By Deipshikha Dhankhar
So, yes this is another diary. I’m sure you may have read many. Most diaries are chronicles of our own hidden agonies, which we call an Angst. But this is not an angst of a new house or a job or even a soulmate. This one is the angst of my own soul. Here I was leading a seemingly normal life, and suddenly I found out what I knew of this world was really nothing at all. For me, spirituality wasn’t anything more than chanting, karma was just the corner café, and activation of any kind just meant shutting off netflix, and getting off the couch. So, when I found myself rushing to get to the DNA activation workshop by Rae Chandran, I had no clue where I was headed. I mean, I was game because who doesn’t want to know what their DNA is made up of, besides a little bit of chocolate and a lot of crazy?
So, there I was walking into the surprisingly peaceful and normal looking space, exhaling a breath I didn’t even know I was holding, and thinking ‘Thank God there’s no weird chanting or hypnotizing going on! This should be easy!’ I plonked myself in the middle of the circle, trying to figure out who had the activated DNA and who didn’t. Quite a tough thing to do since everyone looked the same sort of fit and active to me.
Rae Chandran, a middle aged, tall, and ever-smiling man who totally looked like he was ‘activating stuff’, started demonstrating some “activator” hand positions to channelize inner energies. After about 10 solid minutes of hand acrobatics, I realised this is the most I’d looked at my hands ever. Seriously, even more than when the DJ said ‘everybody, put your hands up’. I was convinced that my hands were going to start shooting spider webs, and I’d suddenly find out that I have Spider woman DNA. Coool.
He asked me to point out two fingers of my left hand towards the palm of my right hand and move in a circular motion. I gathered my concentration. You never know I could be the first woman who shoots, maybe DNA strands if not webs. I soon felt a sensation in my palm and soon after, in my fingers as well. It started to get intense and a little weird. What was I getting myself into? This question kept popping up like a speech bubble during the workshop. A part of me was feeling “spider woman” powerful, the other part was just like “no way’!
Things got a bit more real or may I say surreal very soon. Another girl was just not feeling a thing. Rae asked me to connect with her, and at first all I could think was that the only recent thing I’ve “connected” to is the wi-fi. He was really looking at the wrong person, and I was pretty sure there would be a zero signal connection here too. Maybe I would just tell her, ‘Our DNA’s didn’t match’. But I think I underestimated myself a bit. Suddenly her head started swinging in motion. My own eyes practically bugged out of my head, because I had never seen anything like this unless you count channels like Aastha. In that past all I’d done was laugh, and think “fake actor!” But now there was no laughing or denying what was happening in front of my eyes--because I was the one making it happen!!
She said she felt waves of energy whooshing through her head. I felt overachieved. I moved on to another participant to give her the same energy and she described feeling the formation of a tall, white pyramid over her head. A pyramid! This was my newly found threat to anyone who tried to get too cute – Don’t mess with me or I will make a pyramid over your head which will also, by the way, be electric in nature. I thanked Rae in my head and he offered a smile that instant. Maybe he did mention not to use these energies to harm somebody. I felt myself rolling my third eye and mumbling fine!
During one of the interactions, Rae mentioned that my name was weak, and that I should put the letter k and y as prefix and suffix and also call for the moon energy in my meditation. He showed me how to do that and to be frank, I wasn’t going to do that because that just sounded scary. Even more so, after he said that when I have meditated enough about her (given that the moon is feminine energy), she would come and ask me at midnight if I was ready to receive her. And in my mind I was saying ‘no freaking way! I wasn’t going to receive anything that comes at midnight and in no physical form because I wasn’t the crew member of Ghost Hunters, as simple as that! I would do with a weak name for now. At least I could make a cool excuse like ‘my name is feeling a little weak, how about we meet next Monday?’ Or ‘I am so tired. After all, activating stuff does take a lot of energy. And making pyramids? Even more so!’ I smirked. But thanks to Rae, I wouldn’t be able to look at the moon in the same manner again. Now it is something that increases the immunity of my name and not the romance in my life. Whatever happened to being an old school romantic? (sigh!)
We moved on to learning a whole bunch of techniques which was the less scary part for sure; to heal addictions, to heal emotional or physical blockages, to heal karma, to heal some more karma. But then I was thinking, if we heal karma, it won’t be a bitch anymore. And if we could heal the karma of five generations, like he promised, I wondered, why have we discarded science so much and believed in offering some coconuts and money, which after demonetization, is of no use to even God. I guess it was my time to believe that life is a series of thousands of tiny miracles. I just have to notice them.
And notice them, I did! No sooner had I thought this when I felt someone touched my face gently and then slightly pushed my hair behind my right ear. I looked around but saw no one. Rae was teaching us to channelize the highest powers like Buddha, Jesus, and The Prophet Muhammad, and he channelized Muhammad for me. I sat in the middle of that circle, on a chair with my eyes shut, silently calling for trouble. And there came that feeling that I was most dreading - something which I would not be able to explain. It was freaky. It was divine. It was something in between. Muhammad’s touch without anyone physically touching me is something nobody ever prepared me for. He said that Muhammad had a message for me, ‘I give myself the love I needed today but didn’t receive.’ It almost made me cry, not because Muhammad gave me this particular message but because Muhammad had to come to Earth to give me this message. And being ‘too busy’ became more over-rated than it had ever been before. After all, God made time!
I wouldn’t lie that that I was relieved when it all got over, but I also couldn’t deny that I enjoyed exploring my spiritual horizons. Wrong or right, it almost felt like I had several spiritual orgasms. I couldn’t even sleep that night. And for whatever time I could, Rae appeared in my dreams. Maybe my DNA worked while I was asleep, like most things in my life. I still wasn’t able to shoot webs or DNA strands but was definitely able to believe that I had in me everything I needed to be with God. It was good to finally meet a part of my soul.