I got enlightened in the year 2004. Before you misinterpret, let me clarify what exactly I am referring to. It wasn’t about the third eye that opened overnight or awakening of the VIBGYOR colour band running through my spine. Also it wasn’t about God showing off his ‘vishwarup’ standing in front of me scaring the shit out of me.
Guided by my astrological mentor at the time, a myriad of esoteric concepts unfolded in my mind. Among them was the ability to perceive the intricacies of human lives. A miraculous revelation occurred, enabling me to vividly envision a person’s past, present, and future with remarkable precision, even without looking at their horoscopes.
I had the ability to witness the unfolding of life’s path for everyone I encountered, ranging from office colleagues to close relatives, and from school friends to new acquaintances. It felt as if I were watching a series of distinct movies simultaneously playing out before me.
I became ecstatic and took great pride in the newfound power bestowed upon me. I confidently approached numerous individuals, both familiar and strangers alike, predicting their past, present, and future – much to their delight. However, not everyone was receptive to discovering the constraints that destiny imposed upon them.
I came to the realization that humans, at their core, are not inclined to seek the truth. Instead, they often prefer to invest their entire lives in nurturing false hopes. For instance, stating, “You will never be able to afford a Ferrari in your lifetime” doesn’t sit well with most people. They would rather embrace the sentiment of “someday I will own a Ferrari” and revel in the excitement it brings. Furthermore, the last thing they desire is an astrologer dictating the type of car they are capable of purchasing in their lifetime.
I ceased sharing my insights. I began to maintain silence. It’s akin to repeatedly watching the movie “The Sixth Sense” and being with someone experiencing it for the first time. You know the plot, yet you must refrain from spoiling it. Similarly, in various encounters – be it online, offline, on buses, trains, planes, or in malls – the life stories of individuals unfold before me like open books. However, I opt to engage in discussions about Modi or movies instead.
Out of the people I’ve known personally—offline friends, online friends, relatives, colleagues, and neighbours—only 1% have ever sought my astrological advice. Despite this, since 2004, I’ve been aware of the patterns in their lives, and remarkably, their life journeys have unfolded exactly as I envisioned two decades ago. There have been no surprises whatsoever.
Such a scenario raises countless questions in my mind. What if they had consulted me two decades ago? How would knowing what lay ahead have benefited them? Were their thoughts about their lives markedly different from what I foresaw? Do they harbor disappointment about the unfolding of their lives so far, or are they grateful for what they’ve received? Do they still nurture aspirations, or have they found contentment? What does it feel like to live a life akin to a play, where God crafted the screenplay, and some audience has already witnessed it?