I write this with a deep sense of gratitude and reflection on the fact that I am still alive today.
I can still hear the doctor’s words echoing in my ears: “His life will be in a wheelchair.”
It was four years ago, on a summer day, when my family and I moved from Mumbai to our
hometown, Palakkad in Kerala, to spend the holidays with my maternal cousins. Little did I
know that this trip would change the course of my destiny.
I was playing indoors with my cousins, filled with joy and laughter. When the indoor games
got repetitive, my father suggested I play outside and get some fresh air. I wasn’t feeling well
that day and refused. A few days later, my mother noticed me walking sideways and asked
me about it. I brushed it off, saying, “This is how I walk.” But I knew something wasn’t
right—I was in pain and struggling to walk. Still, I chose to remain silent. I didn’t want to
burden or worry my parents.
The next day, my father insisted I go to the playground and asked me to run a lap. I had no
choice. I finally surrendered and admitted that I couldn’t run and was in immense pain.
Alarmed, my father immediately took me to a nearby hospital, where we consulted an
orthopedic specialist. He advised me to take an X-ray.
That’s when I was diagnosed with osteonecrosis—a condition with no specific medication,
only the option of joint replacement surgery. Even then, he said there was no guarantee that
I’d walk like others. He warned that I might end up in a wheelchair. When he took a family
history, we found that two of my maternal cousins had suffered from the same disease and
were wheelchair-bound. His words broke me. I lost all hope. My parents were heartbroken
too but didn’t know what to do.
One evening, as I sat hopelessly in the corridor, my mother came running to me with a spark
in her eyes. She had learned about a meditation technique called Sun, Moon, Star (SMS)
Meditation, which, she said, had healed many people. At first, I was skeptical—What could
this do that medical science couldn’t? But a part of me was willing to try.
I attended Guruji’s class and explained my condition. He listened patiently, smiled, and said,
“Surrender yourself to the universe and you will be healed.” I was surprised—how could he
be so confident when even a doctor wasn’t? He then gave me specific instructions: I had to sit
in front of the Sun, with my hands clasped and eyes closed for 45 minutes, without moving,
no matter what happened. I followed his instructions.
During the meditation, I felt a strange vibration inside me. After finishing, I noticed that my
pain had significantly reduced—I could walk more easily. I was stunned. That same evening,
I did the Moon meditation: 45 minutes, same posture, but with eyes open.
What happened during that meditation still gives me goosebumps. I saw what looked like an
operation theatre in the sky, with doctors and nurses. I was wearing the same clothes I had
worn during the meditation. One doctor pulled my shirt slightly aside and made an incision
on the lower left side of my stomach. I felt the pain. I wanted to move but couldn’t. I was
terrified. After some time, they stitched the cut, and just then, an alarm rang. I jolted awake,
searched for a wound—but there was none.
The next day, I visited the doctor again. After examination, he said there were no signs of
osteonecrosis. I was in awe. In the next meditation session, I shared my experience with
Guruji. He told me what I had experienced was astral surgery.
That moment changed everything. Though it was a painful journey, I now feel blessed to
have met my Guru. I have been practicing this meditation ever since.
During that time, my father also lost his job in Mumbai due to the second wave of
COVID-19. Guruji not only supported us emotionally and spiritually but also gave my father
a job in the ashram. Despite living in a rented house himself and relying solely on the
contributions of his disciples, he offered us a place to stay and took care of all our needs.
I cannot thank him enough. “Thank you” seems too small for what he has done for us.
Last year, I received the heartbreaking news that one of my cousins, who had the same
condition, had passed away. I was devastated but also deeply thankful to the universe for
giving me a second chance at life.
It is our pride and fortune to have a guru like Thasmai Guruji. Let us recognize and support
him in reestablishing righteousness in our country.
