Meghan’s Life Story
In the beginning of time, a large, hot melted ball condensed into a solid that circumferenced the sun of this solar system.
I remember the space ships that dropped a bunch of us. I remember walking into the dead brown mud that swallowed us like the quick sand…we went straight into the hard mantle to bring consciousness to the womb centre of the earth.
My next memory is of erupting like a tiny bud, almost pulpy and fully green like the Jade plant… perhaps the first plant species on earth.
In the parallel manifestation, I also remember a large gathering of organically evolving substances.. floating in the water and longing for the land.
Next flash I have is of a turtle beginning to swim out of the water and being told by the other turtles that -it is not possible. The next memory of me is not just coming out of the water and staying alive, but trotting into the sand and climbing & hanging at the tip of a stunted shrub and peaking up into the sky with a dream in my eyes.. I remember yearning for wings!
Cut to: Krishna Leela: a picture comic book I used to read daily as a five year-old, late at night, secretly sitting on my tiny little desk in the kitchen area of my house in Delhi! Krishna was the only real friend I had at that age!
Cut to age 14. calling my mother on a landline phone from the boarding school and revealing step-by-step the disease and the death of my grandmother. and six months later, she was diagnosed with cancer, and by the time I finished high school and went back home everything I had seen and spoken on phone, had come true…she passed away just as I had predicted, that was my first encounter with death.
Cut back to class five! Until I was 10 years old I did not speak much at all! The school, family, relatives, neighbourhood kids took me to be an invisible, extremely shy and submissive girl who nobody had ever seen talking. I did not speak because I chose not to speak. because there was nothing worth speaking about.. all that I observed around me, only showed to me the worst horizons of ignorance and falsehood that humans indulged in.
I stayed mostly shocked with what I witnessed and could give mental words to those thoughts only after growing up. It seemed to me that either people were living a half awake life, like a comatose, fainted life, or they were seeped in manipulations and battles of the ego, just trying to hide or fight their own internal traumas and desires. It seemed that everything was warped, and all the million years of evolution had gone wasted. That, despite the fact that those of us decided to forget out star seed origin and live through cycles of cause & effect in the grammar of earth and gave up our own individual soul journey for such a long-long time, the human species were more fallible than the DNA combinations were designed to pan out in the first template made for the human genome.
The inevitable stark realization of that disastrous reality made me not want to do anything. A little girl looking up at the stars from an empty terrace of her house and feeling painfully alone, while children ran around squealing and playing on the lane below and the adults went around with their business. I wanted to die. All the poems that I wrote from age 5 to 10 are all about me wanting to die.
…and in the parallel world, my consciousness was held by the coded memories of the previous experiments and adventures of the civilisations : the Atlantis, the Lemuria, the Egyptians and the Mayans, the natives and the Shamans.
Most of my childhood was deeply immersed in art & literature…that was my sanctuary! painting, reading, writing and dancing- this is where I felt alive…. Every single day of my childhood was happy only if I came home from school and spent hours dancing in front of the mirror… and stopping randomly… staring into my eyes.. and teleporting through the mirror into another realm… where there was purity and peace… it was the arts that kept me alive… or the world of the books that I devoured like a starved desert dweller who had finally found an oasis… I read in every free hour: novels, stories, comics, mythology…topics and subjects way beyond my age and when nothing good was around, I would lay down on the bed and marvel at the creation of words… my love for an english dictionary or thesaurus was what astonished guests the most perhaps…all I knew was that I needed answers and only knowledge could satiate me…humans, directly could not fulfil my curiosity!
I started to speak around age 10 after I joined a children’s theatre workshop. I loved the fact that it was possible- that it was possible to create a drama based on this human horror: this world that they had created. And that it was possible to change that truth with full conviction and passion on the stage…and create an alternate mandate for living!
Cut to a bright and dazzling career of study, learning, exploring, experimenting with theatre and the tools of performing arts and travelling the world as an actor, a solo performer and a theatre director… awards, appreciation, recognition and love that started pouring, fuelled my passion, and I created not just Musicals, but life transforming experiential workshops based on the tools of Theatre, music, art, movement, cinema, and Meditation. Finally, I felt home on earth!
My Theatre group: Banjara with separate wings for children, youth and villagers, my solo performances, my studio in Bombay and my shows all around, my workshops for prestigious institutes & corporate companies, I was working with Youth and children and teachers and professionals and pregnant couples and sharing, showing them their light within. I was invited to facilitate workshops in esteemed spiritual festivals and artistic events.
I was living my life that I had never imagined! Theatre, acting, writing, designing gave me a certain authentic power and I was wielding it to shake the society!
And then! Just like that- on one random day, without any notice, or any anticipation, everything stopped, no-shows, no workshops, no classes to teach, no courses – zero! if I was invited to different cities to conduct the workshops even in a happening space, no registrations would happen. If they were registered in another city, I would not be able to reach as I would fall sick. And then I became very very sick. I had diarrhoea for six weeks and I could not eat anything. Not drink normal water. I was losing my pulse and inching towards my physical end. I was not battling and felt content with the life I had lived and was ready to go till the moment the face of my little child flashed in my eyes and I realised that it would be unfair to my son if I left now, so I asked “them”.
THEM could be called God or nature, Almighty or powers, universal force, divine- whatever label, I asked them : “what do I need to do to continue living?” and I heard: “Serve the world with your gifts.”
My mind in that glamorous glory of my professional success could not fathom that! Wasn’t I just doing that? creating meaningful, powerful impactful transformational experiences for people, through my plays and workshops and writings! isn’t that my gift? have I not always thought of the welfare of humanity? Have I not always worked with complete devotion to the awakening of my people on this planet?
And then, this half unconscious being, alone in the bed, I started seeing flashes of all other aspects of my beingness. I remembered how I always knew what was going to happen and I could always see! Whether it was the fall of the twin towers or buildings being constructed in Delhi, wars that were to come, volcanoes and earthquakes and tsunami in the pipeline, somewhere on the planet..premonitions and foretelling dreams were always with me! I was always aware of the happenings on the planet that I received as information data, but I did not know what to do with it, and how to respond to all this!
Being a woman director in a patriarchal society of a marginalised profession was challenging enough. I didn’t want to choose another struggle. People used to call me Live-wire, and I didn’t want to short circuit that system because of those carefully hidden powers and potted extraordinary/ paranormal abilities… i tried to push it all faaaar away… till I could not anymore, and then I happened to be met, one by one: my teachers, guides, mentors, gurus- in physical as well as energy forms.
I travelled to ancient lands with ultra High energies, and as if my head had a lid and that busted open and a magical world appeared! a magical world that was close to my Spirit, arrived and how! I was with my original crew members. The spaceship flashed in front of my window facing Pangong Lake 22 times, I was scared as hell. I was anyways having trouble breathing in that atmosphere but seeing all this totally threw me off, till I started communicating with them telepathically, asking for some time to realign. Every mountain became a messenger from ancient times and I started getting orders to revive ancient Indian knowledge systems. I, of course had no clue about what I was being told. Each day the clouds were shapeshifting into baby animals and I would lay down anywhere under the open sky and laugh with the cute babies who revived my inner child!
From Ladakh to Egypt, from Mu to Bali, the masters, the workshops, the retreats and the Travels! as I delved deeper, the Gift started opening up. The memories came back. The powers reignited, and I was turned into Meghan.
In the process an ocean of tears were shed, relationships-love-family-home-profession- all that I had created and built over years was lost in a rapidly ascending vortex. My body went through a complete re-wiring, I had to even drink chlorophyll to manage the body’s needs that could not be fulfilled by traditional human food. The deeper I went in my sadhans, the siddhis began to return. The body went into unbearable sprouts of changes and I had to spend days and nights lost in pain or stillness, frozen spaces, vertigos, uncontrollable suffocation to the degree of losing breath as infinity started enveloping me…. For weeks together I could only lay all day, stuck to the bed, only being able to blink and then were those nights that I spent being awoken by the light beings with messages…as the veils started thinning and I was teleporting on demand, I started to have visitors during the day and night- in physical or energy bodies. There were tough nights of astral travel and then there were nights that I spent working in war stricken areas…Supported by the divine light, co-Spirited for the human awakening the work went on for years…
Apparitions walked in my house, and disembodied beings stuck in a limbo gathered in my balcony or garden when I did mediumship. There were souls who waited in hope that I will be able to help them to release and return to Light. The souls that were waiting for conscious parenting started connecting and those who were tired of a very sick body but not able to leave, asked to be sent to God/ Light. I received downloads from the intergalactic councils and gave out light language transmissions, and channeled sacred geometries. These were All powerful tools for RAM – Rapid accension modalities.
I was gifted with spiritual experiences that cannot be captured by words and I traveled into the spaces that are beyond the beyond. I stayed pure and true to the path, asking nothing for myself and slowly and steadily, I became the one whose gifts could heal the world. and in surrender and gratitude I allowed the grace to work through me and taper me into becoming the instrument of their divine work on earth.
I am here to serve.
To remind you who you are.
And perhaps handhold, till you come home to your soul’s highest expression…
Embracing you while we walk this path together…
Here for you.
Meghan
