Final Journey of A Karma Yogi: A Divine Odyssey

Karma Yoga is one of the four main paths of yoga outlined in Hindu philosophy, and it is explained by Lord Krishna in the Bhagavad Gita, a sacred text in Hinduism. Karma Yoga emphasizes selfless action and the performance of one's duties without attachment to the results of those actions. It teaches that by doing one's duties with dedication and without desire for personal gain, individuals can attain spiritual growth and liberation.

 

One of the key verses in the Bhagavad Gita that explains Karma Yoga is found in Chapter 2, Verse 47:

 

"Karmanye vadhikaraste Ma Phaleshu Kadachana,

Ma Karma Phala Hetur Bhur Ma Te Sangostvakarmani."

 

This verse can be translated as:

 

"You have a right to perform your prescribed duties, but you are not entitled to the fruits of your actions. Never consider yourself the cause of the results of your activities, and never be attached to not doing your duty."

 

Lord Krishna is advising Arjuna (the protagonist of the Bhagavad Gita) to carry out his duties as a warrior (his prescribed duty) without attachment to the outcomes. This detachment from the fruits of actions is central to Karma Yoga. It encourages individuals to act with a sense of duty and righteousness while surrendering the ego and personal desires. In doing so, one can attain a state of inner peace and spiritual realization.

 

In essence, Karma Yoga teaches that selfless action, performed with the right attitude, can lead to spiritual growth and ultimately, liberation from the cycle of birth and death (moksha).

 

My Father-Papa: Final Journey!

In the sterile, hushed halls of the ICU, Papa lay in a hospital bed, his once-strong body now weakened. (by pulmonary fluid retention). Tubes and monitors surrounded him, a stark contrast to the vitality he had once radiated. His room felt heavy with the weight of his condition, and the antiseptic scent seemed to underscore the seriousness of the situation. Despite the clinical setting, Papa's eyes, though dimmed by illness, held a depth of emotion that words could scarcely convey.

 

It was during this fragile moment that he whispered three words to his daughter-in-law, words so faint that they hung in the air like an enigmatic riddle. The room seemed to hold its breath as those three words defied interpretation and settled as a poignant mystery in the hearts of those who heard them.

 

As Papa bade her a clear farewell, an unspoken intuition gripped the room — this was his final goodbye. She conveyed this message to me, and I immediately made my way to his town, next afternon to his bedside. It was September 13th, and Papa's birthday was just a few days away on the 17th. When I entered the hospital room, there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes. He saw me and his grand daughter, and in that moment, it felt as if time itself had paused to honor our reunion.

 

One by one, family members began to gather. His younger son, daughter-in-law, and nephew had already been there, maintaining a vigil over him. As his two daughters arrived and my daughter and son-in-law joined us, the room began to fill with a sense of unity and purpose. Each of us carried our own memories of Papa, each one's presence a testament to the love and bond we shared with him.

 

Throughout those challenging days, my son-in-law stood steadfast by his side, a strong pillar of support. Papa’s brother, too, remained a constant support. He visited the hospital to meet papa for last time. He stood there and told Papa to recite Gayatri Mantra. Papa acknowledged his little brother’s presence by nodding his head as he could not speak. The family came together, offering solace and strength in this trying time. The room, once filled with machines beeping and nurses bustling, became a sacred space where we shared our hopes, fears, and silent prayers.

 

But the undeniable truth hung in the air — the moment of Papa's transition was drawing near. We could all feel it, a profound undercurrent of energy, a shift in the very air we breathed. It was during this pivotal moment that one of my teachers, a spiritual guru well-versed in the mysteries of the soul, connected to me over the phone. He sensed that something was wrong. He carried an aura of wisdom and serenity that seemed to soothe the turmoil in our hearts.

 

He calculated through Prashna Kundali that Papa has a short time left but he did not reveal it to me. He sensed that his end journey was ahead and suggested that we invoke Lord Krishna, the Divine Guide, to assist Papa on his path to the Spiritual Realm. My Guru guided me to whisper in Papa’s ears that Lord Krishna is Papa’s Guru. He gave a sacred mantra, to whisper it in his ears. I was at home, and his daughter-in-law stepped forward to fulfill this sacred duty. She whispered the Divine Mantra in his ears.

 

Her voice, quivering yet resolute, carried the mantra into the room like a prayer. As the syllables flowed from her lips, an extraordinary transformation began to unfold before our eyes. A radiant figure of Lord Krishna appeared at Papa's bedside, bathed in a Luminous, Divine White Light. His presence filled the room with a sense of awe and reverence, and it was as if the boundary between the mortal and the divine had dissolved.

The morning was tense. Papa was in the same condition even when my sister, brother and daughter-in-law went to meet him. As they stepped outside, there was a call from the hospital.

Sensing the Energy Shift in the room, the medical team rushed to Papa's side, their expressions reflecting a mix of astonishment and concern. Papa was about to go. His body was in distress. His daughter-in-law, her voice unwavering, requested the doctors to make Papa wait for just half an hour. She knew, with a deep, intuitive knowing, that Papa's soul was on the brink of a profound journey, and this moment was sacred beyond measure. She wanted all the family members present should meet Papa.

 

During that half-hour, an incredible transformation took place. My friend from Panama and I, who were spiritually present in the room, bore witness to Papa's soul departing his physical body. We saw a shadowy void on his hospital bed, an emptiness that seemed to absorb the room's ambient light. And then, as if guided by an unseen hand, Papa's spirit ascended above it, liberated from the confines of suffering and illness.

 

Yet, there seemed to be something that held him back, an unseen force that cried out "my boy, my baby boy." It was as though the ethereal bonds of love and attachment sought to delay his departure, as if he was not yet ready to leave behind the world he knew and loved. It was then that I made a hurried call to my brothers, including the one who was ailing and far away. They confirmed that they were indeed holding onto Papa, encouraging him to stay, perhaps hoping for one more moment, one more connection with the patriarch they revered.

 

With heavy hearts and tearful eyes, we realized that it was time to release him. The entire family gathered around his bedside, united in their decision. As they whispered words of encouragement, urging Papa to embark on his celestial journey, his soul began to shine even brighter, and the radiant light surrounding him grew more intense, as if in response to the love and support that enveloped him.

 

My daughter, with her keen perception, bore witness to a monumental sight. She saw the colossal form of Lord Krishna, His Divine Feet adorned with pink aalta, a mark of Divine Presence. Papa, in his ethereal small form, held onto Lord Krishna's index finger, a gesture of unwavering trust and surrender. Lord Krishna, dressed in his resplendent warrior attire reminiscent of the Mahabharata epic, stood ready to guide Papa to his celestial abode.

 

Together, they ascended into a celestial chariot, poised for a journey beyond the mortal realm. My mom was present near the Chariot, and she welcomed Papa. Papa was very happy to see her. The Chariot was a vision of Grandeur, a manifestation of Divine Grace. Before they vanished from our sight, my friend and I bowed in profound gratitude to Lord Krishna, thanking him for his divine presence in this sacred moment.

 

A sweet girl (my soul daughter) from Mumbai, who was a part of our collective spiritual effort, witnessed a network of Radiant Light Lines connecting family members to Papa. As he moved towards a Radiant Light, it expanded and exploded like a Brilliant Supernova, illuminating the night sky in a Dazzling Divine Display. It was as though the love and prayers of the family had ignited the very Heavens.

 

At 10:21 PM, it seemed as though Papa had embarked on his final journey. However, when morning arrived on the 17th, his birthday, he was still with us. It was as though he had been granted a grace period of a day, a brief respite before his ultimate departure. This message was conveyed and confirmed by my Panama friend.

 

His eyes sparkled with joy as he saw his grandson and his granddaughter's husband. Yet, he continued to search for "his baby boy," the missing link in his heart. This Special Day was his Birthday. His Birthday was celebrated with everyone present in the ICU. Papa’s baby boy was on video call, Papa was bewildered as to why my son was not with him. That evening, he remained stable, peacefully retiring for the night, as if he had decided to grant the family one more day of precious togetherness.

 

As the day unfolded, the mysteriously malfunctioning internet, in my room, suddenly came to life. My friend from Panama and I saw an opportunity and quickly connected. We initiated a final session with Papa, whose soul was now free and bewildered, soaring high in the clear blue sky. Time was around 10 a.m.

 

I whispered, "Now, you can go and meet your son, Papa."

To our surprise, Papa responded, "I can't."

My Panama friend and I, with hearts heavy with emotion, took his hand, leading him towards his son, who awaited him with open arms. His “baby boy” was sitting on his chair in his living room in another city. There was a balcony in front of his room.

 

I held Papa’s hand and brought Papa’s soul in front of my brother. In front of his son, Papa gently placed his hand on his son's head, tears streaming down his cheeks. He blessed him and spoke words of assurance: "All will change from now, for the better."

 His son hugged him tightly. It was time to go for Papa. My friend and I guided Papa to the balcony, where Lord Krishna awaited with his Resplendent Shiny Bright Chariot.

 

In that transcendent moment, we bowed in intense reverence, touched Lord Krishna's Divine Feet, and expressed our deepest gratitude. Brother also bowed and touched Lord Krishna’s Divine Feet. Lord Krishna's Chariot carried Papa away into the clear blue sky, like a shooting star. Our beloved papa embarked on his ultimate journey, a journey toward reunion with his near and dear ones, toward a realm of boundless love and eternal peace.

 

And as he ascended, the entire family felt a sense of peace and closure. Papa was free, reunited with his loved ones, and embraced by the Divine. The sky was filled with a Radiant Light, bearing witness to the extraordinary soul that had found its way back to the Cosmos. It was a journey like no other, a testament to the enduring power of love, faith, and spiritual connection. In the end, Papa's final journey was not just an odyssey; it was a Divine Odyssey that touched the hearts of all who were privileged to witness it.

When I reached home, my both sisters hugged me with happiness that I helped my brother meet papa as they both wanted to meet each other. Rest all was last rites rituals which were carried out smoothly where papa’s mortal body had peace on his face n a little mischievous smile on his face. This indicated that he had achieved his lifetime goals as a Karma Yogi. He had fulfilling life of 90 years. He was fortunate to see his family growing and flourishing. God Blessed him and took him in His Divine Abode.

This Final Ethereal Journey has been mentioned in many old and ancient scriptures where I and my Panama friend witnessed it happening. We viewed all that a saint, a person with high vibrational and frequency levels can witness. This also authenticates that whatever is communicated in the end note of a person’s Final Journey decides his Future Travel to the Life Beyond.

I am grateful to the Divine Higher Beings who have allowed me to be a spectator and a guide to my Papa, who has given me a life of great value and blessed me to touch the feet of Lord Krishna.

Ever grateful to My Teacher (who was instrumental in creating the connection), My Panama Friend, And my Mumbai Sweet Girl, My Soul Daughter who are witnesses to the whole Divine Journey of Papa to the Divine Realm Beyond.