, “ Get up at 4 O’ clock every morning and pray to God. I asked him, “ How will I get up at 4 O’ Clock?” “Ask your pillow to wake you up at 4O’ Clock and it will be done.” I followed his instructions and every morning I was up at 4O’ Clock for decades together. Most of us were poor and had no alarm Clock. Some of the richer and senior students set their alarm clocks at 4 O’ clock but they found that their alarm failed to get them out of sleep. One of the brilliant students asked me to wake him up at 4 O’ Clock. His alarm was found ringing when I tried waking him up. Thus I could feel that there was also an alarm clock within me.
The luxury of having a clock was for a small number of hostellers. My roommate was a senior student. He often needed me to go to the adjacent room to tell him the time shown by the clock. He would often order, “Go and find the time from the clock.” Without any move I would reply (for example), “It is 5:23 p.m.” He would angrily scold me, “why do you not go?” I would peep into the adjacent room and reply, “It is 5:23m p.m.” On another occasion he said, “ Go and find the time”. I would reply, “It is 3:14 p.m.” The same scolding was repeated, “Why do you not go?” Without ignoring I complied with his orders and would come back with the reply, “It is 3:14 p.m.” How many times this exercise was repeated is absolutely out of memory. But I remember them as the divine messengers who showed me that the immortal clock was installed in me. Today I do not see that clock inside me. It is there, gone nowhere but covered with the dark shadows of Maya (illusion).
Once standing on an Indian railway platform, I looked at a bookstall. I caught sight of a book written by Cheiro. I turned over pages and was rendered captive by the line:
It was the Hindus who discovered that the precession of vernal equinoxes takes place in twenty-six thousand, eight hundred and fifty-seven years and the modern scientists have merely been able to prove that it is correct. In contrast I have read the modern scientist consider this period of the wobbling of the earth twenty-five thousand and eight hundred years. I have to and am compelled to emphasize that the internal clock can never be incorrect. Scientists are ok within their limitations.
If you look at the globe in some school or an office you may find the axis of the globe (the line joining the north and the south pole) is tilted by 23 to 24 degrees. On an average every 74 years this tilting goes on increasing by 1 degree. In this way earth completes a cycle of 360 degrees in 26857 years.
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Love and Family – The Business of God
. Love and Family Member One
Ancient books from India consider the whole of the humanity as one family. As God is both father and mother, all of us are his children. In that sense we the children are brothers and sisters. Therefore we need to live for all whosoever is around us. The ancient writer says, “Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam”. The whole of the humanity is your family.
In my lifetime I have been observing that the meaning has been fast changing. When I was a child, the meaning of family was all those who are offshoots of the father from the 13th century. Later it shrank to grandpa, grandma and all the cousins of my parents. My brother Janeshwar Tyagi’s family at New Delhi is a living example. That family is comprised of his mother and his three sons along with wives of everybody are living under the same roof and eating from one kitchen. The sons keep travelling over the globe. His extended family is beyond the imagination modern mind. Now I am surprised to see particularly among those who are westernized that the meaning of a family of a man means only his wife. Change is the law of nature. Who can control?
Let me be permitted to talk about something that enhances and accelerates the heartbeat of all of us. I am going to talk about the most common instinct understood and spoken as “love”. It is what keeps life continuing on our planet.
A few years ago I was sitting in an aeroplane, when my companion told me that the airhost was looking down upon you. I requested to let me know who he is. When he was walking towards us a finger pointed. I beckoned him to come to me. When he was with me I asked him to spread both his palms. Having exposed some secrets of his life, I sent him back.
He went back but sent an airhostess. I said to her, “What do you want?” “Marriage”, was her reply. I asked her how old she was. She told me that she was thirty-two because in my eyes the palm was telling that she was twenty-six when she had started life with the young man I told her that she had been married for the last six years. She retorted she was not married. I asked her if she had a boy friend. She agreed that she had. I asked how long had he been her boyfriend. Her reply was for six years. I had to tell her that it was marriage. The only problem is that you want a marriage certificate. I can’t give it. In the eyes of God it is marriage.
She went away but sent another airhostess. I said to her, “What do you want?” “Marriage”, was her reply. I asked her how old she was. She told me that she was forty. I told her that she had been married for the last ten years because in my eyes the palm was telling that she was thirty when she had started life with the young man. She retorted she was not married. I asked her if she had a boy friend. She agreed that she had. I asked how long he had been her boyfriend. Her reply was for ten years. I had to tell her that it was marriage. The only problem is that you want a marriage certificate. I can’t give it. In the eyes of God it is marriage.
In this way, I acquired a good technique to be respected by the airhosts and airhostess. You might like to ask me questions about it. Does the science of predictions apply only to love and marriage? Does it apply to all or only to a few persons? Does it apply to human beings? If you ask me I would say in all humbleness that it applies to everything on the earth – living and nonliving things, visible and invisible things, your laughter and tears and much more – – – – .
Here comes the question, “What are we doing here?”
He has installed one powerful instinct in all of us. We may give it any name distrust, disbelief or doubt – – – . It does not let us rest or does not let us accept this fact. With this trait having installed in us he has been using us as toys for running his business. Love is one of the greatest powers of God. If it is not required within His planless plan, none can ever get rid of it. At our best we can wish to pray to Him.
This post leaves us with a host of questions; we shall trying dealing with them at a later stage.
If Destiny is there, What have we to do?
A Baseless Conversation?
It is lucky to have faith in God. Nobody among us has ever seen Him. We just pretend to believe because many people talk of faith in God; we believe because many people narrate stories of faith, substantiating their words with the stories of devotees who witnessed miracles in their lives. We listen to them very attentively, which are lost with the wind like the stories told by a grandma while the child is lying on her lap.
Our hearts and consciousness are overcast with the clouds of fear, clouds of insecurity and even of our lust, that intercept the rays of faith emanating from the elegant and eloquent speeches in form of parables, in form of true incidents delivered by the spiritual teachers.
Since the days of my teenage I have been thinking that it is proven that there is justice, there is security on this earth, though what we observe as injustice is merely ostensible.
I made experiments not for money, not for fame and name but for the search of the truth. My first experiment was with my grandpa who was 82 and I was only 12. I asked him if he had fallen from a tree. He replied that he had never fallen from a tree. At the age of 86, when he was working on a tree with an axe he fell off the branch down to the earth to break his leg. He survived for a few months when he said the boy had told him this thing. The poor gold grandpa died.
Remember, my friends that it is not my job nor it is to gain any popularity. Before long I too will disappear from the scene.
Once again, I assert that whatever I write is true to my memory. To my understanding there is no fabrication even to create humour. I have been sometimes humorous too, to clean away from the chain of thoughts whatever is dull, drab and insipid.
Let us come to lighter side. A decade and over ago, I was in a north Indian train bound for Bareilly. I needed somebody to pass my time. Yonder was seated a middle aged old man. I looked at him and took his palm to read. I narrated certain things of his past. He was happy but wanted to check out if I really knew something. He said, “can you tell me how long my wife will live?” I checked the heart line running between the index finger and little finger and calculated by observation a figure of 56. There are several techniques but I think I may have used this technique. Heart is hurt when you are bereaved of a lover either by death or otherwise. I asked if he had completed 56. He happily told that I was correct. He wanted to know more and more. A young man in his early twenties interrupted, “Do you believe in such baseless things. The elderly person tried to shut up his mouth. I spoke lovingly,”I need to pass my time, I don’t say it is a science. You tell me how to pass time?
We both continued palm analysis. In the meanwhile I had a stealing look at the palm of the boy lying open – I did not have to touch him. I spoke to the boy, “You have already got your heart broken by two girls, why are you preparing for the third break? The boy was deeply impressed and asked me, “What is your address?” I asked him to write my address and told him that he would always be welcome.
The elderly person now got the point and spoke forcefully to the young man,”Why do you ask now?” I asked him to forgive and forget.
My purpose to work on Astrology was just to discover
- Birth Chart
Rare might be the persons among our friends, who are not familiar with the word Destiny irrespective of their belief or disbelief in it. The moment of birth, the moment of death, the moment of getting married and the moment of getting employed are all predestined. All of us have descended to this earth as captives. It might sound ludicrous but it is true. I too do not accept destiny but when the storm has abated, I realize that destiny was laughing in my face. Let me be allowed to notify that I am not now what I was in the days bygone.
Long ago, a friend of mine was waiting for the first child of his wife. Nine months were going to finish without showing any signs of the advent of the new baby. He was feeling scared so much that he asked me when he would get the baby. 5p.m. January 23 was my answer – a few weeks to go on the date of prediction. The baby was received at 4 p.m. January 24. The astrologer was incorrect by 23 hours, though the rising sign (ascendant) was correct to prediction.
Apart from births, I had to write or speak of at least five deaths, I can recall. But the memoirs would assign not only me but also several readers to dark shadows of gloom.
My astrology was a blend of inhaling–exhaling system observation (swaroday Vigyan), horary Astrology, Palmistry and intuition etc. I was never a professional astrologer.
Let us laugh a bit. One afternoon around 1999, a psychiatrist came to me. I did not demand birth time, birth chart or even a look at her palm. Having worked my long calculations, at least for an hour I spoke to her, “Who met you in May 1987”. The curt reply was, “It was my first boyfriend, but you are incorrect by one month”. “Sorry, the major part of the calculations were made on brain only,” replied I. You are leaving this country, I added. She replied that she had never thought of it. In a month or two when I saw her again, she said, “I am going to the US sooner than later.”
I am giving small parts of each meeting – the whole is neither possible nor acceptable.
On some other day, a woman 25 came to me. I said, “ Your husband is fond of serving patients”. She said, “Yes, he is a doctor”. The stars were telling me that she would marry many times in her life. How to tell such a prediction? I said, “Many men would love you?”. Within a short while she had moved to the third man. I am not getting any info from her. Even her friends do not talk to me, write to me. I searched the facebook but to no avail. May be she must have excluded me or included me in the list of who should not see her. It was my Destiny to lose a friend in this manner.
True Story of a Writer : Without Hypocrisy
True Story of a Writer – without Hypocrisy
The following story depicts the traits not only the of an Indian writer but also of others in other parts of the world. I have been faced with only a very few of them and not all of them. Not by any standard does the article aim at casting aspersions on any writer in any manner. I do not know if the number of such writers is negligibly small. It is not a problem that calls for any statistical analysis
True Story of a Writer
If I go deep down into my life when I was a student at a college in Mathura, I am reminded of an interesting story. My friend was a great admirer of me being a good foreteller, though I believe, I was not and am not.
One friend of my friend requested me to visit his home and just study the birth charts etc. of the members of his family. Indian families used to comprise of seven to seventeen members and over. For me it was an honour. I agreed without any demur or hesitance. Having got to his home I said to him that I had seen books written by him in at several stores in some big cities of India. Being a writer of books on Palmistry and Astrology, why did he need a layman to be consulted? He replied very politely that writing books was one thing and knowing the subject matter is altogether a different thing.
I asked him without having knowledge, how was it possible to write books? He replied that he would bring some books from library and would pick up something from one book, something from the other and something from the third —-. A book would be ready.
I asked him further how many books he had written. He replied the number might be about sixteen hundred. “How many days does it take you to prepare one book?” was my last question. “Just three-four days,” was his reply. I do not remember what I did for him as a foreteller.
I cannot criticize him; I cannot find faults with him in view of all the candour he had to be clean and open hearted to a friend of younger generation. I have forgotten his face; I have forgotten his name. But his straightforwardness has left an indelible impression on my consciousness. I am virtually moved to tears at his plight, hard work and honesty. Major part of the worth of his hard work went to the publishers. With all this untiring labour he could just manage to feed his family. Why would he, if he were a rich man, look for an Astrologer?