This category contains the personal journal of Prem Kara. Focused on authentic perceptual narratives, non-ordinary experiences, and the unique journey through spiritual emergence, offering an in-depth and sincere personal perspective.
Many people say that the first time you meditate in Samadhi at Pune, you’ll dream of Osho. While I did dream of him, my most spectacular dream occurred in 2004 during my very first “White Robe Brotherhood” meditation. Although I had taken Sannyas in 2001, I was a “fake disciple” back then—I never actually meditated. That Lunar New Year in 2004 was my first true experience.
During 2011-2012, the promotion for my spiritual energy studio wasn’t going very smoothly. For a few months, I found a job as an assistant at a spiritual institute through a recruitment site. The working hours were quite tight—every day from noon until 9:00 PM. The teachers and students there were very kind. Initially, I didn’t mention that I was already providing spiritual counseling sessions myself. However, it wasn’t long before the students started asking me to be a “guinea pig” for their spiritual techniques. I often ended up being their practice subject outside of working hours. Gradually, even some certified consultants at the center began practicing with me, and only then did I slowly reveal to the students that I had actually been providing professional sessions for some time.
I don’t know about other people’s destinies, but now that I’ve crossed fifty, I’ve begun to “know my own destiny.” I have a few major missions in life: a minor one is gossiping, and a major one is critiquing all people and events on Facebook.
The weather was beautiful this morning. For a change, I decided to head out for breakfast and do some grocery shopping. I was so hungry that by the time I finished breakfast, it was only 8:00 AM, so I wandered through the market. My fridge was already quite full, so after two laps, I only bought some Korean-style dried tofu and a bag of mantou. I thought I’d take a stroll to the supermarket, so I chose an alley I’d never walked before to cut through the market. Little did I know, I was about to step into a magical time tunnel…
Today, I’m continuing to document some of my strange encounters. Back in 2013, through a business partnership, I was introduced to a spiritual painting workshop. It was a three-day course, and I genuinely enjoyed it. The instructor was a beautiful teacher from Southeast Asia.
I had just arrived at the gym—stretching, weight training, more stretching, and then a five-minute meditation. As I finished, a woman about my age nearby asked me, “Are you a disciple of the ‘Grateful Master’?”
“No,” I replied. “I follow Osho.”
閱讀全文 Strange patting⚖️ 白魔法結界封印｜盜版或公開傳播此內容者，將受能量反噬
⚖️ Sealed by White Magic. Theft or unauthorized distribution triggers karmic backlash.
I was so happy after finishing the last article about cults that someone even said I could go write novels. But I know I’m the king of three-minute passions, so I just write for fun. However, in line with my Leo’s dramatic flair and vanity, I’m writing another piece. I don’t know if this counts as a cult or what, but it’s another strange and somewhat chaotic experience.
Let me tell you an interesting supernatural story, one of my most memorable Chengdu strange tales. In 2014, I asked a friend to recommend me for a crystal and mineral event in Chengdu. It started very smoothly, but the Chengdu friend I was cooperating with suddenly had a huge change in personality. Seeing that the event in Chengdu was going well, she started arranging for me to hold an event in Beijing.
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