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Bejan Daruwalla’s Brush with Death Astro-genius Recovers from Brainstroke
01-Jul-2019
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The light that never was by land and sea,’ says the Bible. Yes, I believe I may have had a glimpse of that light. How come? On 21 April, I had a brain stroke. It was sudden! Had I not reached Avron Hospital right on the dot and been under the supervision and care of Dr Ranka? I would have been in the next world.
The light I saw was pure white, but not dazzling and overpowering. Also it was translucent, that is, one could see through it. Now comes the strange part which I cannot explain. This light was within me. Also it was by my side. And lastly, the light could be seen for miles and miles, or so it seemed.
I openly admit that I did not see any light in the tunnel nor the bridge which people who are about to die see. Nor did I cross the stream. Most people claim to see their own bodies. Well, though I am an astrologer and a psychic, I did not see it at all. I can only tell you about what I actually saw.
There were fairies attending upon me. They said, ‘He is so cute. But he shouts and acts like a child. It seems that men are hopeless at bearing pain and that men use their egos as an armour against the slings and arrows of fate.’ They seemed to laugh at me but not mock me. Though I was strictly on the ventilator for two days, I feel I remonstrated against their remark that all men were children and couldn’t bear pain. But I am not sure of it.
Here are a few suggestions which I am passing on after going through this ordeal or process or whatever else you would like to call it. The first and most important is not that I loved and wanted to unite with God. But that I now want everybody in life to start the race of life on an equal footing. Then it depends upon their individual potential and capacity. Secondly, I feel that in the final analysis great and universal compassion is the same as supreme consciousness. Lastly, I feel that the future of mankind is definitely into travelling in space and becoming at least half robots with artificial intelligence. In short it is my conviction that we will remain partly human and partly computers. I could say much more but I believe this more or less is my real finding after my very recent brush with death. I am neither sorry nor happy that I am alive and kicking. I believe that just to be what you are is enough. You may or may not agree with it because keeping an open mind is what pleases me the most.
My son got blessings from the top industrialist of India, Shri Neeraj R. Bajaj, son of my patron Ramkrishna Bajaj for progress in life. I call Neeraj Bajaj my divine son as our relationship is at least fifty years old.
The coming back to power of the chief minister of Gujarat, Shri Vijay Rupani, was the bold and correct prediction of my son when all others were thinking that the chief minister will be changed. My son again got encouragement and blessings for progress in life and for writing this book, from the education minister of Gujarat, Shri Bhupendrasinh Chudasma, the home minister of Gujarat, Shri Pradipsinh Jadeja and the Union agriculture minister, Shri Parshottam Rupala.
My other beloved son and top industrialist of Mumbai, Shri Jimmey Mistry, gave his good wishes so that my legacy can continue in the form of my son Nastur.
courtesy: Ranvir Books”
“The light that never was by land and sea,’ says the Bible. Yes, I believe I may have had a glimpse of that light. How come? On 21 April, I had a brain stroke. It was sudden! Had I not reached Avron Hospital right on the dot and been under the supervision and care of Dr Ranka? I would have been in the next world.
The light I saw was pure white, but not dazzling and overpowering. Also it was translucent, that is, one could see through it. Now comes the strange part which I cannot explain. This light was within me. Also it was by my side. And lastly, the light could be seen for miles and miles, or so it seemed.
I openly admit that I did not see any light in the tunnel nor the bridge which people who are about to die see. Nor did I cross the stream. Most people claim to see their own bodies. Well, though I am an astrologer and a psychic, I did not see it at all. I can only tell you about what I actually saw.
There were fairies attending upon me. They said, ‘He is so cute. But he shouts and acts like a child. It seems that men are hopeless at bearing pain and that men use their egos as an armour against the slings and arrows of fate.’ They seemed to laugh at me but not mock me. Though I was strictly on the ventilator for two days, I feel I remonstrated against their remark that all men were children and couldn’t bear pain. But I am not sure of it.
Here are a few suggestions which I am passing on after going through this ordeal or process or whatever else you would like to call it. The first and most important is not that I loved and wanted to unite with God. But that I now want everybody in life to start the race of life on an equal footing. Then it depends upon their individual potential and capacity. Secondly, I feel that in the final analysis great and universal compassion is the same as supreme consciousness. Lastly, I feel that the future of mankind is definitely into travelling in space and becoming at least half robots with artificial intelligence. In short it is my conviction that we will remain partly human and partly computers. I could say much more but I believe this more or less is my real finding after my very recent brush with death. I am neither sorry nor happy that I am alive and kicking. I believe that just to be what you are is enough. You may or may not agree with it because keeping an open mind is what pleases me the most.
My son got blessings from the top industrialist of India, Shri Neeraj R. Bajaj, son of my patron Ramkrishna Bajaj for progress in life. I call Neeraj Bajaj my divine son as our relationship is at least fifty years old.
The coming back to power of the chief minister of Gujarat, Shri Vijay Rupani, was the bold and correct prediction of my son when all others were thinking that the chief minister will be changed. My son again got encouragement and blessings for progress in life and for writing this book, from the education minister of Gujarat, Shri Bhupendrasinh Chudasma, the home minister of Gujarat, Shri Pradipsinh Jadeja and the Union agriculture minister, Shri Parshottam Rupala.
My other beloved son and top industrialist of Mumbai, Shri Jimmey Mistry, gave his good wishes so that my legacy can continue in the form of my son Nastur.
courtesy: Ranvir Books”
