Dreams!!

6th Feb 2018

Saw a twister in my dream today, me and Deepa were sitting near the window of RVP2 hoping it will pass by, but it did not and we were flying with our flat.
I was singing "Panchi banu udta firu mast gagan mai"
I woke up and found my head on the other side of the bed and the weather was gloomy.

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7th Feb 2018

We were in Kota Talwandi, a mesile was shot at us. but it did not blow.
I went closeto it and saw it was a toy.

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9th Feb 2018

Was cooking fulkas and prathas for mummy papa as they were in Pune. Deepa had refused to help. Same time tank overflow water was coming inside our flat. 

Fulkas i made but papa wanted paratha which I was struggling to make for some reason.

A wing some batchlors were putting a cable streaching from D and others were fighting with them.

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14th Feb 2018

Playing season ball cricket at CTAE

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19th Aug, 2025

I had a vision, just for a fraction of a second, that I was a wrestler who died in March 1983.

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20th Aug, 2025

I was in a jungle, standing at the bank of a river. On the other side, at the edge of a hill, there was a temple. I knew that Mummy and Papa were living there.
I walked along the riverbank, crossed a bridge, and climbed the stairs leading up to the temple.

The temple had so many monks with maroon gown and big statue of golden lion.

I saw Mummy first, and then Papa.
I could actually see her face and hands. She said, “Although we are very happy here, for us to go ahead, you need to move on.”
I understood what she meant.

I saw Papa standing behind her, watching me and smiling.
I said, “I will try. But if I can’t, you wait — we will go ahead together.”

I remember we sat together and talked for long time.

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2nd Sep, 2025

Today's connection was very strong and deep.
I was in the hills, in snow. Our house was completely white, covered in snow, and a birthday party was happening. When I went inside the house, I saw people in the veranda having snacks.

As I walked further inside, I noticed the stairs going up. I went upstairs and entered a room where someone was sick. My mother and Masi were there, along with a few others I didn’t recognize.

Masi wasn’t happy because I had a party even though she was unwell. But my mom was happy — she wanted to hold my hand.

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30th Aug

I had a vision of being in the durbar of a king, watching the proceedings unfold.

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November 4th, 2025

Strong visions don’t come often, but when they do, they are incredibly powerful. I had one today. In it, we lived in a village along the sea coast. All the men would go deep into the sea for fishing. I saw us trying to push the boat into the water so the men could head out to fish.

We were all fair-skinned and dressed in old-style traditional clothes. The people I saw and recognized included my father—one of the fishermen—my mother, my current mother as our neighbour, Deepa as my sister, and the little one as my closest friend. Their fathers were fishermen too. We were all kids, playing around. The day was bright and sunny.

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Born from Fire, Freed by Love !!

The Bird Who Learned to Fly Again

(A Story of Love, Pain, and Finding Herself)

Long ago, deep in the silent forests of the Himalayas, there lived two birds who loved each other more than life itself. They built their nest with care, shared every sunrise and sunset, and after much waiting, laid a single precious egg — their dream, their hope, their future.

They guarded it with all the warmth and affection they had. But destiny can be cruel. One summer, a wildfire swept through the forest, devouring everything in its path. The two birds tried to protect their home, but in their desperate attempt, they lost their lives — leaving the fragile egg behind.

When the flames faded, the egg miraculously survived. Perhaps it was the last warmth of the dying fire, or maybe it was love refusing to die — but the egg cracked open, and out came a trembling little bird. She was alone, terrified, and weak.

But somewhere in the depth of her tiny heart, she remembered the comforting hum of her parents’ voices echoing from her time inside the shell — “Stay strong, little one… live.”

And so, she tried.
She fell, she failed, she cried, but she tried again. Slowly she learned to fly, to find food, to exist in a world that had taken everything from her. Seasons passed, and the fragile chick grew into a breathtaking bird — vibrant, graceful, and admired by everyone who saw her.

Yet behind her colors was an ache — the ache of loneliness. She longed for connection, for someone who would understand her heart.

One day, as she soared over a meadow, she saw a golden cage glinting in the sunlight. Inside stood a fowler, watching her with gentle eyes. She knew the danger, yet something about him drew her close. Maybe it was his kindness, or maybe it was her longing to be seen. She entered the cage — not out of weakness, but out of hope.

At first, life felt warm again. The fowler spoke softly, promised care, and made her believe she had finally found the love she was searching for. She felt safe, even in the confines of that golden cage. She even performed song and dance for only for him as she was deeply in love.

But love soon turned unpredictable. The same man who once admired her began to doubt her. He would praise her one moment and belittle her the next. He would leave the cage open to test her loyalty — watching to see if she would fly away.

And each time, she did. Hurt, confused, and aching. But her love pulled her back, again and again. She kept apologizing for things she didn’t do, hoping he’d see the truth of her heart. But he never did.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. The cycle of love and pain repeated, and the bird began to lose pieces of herself — her laughter, her song, her light.

Until one morning, the fowler, in another burst of anger, flung open the cage once more and told her to leave.

This time, she didn’t cry.
She didn’t beg.
She didn’t wait for him to change.

She simply spread her wings and flew — quietly, gracefully, without looking back.

As she rose higher into the sky, the wind touched her feathers, whispering freedom. For the first time, she felt weightless — not because she was flying, but because she had finally let go.

She realized that love is never meant to cage you. It is meant to help you soar. She didn’t hate the fowler; she simply understood that he was part of her journey — the chapter that taught her the value of her own wings.

Her parents’ voices echoed again within her: “You are never truly alone. You carry us in your strength.”

And that day, she smiled — not for anyone else, but for herself.

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Lesson:

Sometimes life breaks you to show you your own strength.
Sometimes love wounds you so you can learn self-respect.
And sometimes walking — or flying — away is not loss, but liberation.

The bird learned the hardest truth of all:
The deepest love you can ever find… is the one you have for yourself.

Story By - Neel

PLR Session 2 - Somnath Ji

My Second PLR Experience 

It started with me being on a beach — this time at Somnath ji in Gujarat. I recognized it instantly, a place I had visited with my parents when I was around 4 or 5 years old. The sand was brown, the sea stretched endlessly, and I remembered how terrified I had been seeing the ocean for the first time.

It was evening. My mother was beside me, wearing a black sari with big flowers, looking so beautiful as she held my hand, smiling and enjoying the sunset. My father was gently explaining to me that there was nothing to fear. We walked together on the wet sand — at first, I disliked the feeling, but slowly I got used to it. Both of them held my hands as we strolled toward the end of the beach, where we came upon a temple of Bholenath.

We went inside for darshan. I remember seeing Nandi clearly, freshly bathed, with people worshiping. We too joined them, and the feeling was pure joy and safety. Outside, a cycle rickshaw was waiting. I slept on my mother’s lap during the ride, listening faintly to my parents talking about me. Back at the hotel, I freshened up, and my mother dressed me in a white pajama-kurta before dinner. The hotel was old-style but clean and tidy. Dinner was a thali, homely in taste. I was cranky and sleepy, reluctant to eat, but my parents laughed and talked about me while making sure I did.

That night, I slept with my mother’s hand on my chest and head, while my father rested in another bed close by. I felt completely safe, certain that life would always remain like this.

But late in the night, a black smoke entered from the big window. It pulled me away while my parents slept. I tried to shout but couldn’t. I was lifted over the city lights until I was dropped into a jungle. The smoke whispered that from here, I would have to walk alone.

Unlike before, I wasn’t scared this time. I picked up a stick and started moving forward, clearing the bushes. Soon I reached the familiar riverbank, with a Buddhist-like temple on the other side. I remembered meeting my parents there once before, so I searched for the bridge that had helped me cross.

Now I was no longer a child, but a grown man. I crossed the bridge, climbed a hundred steps, and entered the temple. I looked for my parents but couldn’t find them. Still, I could sense them — my mother especially, happy and content. Around me were monks in red robes, their faces glowing with joy. There was also a statue of a lion, radiating happiness. I sat for a while, absorbing the peace.

Eventually, I left the temple and found myself at my home, in the middle of a farm, with cows and dogs around. I was older now. Sitting on a rocking chair on the porch, I heard my wife’s voice from inside: “Did you find them?” I replied with a sense of calm, “No, it seems they have moved on.” She simply said, “Let’s have dinner.”

I called my son, who was working in the fields. Just then, some men approached him with weapons. I picked up my gun and went to protect him. It was some kind of land dispute. There was tension and argument, but nothing serious happened, and we returned home. My wife was relieved. My son went to freshen up. My daughter, already married with kids, lived nearby and was on her way with her family for dinner. Life felt complete and secure.

But suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Breathless, I collapsed from the rocking chair. As I left my body, I floated upward. I saw my daughter’s family rushing in, screaming, but I only looked up into the sky.

And then I saw her — my mother’s face, smiling gently, her hand resting on my cheek. My father was there too, preparing for another birth. I knew I was also ready. Both of them were happy. And in that moment, I too felt deeply happy, content, and satisfied.

PLR Session 1 - The Sisters

 My First PLR Experience

After reading Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian Weiss, I felt deeply drawn toward past life regression (PLR). My migraine doctor told me that he could guide me through the process, and I was excited to try it. He explained that the root cause of my health issues might be hidden in my subconscious, and PLR could help bring resolution.

I prepared for the session by answering all the questions he asked me. At the core, I wanted to understand why I often felt alone, neglected, unable to form lasting friendships, and why my parents had left me so early.

On the evening of 17th August, I went to the doctor’s clinic for my first session.

The moment came. I lay down on a sofa, the lights dim. Despite the noise outside, he reassured me it wouldn’t disturb the process. I trusted him completely—trust, after all, was the foundation of PLR. Step by step, he guided me into deep relaxation, until my body felt so heavy that I knew I would fall if not for the sofa beneath me.

He asked me to visualize my most special place, and I instantly found myself at the CTAE ground in Udaipur. I felt the air, the openness, and allowed myself to drift deeper. Soon, he asked me to walk forward, through a jungle. As I did, I sensed that my father was following me, ensuring I was safe.

Then he asked me to imagine a bridge. I saw a wooden one, but fear took over—I couldn’t cross it. I felt small, shivering, terrified. Behind me stood my father, encouraging me to go ahead. I begged him to come with me, but he shook his head.

“You have been too weak and timid,” he said. “You need to grow strong and lead your life yourself. That’s the wish of your mother too.”

I broke down crying. Barefoot, dressed in a torn gown, I struggled. But with my father’s blessings, I finally stepped ahead, watching him bid me goodbye.

Through tears, pain, and dark woods, I emerged on the other side into a vast ground of yellow grass. Suddenly, a bubbly little girl grabbed my hand. Laughing, she asked, “Why are you crying?” She pulled me to run and play with her. I followed, and soon saw her wooden house in the middle of the field.

Her parents welcomed me kindly, and when she asked if I could live with them, they smiled and said yes. For the first time, I felt relieved—though the sadness of missing my parents still lingered.

But soon another figure appeared: an elder girl, watching us from behind. She was not happy to see me holding the little one’s hand. We both understood her disapproval, but I couldn’t let go of the child.

That night, they fed me simple food—mashed potatoes, boiled vegetables. I searched for meat, but none was there. After dinner, we slept together, the little one in the middle, the elder and I on either side. The little one turned toward me, resting her hand gently on my cheek. For the first time in a long while, I felt safe.

But safety was short-lived. Suddenly, a great flood came, may be a dam broke because of a cloud burst. Water rushed in, drowning the little one and her parents. Only the elder sister and I survived.

We were taken to a refugee camp. The elder girl wept constantly and fell sick, but I promised to take care of her. Gradually, she recovered. She nurtured me, stood by me, while I—broken by the loss—slipped into despair.

In that life, I drowned my sorrow in alcohol. Eventually, I died young. But before I left, I carried gratitude in my heart for the elder sister who had cared for me. I wished that in her future life she would have many friends, so she would never feel lonely.

As I passed, I was told: you must learn to let go and move on. Because I failed to do so, I would need to be reborn, to face similar lessons again.

And so I understood:

• I lost my parents again in this life because their souls wanted me to move on.

• I married Deepa, because she is the elder one from that life, and I had to repay her.

• And the little one—the soul I felt such a deep connection with—remains the hidden question in my present life.

Power of atorny

मुख्तारनामा आम

मैं नीलाभ ठाकोर आयु 40 वर्ष पुत्र स्व. डॉ ब्रिज बिहारी लाल ठाकोर  पुत्र स्व. श्री फणी भूषण ठाकोर जाती ब्राह्मण निवासी D 704 राजवीर पैलेस फेज 2 पिम्पले सौदागर , कुनाल आइकॉन रोड पुणे (महाराष्ट्रा) 411027 का हूँ |

यह कि मेरे स्वर्गीय दादाजी स्व श्री फणी भूषण ठाकोर  का एक मकान जिसका भूखंड  संख्या वर्तमान में 194 A   अटाला स्कीम है, तथा. आवंटन के समय 5 -अयला स्कीम या एमबीएस हॉर्पिटल के सामने सिविल लाइन्स  कोटा राजस्थान मै स्थित है। जिसकी भूमि की पैमाईश 6318  वर्गफुट है। यह कि उक्त मकान से भूखण्ड को स्व. श्री फणीभूषण ठाकोर ने सिटी इम्प्रूवमेंट ट्रस्ट कोटा  से क्रय करने के पश्चात्‌ निर्मित कराया है, जिस पर उनके स्वर्गवास के पश्चात्‌ उनके उत्तरादिकारियों का कब्जा चला आ रहा है। चूंकि हमें मकान का नगर निगम कोटा से पट्टा  प्राप्त करना है एवं इस संबंध में
अन्य आवश्यक कार्य पूर्ण करने है और (मैं  कोटा से बाहर निवास करता हूं) इसलिए इस संबंध में किये जाने वाले कार्य  को पूर्ण करने में मुझे अत्यंत असुविधा होती है, इसलिये मैं उपरोक्त वर्णित मकान में मेरे  अविभाजित  सम्मिलित हक के संबंध में समस्त प्रकार के आवश्यक कार्य पूर्ण करने के लिये मेरे चचाजी श्री  राकेश कुमार ठाकोर आयु 71  वर्ष, आत्मज स्व0 श्री फणीभूषण जाति ब्राह्मण मिवासी- म॑ नं. 36, बालाजी नगर, मनवाखेड़ा , उदयपुर, राजस्थान आधार क्रमांक  552245912457 व पैन नंबर AAPPT5852L  को अपना मुख्तारआम नियुक्त करता हूं और अधिकृत करता हूं. कि मेरे मुखतारआम उक्त मकान का पट प्राप्त करने हेतु आवेदन करें, इस क्रम में शपथ पत्र, अण्डर्टेकिंग या अन्य दस्तावेज नगर निगम /नगर विकास न्यास / अन्य सक्षम अधिकारी के यहां प्रस्तुत करें, दस्तावेजों पर अपने हस्ताक्षर करें, पट्टा प्राप्ति हेतु राशि जमा करें, जमा राशि वापिस प्राप्त करें, मुख्तारआम स्वयं के नाम पर अथवा आवश्यकता होने पर हमारे नाम पर पट्टा प्राप्त करें, पट्टे पर अपने हस्ताक्षर करें, पट्टे की पंजीयन संबंधी समस्त कार्यवाहियां अपने हस्ताक्षर से पूर्ण करें एवं इस मकान को विक्रय करें, विक्रय प्रतिफल प्राप्त करें, आगिम भुगतान प्राप्त करें, विक्रय पत्र, विक्रय अनुबन्धी पत्र निष्पादित करें, विक्रय पत्र के पंजीयन संबंधी कार्यवाहियां सम्बंधित उपपंजीयक के समक्ष पूर्ण करें तथा इस मकान को विक्रय करने के क्रम में जो भी कार्यवाहियां पूर्ण करनी हो वह सभी अपने हस्ताक्षरों से पूर्ण करने को
मुख्तारआम अधिकृत होंगे। इस मकान के संबंध में यदि कोई विवाद उत्पन्न होता है या कोई कार्यवाही करना, आवश्यक होता है तो मुख्तारआम सक्षम न्यायालय अथवा कार्यालय में अपने हस्ताक्षरों से वाद पत्र प्रस्तुत करने, प्रतिवाद पत्र प्रस्तुत करने, साक्ष्य प्रस्तुत करने, सक्षम पत्र प्रस्तुत करने, प्रार्थना पत्र प्रस्तुत करने, वकील नियुक्त करने आदि समस्त कार्यो को संपन्‍न करने को अधिकृत होंगे। इस मकान को किराये पर देने, किरायेदार के पक्ष में किरायानामा आलेखित करने, किराया राशि प्राप्त करने, मकान को खाली करने, मकान पर कब्जा प्राप्त करने, आवश्यकता होने पर किययेदार के विरूद्व सक्षम न्यायालय में कार्यवाही करने, रसीद जारी करने आदि समस्त कार्यो
को मुख्तारआम अपने हस्ताक्षर से पूर्ण करने को अधिकृत होंगे।

यह कि मुख्तारआम को अपने हस्ताक्षरोँ से इस उपरोक्त वर्णित मकान के संबंध में व समस्त कार्यवाहियां करने के अधिकार प्राप्त हाँगे जो कार्यवाहियां मैं स्वयं उपस्थित होकर अपने हस्ताकषरों से पूर्ण करने को अधिकृत हूँ, तथा मुख्तारआम द्वारा की गई समस्त प्रकार की कार्यवाहियां मेरी ओर से की हुई मानी जाएगी तथा उक्त कार्यवाहियों से मै पूर्णरूप से पाबंद रहूँगा ।

अतः यह मुख्तारनामा आम मैने मेरी स्वैच्छा एवं रिथर बुद्धि से बिना किसी दबाव के निष्पादित कर दिया है, जो सनद रहे व वक्‍त जरूरत काम आवे।

स्थान - पुणे                                                                                     हस्ताक्षर 

                                                                                                   हस्ताक्षर मुख्तारआम   

दिनांक 

गवाह 

१. 

 

२.

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मुख्तारनामा आम

मैं श्रीमती परुलता ठाकोर  आयु 70 वर्ष पत्नी स्व. डॉ ब्रिज बिहारी लाल ठाकोर  पुत्र स्व. श्री फणी भूषण ठाकोर जाती ब्राह्मण निवासी 3 क 56 हिरण मगरी सेक्टर 5 की हूँ

यह कि मेरे स्वर्गीय ससुर स्व श्री फणी भूषण ठाकोर  का एक मकान जिसका भूखंड  संख्या वर्तमान में ॥94 - ए  है तथा. आवंटन के समय 5 -अयला स्कीम या एमबीएस हॉर्पिटल के सामने सिविल लाइन्स  कोटा राजस्थान मै स्थित है। जिसकी भूमि की पैमाईश 6318  वर्गफुट है। यह कि उक्त मकान से भूखण्ड को स्व. श्री फणीभूषण ठाकोर ने सिटी इम्प्रूवमेंट ट्रस्ट कोटा  से क्रय करने के पश्चात्‌ निर्मित कराया है, जिस पर उनके स्वर्गवास के पश्चात्‌ उनके उत्तरादिकारियों का कब्जा चला आ रहा है। चूंकि हमें मकान का नगर निगम कोटा से पट्टा  प्राप्त करना है एवं इस संबंध में
अन्य आवश्यक कार्य पूर्ण करने है और (मैं  कोटा से बाहर निवास करती हूं) मेरी उम्र अधिक होने के कारण मुझे इस संबंध में किये जाने वाले कार्य  को पूर्ण करने में मुझे अत्यंत असुविधा होती है, इसलिये मैं उपरोक्त वर्णित मकान में मेरे  अविभाजित  सम्मिलित हक के संबंध में समस्त प्रकार के आवश्यक कार्य पूर्ण करने के लिये मेरे देवर श्री  राकेश कुमार ठाकोर आयु 71  वर्ष, आत्मज स्व0 श्री फणीभूषण जाति ब्राह्मण मिवासी- म॑ नं. 36, बालाजी नगर, मनवाखेड़ा , उदयपुर, राजस्थान आधार क्रमांक  552245912457 व पैन नंबर AAPPT5852L  को अपना मुख्तारआम नियुक्त करता हूं और अधिकृत करता हूं. कि मेरे मुखतारआम उक्त मकान का पट प्राप्त करने हेतु आवेदन करें, इस क्रम में शपथ पत्र, अण्डर्टेकिंग या अन्य दस्तावेज नगर निगम /नगर विकास न्यास / अन्य सक्षम अधिकारी के यहां प्रस्तुत करें, दस्तावेजों पर अपने हस्ताक्षर करें, पट्टा प्राप्ति हेतु राशि जमा करें, जमा राशि वापिस प्राप्त करें, मुख्तारआम स्वयं के नाम पर अथवा आवश्यकता होने पर हमारे नाम पर पट्टा प्राप्त करें, पट्टे पर अपने हस्ताक्षर करें, पट्टे की पंजीयन संबंधी समस्त कार्यवाहियां अपने हस्ताक्षर से पूर्ण करें एवं इस मकान को विक्रय करें, विक्रय प्रतिफल प्राप्त करें, आगिम भुगतान प्राप्त करें, विक्रय पत्र, विक्रय अनुबन्धी पत्र निष्पादित करें, विक्रय पत्र के पंजीयन संबंधी कार्यवाहियां सम्बंधित उपपंजीयक के समक्ष पूर्ण करें तथा इस मकान को विक्रय करने के क्रम में जो भी कार्यवाहियां पूर्ण करनी हो वह सभी अपने हस्ताक्षरों से पूर्ण करने को
मुख्तारआम अधिकृत होंगे। इस मकान के संबंध में यदि कोई विवाद उत्पन्न होता है या कोई कार्यवाही करना, आवश्यक होता है तो मुख्तारआम सक्षम न्यायालय अथवा कार्यालय में अपने हस्ताक्षरों से वाद पत्र प्रस्तुत करने, प्रतिवाद पत्र प्रस्तुत करने, साक्ष्य प्रस्तुत करने, सक्षम पत्र प्रस्तुत करने, प्रार्थना पत्र प्रस्तुत करने, वकील नियुक्त करने आदि समस्त कार्यो को संपन्‍न करने को अधिकृत होंगे। इस मकान को किराये पर देने, किरायेदार के पक्ष में किरायानामा आलेखित करने, किराया राशि प्राप्त करने, मकान को खाली करने, मकान पर कब्जा प्राप्त करने, आवश्यकता होने पर किययेदार के विरूद्व सक्षम न्यायालय में कार्यवाही करने, रसीद जारी करने आदि समस्त कार्यो
को मुख्तारआम अपने हस्ताक्षर से पूर्ण करने को अधिकृत होंगे।

यह कि मुख्तारआम को अपने हस्ताक्षरोँ से इस उपरोक्त वर्णित मकान के संबंध में व समस्त कार्यवाहियां करने के अधिकार प्राप्त हाँगे जो कार्यवाहियां मैं स्वयं उपस्थित होकर अपने हस्ताकषरों से पूर्ण करने को अधिकृत हूँ, तथा मुख्तारआम द्वारा की गई समस्त प्रकार की कार्यवाहियां मेरी ओर से की हुई मानी जाएगी तथा उक्त कार्यवाहियों से मै पूर्णरूप से पाबंद रहूंगी ।

अतः यह मुख्तारनामा आम मैने मेरी स्वैच्छा एवं रिथर बुद्धि से बिना किसी दबाव के निष्पादित कर दिया है, जो सनद रहे व वक्‍त जरूरत काम आवे।

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