July 22, 2002

Having got the acceptance letter from medical school, my life has certainly been busy. I have been preoccupied planning the forthcoming trip to go to medical school, such as booking my flight, purchasing medical textbooks, etc. I wanted to know when I should book my flight as school would be starting September 1st, 2002. I need to arrive at least a week prior so that I can adjust to the new atmosphere. That would be approximately late August around the week of the 22nd. In planning to leave on this day I was also aware that the local Murugan temple in my community (that I frequently visit on Tuesdays and Fridays) was scheduled to have a Maha-Kumbabishekam for August 22, 2002 on powrnami (full-moon) day. I really would like to attend this special occassion as I have never witnessed a Maha-Kumbabishekam before in this life. But at the same time, I wanted to leave on full-moon day as it is highly recommended by the wise to undertake new ventures, such my commencement of a medical career, on auscipicous days. However, after last night’s dream I may have to delay my trip on God’s will.

Last night, I found myself dressed in a veshti and shalvey with vibhuthi streaks smeared on my forehead, arms, and chest. I noticed a few people that I recognized but for some strange reason, my attention was unusually and strongly focussed on the temple proceedings. I saw huge tents set up and yagnas in progress. There were a lot of priests chanting vedic mantras . I remember bringing with me lots of fruits as offerings for the temple. I remember seeing young brahmin boys prostrating before the senior priests. There were a lot of people present but I didn’t seem to be distracted by them at all. My gaze was focussed on the main chief priest. Whatever he needed I immediately fetched for him because my inner belief is that whoever so wears the sacred vibhuthi streaks all over his body is God himself! (I believe that God blesses me through those types of people and to them I will always prostrate in humility and affection at their feet. This point will be relevant as you read further the details of my dream.)

The main priest made numerous requests for items such as fruits, water, etc. that he needed to perform certain rites to invoke the Gods. So I frequently found myself swiftly walking back and forth fulfilling the priest’s requests. Then the priest carried with him a kumbam filled with energized water created by the vibrations of the vedic chanting and yagnas. He went over to a Ganesha vigraham and poured the sacred water on the statue. I prayed in my heart, as the priest did this, asking for God’s blessings. Then the priest went over to the next vigraham to consecrate it with the sacred water. The crowd, too, followed but for some reason I didn’t.

The reason being, as I was following the main priest something caught my attention. It was a Murugan vigraham. It was greyish in colour. I remember seeing his right hand in the Abayahara pose signifying, “Fear-not, I am here.” and the left hand extended down showing that the way to approach Him is through His feet. Bhagavan Sri Skanda also had a myol standing behind Him on the side of His right foot. I also recall seeing the Vel resting on His right shoulder. As my gaze was afixed on Murugan, I did not know what the other vigrahas were that the priest poured the water over. In fact, I completely forgot about the priest, the consecration of the other vigrahas, and the temple devotees. My feet were locked as I absorbed myself completely in admiring Sri Skanda’s beautiful form and asking Him within myself for His blessings.

Then what happened was the priest started to do the puja. Before he started He came over to me and said,”Here, hold this.” When I looked in my hands it was a brightly shining gold-statue of Ganesha! He was sparkling. He looked so beautiful [resembles the form in our prayer room — the hologram]. It was then that I was abruptly awaked by my father. My alarm clock failed to go off, or perhaps it did but I certainly did not wake up to it. My father said,”[my name], get up! It’s 5:30am. You’re going to be late for work.” I immediately got up and took a bath, did my morning prayers, ate breakfast, got dressed, and left for work. I was happy for both Sri Ganesha’s and Sri Skanda’s blessings to me last night but sad because I was awakened.

As I mulled over last night’s dream, I derived a few lessons which I should be learning from this dream:

1. The upcoming kumbabishekam for the Murugan temple on August 22, 2002 is not to be missed. It is God’s will that I be present for He will graciously extend His blessings on that day before I embark on my long journey and career in medicine.
2. As a result of this, I would undoubtebly have to reschedule my flight for some date after the 22nd of August.
3. God really does bless through people (such as priests) who wear the sacred marks of vibhuthi all over their body. Hence, I must always respect and prostrate to such people.