I never set out to find God.
All I ever truly wanted was clarity peace and the courage to speak my truth in a world that often
misunderstands it.
But when the Divine decides to meet you really meet you He doesnt knock gently. He sends signs.
He rips away the veil between the worlds.
And sometimes... He enters through your breath, your dreams, and even through a priests quiet
gesture.
The Temple That Chose Me
A few days ago, I found myself in a Shiva temple.
Surrounded by devotees, it seemed like just another visit and yet, something felt different. A
stillness hung in the air, as if time had slowed... as if something unseen was watching me closely.
Then it happened.
The pundit, standing at a distance, called out not to the crowd, but directly to me. With a subtle
gesture, he beckoned me inside. He guided me through the rituals personally, away from the
masses.
I hadnt asked. I hadnt expected.
But in that moment, something ancient stirred within me.
As if Shiva Himself whispered:Come closer. You are ready.
Dreams That Burned Away the Old
That night, I dreamt of a powerful, fierce man wielding a trishul.
He struck me the weapon piercing my throat.
I woke up gasping... only to glance at my phone and see 555 flashing on the screen.
It was no ordinary dream.
I had recently prayed to Shiva, seeking help with my throat chakra yearning for clarity, for the
courage to express my truth.
The trishul wasnt an attack. It was a sacred initiation.
A divine surgery.
And 555?
It was the Universes signature:
Transformation is here.
The Innocent Masculine & The White Shivling
Another dream followed.
This time, a male child appeared eating a banana.
An image so simple, yet symbolically rich innocence, nourishment, perhaps the gentle awakening of
my inner masculine energy.
Then I saw it a white Shivling, glowing softly.
And a serene, guru-like voice spoke:Mandir nahi jate... jal nahi chadhate.
At first, it puzzled me. But the message became clear:
Shiva was guiding me away from rituals and toward essence. Away from external action and into
inner alignment.
That white Shivling wasnt in a temple.
It was within me.
The Final Blow Shot in the Stomach
A few nights later, another dream arrived.
A man shot me the bullet hitting my stomach, the energetic center of ego, control, and fear.
But instead of death, I felt release.
A peeling away of illusion.
A precise unraveling of something false.
It wasnt violence.
It was rebirth.
Shiva wasnt punishing me.
He was completing the cleansing from the inside out.
I Believe, Because Ive Seen
You cant prove God to anyone.
But you can live in a way that makes others feel He is real.Ive experienced Shiva not in stone statues or ancient scriptures
but in energy, in synchronicities, in dreams that guide,
and in strangers who became divine messengers.
And if He could call someone like me from a crowd...
touch my throat with a trishul of light...
and wake me exactly when 555 flickers across my screen...
Then maybe just maybe God isnt waiting in the skies.
He is already here
In us
Kaanta Chowdhhury
Spiritual Explorer | Story Teller