Dr. Aryan Verma sat on the moon’s rocky surface, gazing at the vast cosmic canvas stretched infinitely before him. It was a night unlike any other. The stillness around him carried an unspeakable depth, an invitation into something beyond time and space. Little did he know, this night would open the gates to the unknown.
Two years had passed since his grandmother left her earthly form. Her departure had been bittersweet, shrouded in both sorrow and cosmic mystery. He recalled the helplessness of not being able to visit her frequently during her final days. The long travel distance between Earth and the moon had been an obstacle too vast to cross at will. His uncles and parents had cared for her well, but Aryan couldn’t be by her side when she was still fully conscious. The circumstances of his last visit remained etched in his memory.
On the night she passed, he and his family had been en route to Earth, but a violent space storm forced them to seek refuge at the space house of a relative—a space railway employee working on the interstellar transit routes. The raging cosmic winds and meteor showers had made travel impossible. Even their space car, with its advanced shielding, could have been torn apart in the chaos. Heavy rains of liquefied nitrogen threatened space highways, and potential landslides on floating asteroids could have made passage lethal. They had no choice but to wait till morning.
As dawn broke, the space courier arrived with an unexpected parcel—a sacred offering from a space pilgrim, a packet of holy rice grains infused with cosmic blessings. It was a divine coincidence, meant for those on the verge of leaving their physical forms, a final gift for their journey beyond. Aryan rushed with his family to his grandmother’s bedside and carefully placed the grains into her mouth. She tried to murmur something, her eyes searching for him with longing, but words failed her. Tears rolled down her frail cheeks as she tried to convey something profound. Within a few hours, she took her last breath.
Ten days later, she came to him. It was because he already had a heightened awareness, allowing him to perceive the subtle world with ease due to his recent awakening.
In his dream, an ethereal darkness surrounded him—not the absence of light, but a sentient void glowing with an enigmatic luminescence, like stardust shimmering in the depths of nothingness. It was familiar, yet otherworldly. Within this vastness, her form materialized—not solid, but an essence, a presence that spoke without words.
“I was afraid of what would happen after death,” she said. “But I am fine here.”
Aryan, immersed in the celestial dreamscape, absorbed her words with a strange clarity. Yet, he could feel the layers of attachment still binding her to the remnants of her earthly existence. Her state was vast, tranquil, and self-sustaining—like the expanse of space itself—but he could sense the imprints of her past life lingering.
“You are in a peaceful state,” he said gently. “But it is not complete liberation.”
Her presence flickered, absorbing his words. Perhaps she had reached out to him seeking confirmation—seeking to know if the holy rice grains, the blessings of the space pilgrim, had truly delivered her to salvation. He felt a deep knowing within—her journey was still unfolding, and she was seeking direction.
Then she whispered something unexpected. “Many of your ill-wishers are speaking against you behind your back.”
Aryan’s mind reeled for a moment. Even beyond life, she was protective of him. He smiled and reassured her, “You are closer to the divine than I am now. If you feel it is right, pray for my well-being.”
She agreed, and the connection between them began to fade. The glowing darkness dissipated, and Aryan awoke, drenched in the weight of something ancient and inexplicable.
Encounters Beyond the Veil
Months later, she came again—but this time, not in peace.
She appeared in a terrible state, her form reflecting the suffering she must have felt at the time of her passing. Aryan saw her sitting motionless in the verandah of their ancestral home on Earth, her eyes distant, as if weighed down by some unspoken sorrow. The vision was unsettling, foreboding. She tried to speak, but no words came.
The next day, an incident shook him. A venomous space cobra—one of the experimental specimens kept for venom research—escaped from the containment unit and slithered near the observation deck of the moon colony. His assistant barely escaped its lethal strike. Aryan couldn’t shake off the feeling that his grandmother had tried to warn him.
The Subtle Body’s Journey
As time passed, her appearances became more refined. Once, he saw her at a family gathering in a celestial dimension, surrounded by an inexplicable bliss. She seemed lighter, as if shedding the last fragments of her earthly burdens. He gently reminded her of the divine, and as if responding to an unspoken call, she slowly moved away, dissolving into the luminous air, disappearing into the grand structure of the unknown.
The last time she visited, she was radiant. Clothed in bright white, her aura shimmered with tranquility and joy. The weight she once carried was gone. She smiled at him, her presence filling him with an indescribable warmth.
“Where have you been?” she asked playfully.
“I was in Haridwar,” Aryan replied.
Her eyes twinkled with familiarity. “Have you not been there before?”
He understood what she meant. Haridwar, the gateway to liberation on Earth, mirrored something deeper—her journey beyond. She walked past him, stepping through the doors of their ancestral home, her form dissolving into the golden light. And then, she was gone.
Beyond the Known
Aryan sat in his meditation chamber on the moon, absorbing the cosmic revelations his grandmother had gifted him. Life and death, dream and reality, the physical and the astral—everything was intricately woven in a tapestry beyond human comprehension.
He had once questioned the validity of dream visitations, but no more. The soul, unbound by physical limitations, continued its journey, reaching out across dimensions, seeking closure, guidance, and connection. Whether it was the space pilgrim’s holy rice, his grandmother’s karmic unfoldment, or the sheer force of love, something had tethered them across realms.
He closed his eyes, surrendering to the boundless cosmos. Somewhere, out in the vastness, she was still traveling—perhaps watching over him, perhaps soaring towards the final liberation.
And in that thought, he found peace.
Demystifying Kundalini 