Amol was scared. He wanted to go home. But he was not alone. The God had entered his body. His realm was consumed.

There was this God who was giving him the strength of something, which he did not want at this moment.

Because, he was scared.

1

It was 3 a.m. He sat on the bed that was soaked in his pee. Amol was not awake, neither was he in his sleep. He was in a comatose trance. It was that time of the day, when the veil between the physical and spiritual realms existed in its thinnest form. By then, the God had entered him.

The God said words that he did not want to hear. He was happy nevertheless, then, why was he the chosen one? Why was the Guardian angel or the Highest Self trying to communicate with him?

It said – Never despair and thou shall see the Light of Life.

The God was true, and Amol understood.

Because, the Hope has a way of piercing through even the darkest moments, and holding onto it can reveal paths we never imagined.

Then, the God was gone.

2

Anmol was flabbergasted, why he would still fear the darkness. It was still dark around and staying in a room where the Air India flight wrecked two days back would not give someone a peaceful sleep.

He could still hear the sirens from the ambulances and people cleaning the debris and workers walking with soot filled boots, wondering how many of them would have perished beneath the steps he was striding. It was a bad sight indeed.

He wished he was with his family back in Bangalore.

Amol was working in a software company, and he had booked flight tickets from Ahmedabad to Bangalore, when the mishap had happened. He had just one more day to decide whether he had to take the flight back home.

He was seated in his bed at 3 am. This was the time when he often awoke suddenly from a deep slumber. As if someone had tonked his head. As if somebody awoke him.

3

He was on his way to the office when he heard the news of the crash of the ill-fated flight, just around 4 kms from his house.

Until then, he was very excited to head home.

He had bought a blender to help his mom make juices and, he believed that the old lady would be pleased.

He had booked a three-week vacation. He wanted to meet his Master. A Master whom he adored and revered much.

He was always afraid of darkness and his constant habit of waking up at 3 a.m, was a mystery. It is often said that God sends us messengers to protect us from spirits entering our realm at this odd hour, which would end up changing a man’s destiny.

It was until he met his Master, who had advised him to meditate. Because, meditating often releases the unwanted, and vitalizes out chakras, which would benefit as a shield from these negative influences. What sounded spiritual, and thereby difficult, turned out to be a life saver.

Since then, he often slept a happy man.