So, just recently turned 31 . . Yeih!! Not sure if I’m supposed to be as happy as I feel turning older but for some reason I do. In reality I don’t feel older, I mean my mind feels older but my physical body does not. Is that weird or what? Can anyone else relate . . . Anyhow lately there has been a lot of changes in my life almost like a new beginning.
Right before my birthday something very weird and extraordinary happened! I was at work like every other day, checking e-mails, fulfilling on-line orders, on the phone with customers and so on- my typical day at work when an older man came in my store that smelled very strong like nag-champa incense. I had a couple customers waiting to get rung up so I told the man “I’ll be with you in a minute” he didn’t say a word he just smiled and kept staring at me. Hmm I thought maybe by the looks of him he may be lost . . . I mean I don’t’ want to assume he doesn’t play soccer or anything like that but he looked pretty old.
He had long white hair, very dark skin and really black undertones of black along is eyelids almost like black eyeliner. I was trying to put everything together and realized he might be at the wrong place because next door was a Yoga Studio. As soon as I was done helping my other customers I said to him; “Hi I think you are looking for the Yoga Studio?” He smiled and said; “No, I am at the right place” with a really thick Indian accent. I looked surprised but then I said to him; “What can I help you with?” He answered; “No help- I am here for you.” I then was really thrown off.
I looked at him and before I could speak he said “You are turning another age soon, you are beginning a new life and your eye of enlightenment is beginning to open“ as he reached over to touch me. Immediately I backed away from him very weirded out! He said in a soft and very calm voice, “it’s OK I am not here to hurt you” as he reached over and touched the middle of my forehead. It felt strange since nobody had ever done that to me- I mean I have listened to Chopra and I do have some New Age and Spiritual friends but I have my own ideas of “spiritualism” I’ve always believed in re-incarnation and stuff , even think that we are just recyclables that keep coming back to this earth until we reach our highest potential as one. Not sure where that comes from since I was raised Roman-Catholic . . anyhow getting back to my thoughts-
So I starred at him as he was touching my forehead and he said; “You are ready, your energy has brought me here to you. Your Higher-Self and Spirit already know what I’m about to tell you, it’s your physical body who needs to physically believe it’s ready.” Yeah you could say I was pretty much in shock. I didn’t say a word it was like I became mute and my eyes were wide open sucking every bit of information and imagery of this man.
As he went on he told me everything that has gone in my life and why, he mentioned numbers and chantras, and symbols, he mentioned days and spoke in Punjabi I believe. I just listened . . . He grabbed my hand and he said “I am passing what was given to me before I turned your age, now I am passing it to you. When you feel the right moment with the right energy you must pass it to that person as well.” I felt my hand getting so hot that my whole arm was feeling numb. He then asked me, “Do you recognize me?” I tranced out and let go of his hand. He asked me again “Does your soul recognize me?” I said “Yes“. Even though I was saying in the back of my mind; “What the hell are you talking about you don’t know this crazy man!!!” He then asked me, then tell me what my name is with a huge smile on his face. I didn’t even blink before I blurred out; “Deepak“
He then started writing down a bunch of stuff on a white sheet of paper, while looking at me straight in the eyes and said; “Keep this and when you are ready open it up and chant it, it is part of your awakening process it will help with the third eye.” H e then looked up and chanted something in his language and said I will see you again. As he started walking out I shouted; “Is your name really Deepak?” He turned around and before I could even ask he took out his beat up old leather wallet and took out his ID it read Deepak Rutmi. He looked at me and said; your mind is very strong and it confirmed why I had come in and see you. He said goodbye, “Mimi” and that was the last of him I ever saw. Mimi is one of my many nicknames that only my family calls me . . . my real name is very hard to pronounce. I never mentioned my real name nor my nickname to him-I am still wondering about that day and still thinking about everything he said. Guess you don’t really think about your existence or what connection it has to everyone else or how synchronized we really are to each other. . . . . (very much in shock still)