Christmas Gift (Experience of E.E.Dickinson.) Christmas greetings to all the readers.
Many salutations to Sadhguru. On the spiritual path, the Guru does not arrive by chance. By divine design, the seeker waits, guided by unseen hands, until the destined Master appears. As a five-year-old child in a small village of Nebraska, E. E. Dickinson was drowning in a deep pond. At the edge of life, a miracle unfolded— a radiant sphere of rainbow light and within it, a serene figure, smiling, blessing, assuring protection. Moments later, a branch reached his grasp, and life was restored. Twelve years passed. In September 1893, in Chicago, walking toward the World Parliament of Religions, Dickinson saw the same luminous presence again. It entered a great hall and vanished. Inside, upon the stage, sat Swami Vivekananda. After the historic address, Vivekananda smiled at the young seeker like an old and loving friend. Reading his unspoken longing, the Swami said gently: “I am not your Guru. Your Guru will come later. He will give you a silver bowl and shower upon you blessings...