A Day of Divine Moments and Love : Little Things we forget to Notice

All those memories came flooding back as I listened to Lorna. The magic in those moments, the times when I felt angels and God so powerfully present, always watching over us. His love is overwhelming, so beautiful that it fills my heart to the brim, and tears flowed down my face. I reflected on the difficult experiences I’ve been through, but in the light of the strength that God and the angels give me, they no longer seem difficult at all.

I came home at 11 p.m. after celebrating Mother in Laws birthday. I had cooked a meal for her, praying to the Lord that it would turn out well—filling, healthy, and full of love—and that it would bring joy to those who ate it. Later, she sent me a long message, pouring her love into every word, so full of contentment and affection. In that moment, I felt immensely lucky. To have such a loving family, such togetherness—Aai, Avdut, Anaa—my life is so full of love and beauty. How wonderful it is when the angels sing!

As I thought about my mom in the car, I remembered her accident and the comforting messages from Papa. These were just two of many moments when God stood by us and protected us. And then Anaa, with her dream about Hanuman and her instinct that Baba wasn’t okay—it’s all magic, it’s connection. This energetic pulse that links us all, powered by love. And boy, how magnificent that love makes everything—so magical.

While riding with Avi, we traveled along old roads, reliving memories from the first year of our marriage. I had this urge to see Aajji. I asked my guides, and they told me she wasn’t there anymore, but Avi said we should follow the calling and visit her home anyway. We did, and the energy there was powerful. Her presence lingered, as if she was saying, “You came after so many years, but you came. Don’t forget my words.”

On the highway, there was so much traffic, and I didn’t want Avdut’s mom to be at home too long waiting for Anaa and her. So, I prayed for the traffic to clear, that we would reach there in five minutes. The road was jam-packed and would’ve taken hours, but it moved! Just the thought, and it moved! It made me realize how powerful thought is, how magical we are. We are such beautiful creators, but we often think negatively and get stuck in that loop. It’s like we want everyone to stay within the framework, but it’s outside that framework where we find freedom. Only when we are free outwardly can we journey within. If we remain bound by illusion, the real us will never emerge. Ah, what a wonderful day it was.

On the way back, there was a bit of traffic, and at a red light, an auto rickshaw driver behind me was honking incessantly. I thought, “Dude, the signal is red!” But he kept at it, so much so that I felt like getting out and yelling some sense into him. When the signal turned green, I told myself I’d give him the meanest look as he passed. But as he did, something unexpected happened—I saw his face. His exhaustion, the hardship he must’ve endured throughout the day, riding around in the heat, probably just wanting to clock off and head home to rest. In that moment, empathy washed over me. I realized how much pain people carry, their struggles, their bravery. My anger melted away, and I questioned why I had reacted with anger in the first place. What does it achieve? Anger, agitation, rebellion—they bring nothing. But peace, love, and acceptance—that’s where true power lies. The power of love is far stronger than rebellion. It’s a different frequency altogether, and being in that vibration, feeling another’s pain, is a beautiful space to be in.

And just as I write this, feeling as if a revelation has struck me, it starts to rain—yes, rain in October, just for a brief minute! Isn’t it amazing how in tune we are? The sheer power of love and gratitude connects us straight to the angelic realm, to the divine. And now that I know this, I ask myself—what will I do for Mother Earth with this power?

When I got home, I took a shower and lit a lamp. And guess what? A crow started cawing at 11 p.m. It was like a message from Mom, saying, “Baby, I hear you. We are always there for you.” How benevolent crows have always been! They hear what I feel, they hear my heart. I am so lucky to be surrounded by angels, guardians, and ancestors who care for me so deeply. They cradle my heart, giving me strength, reminding me of those magical times when divine power was at play, bringing those memories back as if to say, “Don’t forget this. Remember this time.”

Dear God, I love You. Thank You so much for my life, for my soul group, for the sheer wonder of being alive, for the chance to experience all of this. Oh, this heart, dear Lord—I’m lost for words. Thank You so much, I love You. Guardian angels, spirit guides, ascended masters, and all beings of higher love—I love You so much. Thank You for taking care of me, my family, and always being there. I am forever grateful to have You in my life.