A journey through devotion, grace, and the living presence of God — under the guidance of my Master, Krsna Guruji.
Intro
I never imagined that one day I would be invited to meet God.
It wasn’t a vision, nor a dream, but a moment so real that even time stood still.
In the autumn of 2009, when my Master — Krsna Guruji — asked,
“Would you like to meet Shri Ramakrishna Ji?”
I said yes, without knowing what those words truly meant.
What followed was not a journey through cities, but a journey through faith itself — one that began in the lanes of Kolkata and ended in the silent touch of the Divine.
A Newborn on the Spiritual Path
It was the year 2009.
I was just a newborn in the vast world of spirituality — barely a month into learning under the loving guidance of my Master, Krsna Guruji.
I knew nothing about what it meant to see or meet God. In truth, I didn’t even know if such a thing was possible.
One day, Guruji mentioned that he would be leaving for Kolkata to celebrate Durga Puja.
The news came suddenly, and I said nothing — though my heart sank at the thought of him being away.
Sensing my silence, he smiled and asked,
“Would you like to join me?”
That simple question changed my life.
I hadn’t taken leave from work in years, and this was to be my first-ever pilgrimage outside South India.
More importantly, I was about to witness one of the grandest expressions of devotion — the Durga Puja — where the city itself breathes in rhythm with faith, light, sweets, and the grace of traditional attire.
The City of the Divine Mother
I hadn’t taken leave in years. I got my leave approved, booked my tickets, and soon arrived in Kolkata, just in time for the final five days of the celebrations.
This was my first-ever pilgrimage outside South India, and I was both nervous and elated.
Guruji received me at the Kolkata airport. We rode through the city in an old Ambassador cab, the windows rolled down, the scent of incense and rain in the air.
I watched in awe as the city pulsed with energy — vibrant, chaotic, alive — while my Master shared stories about its sacred places.
We stayed at his foster parents’ home — Kartik and Gita Ganguly, a deeply devout Bengali couple. Their home felt like a living temple — warm, simple, and filled with faith.
Nothing compares to the intimacy of staying in a traditional home where culture, devotion, and love are lived, not spoken. Their warmth and reverence filled the air with peace.
Every corner of Kolkata shimmered with divine fervour — idols of Ma Durga adorned with gold and flowers, the air scented with incense and marigolds, and the sound of the Dhak echoing through the streets like the heartbeat of the Goddess herself.
Durga Puja Pandals: When the Goddess Danced Within
That first day was pure magic and felt surreal — one made of devotion, colour, and sound.
We visited the grand Durga Puja pandals, each one more breathtaking than the last. Every idol radiated the power and grace of the Divine Mother, crafted with such love that even the air seemed to hum with Her presence.
As the thunderous drums echoed through the evening, something stirred within me.
It was as though Ma Durga herself had entered my being, filling every cell with power and surrender.
The world around me faded; only Her presence remained.
Guruji watched me quietly, his eyes carrying that knowing smile — the smile of someone who sees the divine awakening in another.
Later, as we returned, Guruji smiled and said,
“Tomorrow, we go to Dakshineshwar. Are you ready to meet God?”
Those words sent shivers down my spine.
When he asked again,
“Would you like to meet Shri Ramakrishna Ji?”
I whispered, “Yes.”
That single word felt like a prayer — one that would soon be answered in ways beyond imagination
Restless with Anticipation.
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
“How will God look?” I wondered. “What will I say? What will I ask for?”
Until that point, my idea of God was simple — someone you go to for help, for desires, for blessings. But that night, something in me began to shift.
Belur Math: The First Blessing
The next morning, we visited Belur Math, offering prayers at the Samadhi Mandirs.
It was here that I first learned about Shri Ramakrishna, Swami Vivekananda, and the Ramakrishna Mission from my Master.
Guruji blessed me with my first scripture — The Gospel of Shri Ramakrishna.
“This marks the beginning of your spiritual journey,” he said.
From that day, every scripture I’ve received has come as a blessing from him.
Truly, no knowledge enters us without the grace of the Guru.
At that time, I understood little.
I was like a month-old child, and my Guru — like a divine mother — was carrying me through this new life.
Crossing the Ganga: The Sacred Ferry Ride
We took a ferry across the Ganga to reach Dakshineshwar.
The river shimmered beneath the morning sun; the air was filled with chants and temple bells.
As I sat beside my Master and his foster parents, a deep stillness filled my heart.
For a fleeting moment, I felt that Shri Ramakrishna and Sharada Ma were seated with us.
The world disappeared — no office, no family, no desires. Only Love.
The Temple of the Divine Mother — Kali Ma
When we reached the Dakshineshwar Kali Temple, it was overflowing with devotees. People were taking dips in the Ganga to wash away their sins.
But my Master revealed a deeper truth:
“It is not the Ganga that purifies; it is the touch of the Saint’s feet that sanctifies her.”
When Guruji’s feet touched the river, I knew within — she was purified and became even more holier.
After washing our feet, we joined the long queue for Kali Ma’s darshan.
The sun blazed above us; I wondered how long it would take.
Reading my thoughts, Guruji smiled and said,
“Don’t worry. Just watch what happens.”
We stood near the main gate — closed tight, guarded by a man who refused entry to all, even those offering bribes.
Then suddenly, he opened the gate, looked directly at us, and said,
“Go in.”
Was it coincidence? Not at all.
That’s the power of faith in the Guru — when it is unshakable, life itself becomes miraculous.
At the Feet of Kali Ma
Inside, we were pushed forward by the crowd until we stood directly before Kali Ma was exhilarating.
Her eyes were fierce yet compassionate, and felt her presence radiating energy that pierced through my being.
We offered our prayers, received kumkum and sweets as prasad, and stepped out — overwhelmed, humbled, and silent.
We then visited the twelve shrines of Shiva, the temples of Ramlala, Krishna, and Radha-Kanta. Each one vibrated with its own story, its own energy.
Finally, we reached Shri Ramakrishna’s room — which is now known by meditation place.
When God Placed His Hand on Me
The room was quiet, empty.
Guruji sat behind me as I knelt before the simple bed where Ramakrishna once lay.
I closed my eyes and began to pray — pouring out my endless list of desires and worries.
Then, without warning, I felt a hand on my head.
It was heavy — like an iron weight — yet filled with immense grace.
In that moment, everything stopped. My thoughts, my words, even my breath.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even open my eyes.
It was as though Shri Ramakrishna himself was saying:
“Stop Asking. Let go.”
And I did.
A wave of divine stillness engulfed me.
My heart overflowed with tears — not of sorrow, but of awe.
Because when God appears, you cannot ask.
You can only weep in wonder.
When I finally returned to awareness, Guruji’s hand was on my head.
He asked softly,
“What happened? Did you meet Ramakrishna Ji?”
I nodded through my tears. I had no words — only gratitude.
My heart was overflowing — I had met the Divine.
As is your faith so are your experiences.
The Eternal Touch
Even now, as I write these words, I can still feel that hand on my head — the same weight, the same peace.
That was the day faith became experience.
The moment devotion became realization.
Guru Sakshat Parabrahma — The Guru Himself is the Supreme Truth.
Without the Guru’s grace, you can never experience God — Guru is the doorway to God.
Eternally indebted to my Krsna Guruji — the light through whom I saw God.
“Grace is not something you find — it’s what finds you when you surrender.”
Author’s Note
Written by Rajashree Rao, a spiritualist walking the path of love and devotion under the divine grace of her Master, Krsna Guruji. Her writings share moments where faith becomes experience and love turns into realization — reflections of how the True Master leads one to God.
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A Note from My Heart
I hope this story opened a small window of wonder in your heart.
Every moment with Krsna Guruji carries a hidden truth — a gentle reminder that when the heart is open, grace finds its way in.
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