You put my name where is yours. Except palce of living my life-story is same. Your story mataches with hundreds of thousands ones in the world along-with me.

Hi Respected Ivan,

“I was a poor child, but raised in an affluent area of (Southern California = Raghunathpur village near Hapur, near Delhi, 55 Kms) Several of my friends lived in large houses, with manicured lawns, some with swimming pools in their back yards (in Hapur). My friends had two parents, while I was raised by my mother (for sometime). They had family dinner times and went on family vacations together.

They were living the “normal” life, the (American = Indian) upper middle-class ideal. And I had a strange relationship with their world — I craved its stability, the things and experiences my friends had that I didn’t, but their normalcy was also foreign to me, even a bit eerie. It just didn’t seem real to me somehow. In some ways I wanted it, but I didn’t want to be caged by it.

By the time I was a teenager, I became obsessed with seeing through the facades of that “normal” reality. I wanted to know what secrets were hidden away in the overlooked shadows. I became interested in everything from meditation to history (BA) to science (Intermediate) to linguistics (Master) — all ways of trying to understand the hidden meaning behind the world that everyone takes for granted.”
………Subhan Ali

Of course after this moment of bliss, the light changed and we moved on with our lives, but were we changed by this blissful moment ? I would have to say we were.

GOD BLESS ALL,
NAMASTE

Today as I was coming back from work, I got off the train at my stop, crossed the road to buy Hyacinths. I turned around and I saw a beautiful subset in London and took a picture of it on my phone.

i came home and while dinner was cooking I decided to read emails and saw your chosen poem and made me smile.
Thank you.

Enlightenment indeed is a UFO. Of course, not of the pedestrian variety guys often improvise. So, I knew this morning as I was waiting outside the emergency room at our Company hospital.

My wife was inside, totally dehydrated due to severe diarrhoea and, in the waiting area where I fidgeted, the TV screen was showing “Cose Encounters of the Third Kind” – a classic movie I have always loved.

She is alright now and peacefully alseep.

What a coincidence – the film and your coming up with this particular poem in a span of a few hours. That confirms there is some connection between aliens and enlightenment.

I am a UFO enthusiast although Advaita has applied brakes on the reckless ET craze of my young days. I haven’t seen any UFO yet. Neither have I been abducted. Yet, often do I muse, perhaps, we are all under abduction and we know that not.

There is lot of poetry in UFOs. Let them therefore remain a mystery for ever.

Kindly take care (not from UFOs of course)!

Best regards.

Madathil Nair

Did you recite Al Kahf today?