I saw Mother Bharati in the form of the famous painting by Abanindranath Tagore, but she was alive. Clad in saffron robes, serene and ascetic in appearance, she possessed four arms and was surrounded by a luminous halo. Her presence was calm, compassionate, sacred, and radiant. I felt immense joy, felicity, and bhakti toward her.
I also saw a woman who seemed to embody an anti-India force. She resembled Alakshmi, wearing soiled clothes and surrounded by a dark aura. Her face reflected both anger and sorrow. She appeared to know that her time had come—that she no longer had any role, influence, or power over the nation. She did not speak; she simply stared at me.
The sequence of events is now unclear, and I have forgotten many details, but these images remain vivid in my memory.
Toward the end of the dream, something happened to me and I became a small child, almost a toddler. My family members picked me up, held me in their laps, and played with me. I felt completely content, peaceful, secure, and joyful.
This is not just a dream but a dream vision. It is true to the details. Yes, Mother India is rising to reclaim Her Glory and redeem the world. The other woman is clearly the anti-divine forces whose time has come. They are angry at the rise of India’s glory and know that their hour has come.
The child is your psychic being that must have seen this profound vision. The parents are the old consciousness celebrating the psychic emergence.
Beautiful Grace.
Affectionately,
Alok Da
