Dream 17: Missing Durgā

I moved about two months ago. In my previous place, I had the habit to keep Durgā Saptaśatī beneath my pillow. One night, unaware of the fact that the book was lying in my prayer area, I slept without the book beneath my pillow. My dream had a few musings on Durgā. I was reciting verses (which I forgot by the morning, as usual!) which had thoughts of separation.

That Durgā, Whose presence removes any inauspicion; that Durgā, Whose lotus-feet destroy all the grief of ours'; that Durgā, Who loves Her children — where is that Durgā. Why isn't She here and around? No wonder I am sad.

As usual, I was surprised in the morning, when I found that the book was missing at its usual location.

PS: I noticed that Internet Exploder does not displays diacritics in "any" font supported by Blogspot. I will sincerely urge the readers to move to Firefox. Of what use is the browser, which cannot even put a dot below "d" in a faithful manner.

Dream 11: Śiva Śambho

I used to walk on a certain curvy path each day while returning from my college (school). The path had a certain curvature which appeared in my dream. I was walking on a similar curved path except that the surroundings were different. It was evening (or morning) time with orange light filling the skies. I saw a temple while walking along the path. The temple was on a lower plane compared to the path. A white bull (or white cow) was standing outside the temple building. And Śiva was washing the cow with water. I had a glance at them and the dream finished.

Dream 10: The Most Handsome Kṛṣṇa

Every soldier of Dwarika was dressing for a parade. And standing in front of my eyes was Śyāmasundara Kṛṣṇa. Beautiful blue face, somewhat round, with two big and deep eyes. No decoration on the face, not even a ṭīkā, but still His face had a remarkable beauty. Curly tresses reached till His neck and wrapped He was in a yellow silken robe. Luckily, I did remember the dialogue this time.

I asked, ‘‘Should I decorate You (for everyone else was getting ready)?’’

With a gentle smile He replied, ‘‘No.’’

The beauty of Nandakumāra needs no decoration.

Dream 9: Śakti — The Temple Dance

I was standing in a vast open field in clear moonlight. My sister, father, and mother were standing opposite me. I looked at the right side, and a grey-color temple was there. The presence of family-folks was set-aside and the eyes got glued to what was happening inside the temple. A huge hurricane-like fireball was spinning and dancing inside the temple. The fireball was thickest in the middle and tapered towards the ends (somewhat like an eye-shape). Just a moment later, the fireball escaped the doors of the temple and flew in air. As the fireball approached me, my hands attained the posture of a ‘‘bhikṣāmudrā.’’ The fireball changed into a beautiful idol of the Goddess and sat exactly in my two-palms set in the begging-posture. My dream finished there, imparting bliss.