Cracking The Shell Of The Soul

It took a head-on collision for Suzy Singh to understand that she was on Planet Earth to grow and evolve, and exitting was not an option

- Suzy Singh

Swinging playfully on the iron gates that guarded our Jaipur home, I was blissfully unaware that a forthcoming event was going to change my life forever. I will never know what prompted that monk to walk up to me, other than the idea conceived years later, that perhaps he had some kind of soul contract to awaken my superconscious memory. Smiling compassionately, he had removed the rosary made of Tulsi beads from his neck and handing them over to me, he had disappeared without saying a single word.

Thirty six years later, I still cannot fathom if he had really vanished before my eyes that day, or if I had imagined the whole thing. But strange things had started to happen after I wore that rosary. A peculiar happiness would overcome me that compelled me to hide each day in my mother’s dark store room where I would close my eyes and practice placing my attention between my eyebrows. At 15, when all my friends were reading romantic novels, I was romancing a formless entity called God. It was shortly after this event that my father’s friend gifted him the first ever spiritual text I was to read, which was quite aptly titled, The Call of the Master. Reading it further accellerated my spiritual ardour and put me firmly onto a lifelong quest for truth.

Romancing God

From then on, the universe connected me to many spiritual paths and masters in the most magical ways. People I had never met or known would invite me to attend discourses, satsangs and talks by enlightened masters. I had the opportunity to train under several renowned spiritual teachers, read rare texts and receive the gift of many healing methods. The Divine seemed to be showering His immense grace on me, and slowly but surely it was awakening my memory and purpose of incarnating on earth which was to know God and return to Him.