Some days my sister and I would be talking together in a normal way. All of a sudden she would say, “Ah, it is so beautiful, I can see such a beautiful room with flowers, and Hriday and Ahana are there.” She would say that my brother and sister, who are no longer alive, were already talking to her.
I would say, “No, they are not here. I do not want that place, I do not like that place.”
One moment she is all right, and suddenly she will see my brother Hriday and sister Ahana and a beautiful house filled with flowers. She is having a glimpse of the other world. Otherwise, she is quite normal, but weak.From:Sri Chinmoy,My express visit to India, Agni Press, 1995
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