Rediscovering our Metaphysical Gifts | 1-3 April 2026

From signs to premonitions and dreams, a fascinating exploration of spiritual and metaphysical gifts and abilities. 

The words that returned from a long-lost poem

On the morning of 16th June 2026, I woke up with these two sentences in my mind: Heaven is at a distance and God does not forget.

Around 20 years back, during my early spiritual awakening days, I used to maintain a small notebook filled with spiritual, inspirational reflections, stories and poems.

One such poem was written on a loose paper that remained tucked inside that notebook for many years.

A few years ago, while clearing out old belongings, I decided to keep the notebook, but tore that page that had the poem.

That poem was the same poem whose last lines re-entered my consciousness on the morning of 16 June 2026.

It is an old Christian poem. Though the internet has versions that are altered, the opening lines I remember are this:

The world will strip you of your failings

And hide the good you do…

The closing lines I remember are this:

So, lift your burdens gladly

Nor falter, fear or fret

For heaven is at a distance

And God does not forget

As a writer, I am surrounded by thoughts, words and books. I write, scribble and tear up so many things, I don’t even remember. But, God notices and remembers everything.

In my spiritual journey, I am used to receiving meditation messages, dreams & visions, and I note them down all. But this was different.

Imagine a poem copied onto a loose page, tucked inside an old notebook for over twenty years, then torn up and discarded thinking it's not so relevant... only for its last two lines to return to my mind after decades! 

It shook my understanding of how reality works. So much so that I spent the entire day in a daze. It took me more than two days to absorb the magnitude of this synchronicity. :)

It made me realise: Everything is seen, remembered, and recorded in ways far beyond current human understanding.

How did the Pigeon knew I was shifting?

In December 2025, I was struggling with something that left me feeling lost and broken. At the time, I was living in Virar East and had been feeding pigeons regularly for almost eight to nine months.

That same evening, a pigeon came to my window sill to sleep. Though I was initially surprised, its mere presence gave me a distinguishing feeling of comfort as if I am not alone.

Having lost both my parents, I live with my brother and sister, and life can sometimes feel lonely.

What started as a single visit soon became a daily ritual. For the next six months, I would observe the pigeon daily. It arrived at my window every evening at around 6:30 pm and would fly off early morning.

Its presence was so beautiful that I would wait every evening for it to arrive. At night I would even get up and check on it! 😊 It offered a silent companionship that cannot be described.

In May 2026, we were about to move to a new home in Virar West.

I used to tell my brother that I would miss feeding the pigeons, and especially this particular visitor. I even wondered whether I should keep this window open just in case it comes after we leave this place.

But something strange happened. One week before we could shift (we shifted on 10 May 2026), the pigeon stopped coming.

I was shocked, and so was my brother. How did the pigeon knew I was about to leave? Was its assignment complete? Who was that pigeon? An ancestor, departed loved one, angel or spirit guide?

I may not know the truth right now, but I do know that we are never truly alone. We always have someone to comfort us just like the pigeon who comforted me!

In ancient times, the veil between the physical and the metaphysical was thin, and communication with the Divine was a natural part of life. God would speak through His still small voice, angels, prophets, signs, omens, etc.

Over time, as consciousness lowered, and the world turned more scientific, this connection faded creating a world that separated the physical from the metaphysical.  

But, now, as we shift back to the Golden Age, these abilites are becoming pronounced among the collective. Hear are the most common:

• Intuition & Gut Feelings – a deep inner knowing that defies logic, yet is often proved right

• Meditative Insight – receiving guidance through stillness or meditation.

• Dreams – receiving messages, warnings, or guidance through dreams

• Morning Answers – receiving thoughts, songs or solutions upon waking up

• Synchronicity – recognizing meaningful coincidences & patterns

• Divine Correction – unusual methods that realign you with the right path 

• Omens – subtle signs before events can happen

• Energy Sensitivity – feeling the energies of people or environments

• Clairvoyance – receiving images, symbols, or visions without using the eyes.

• Prophetic Insight – sensing or speaking about events before they unfold

• Telepathy – the ability to communicate without spoken words

• Astral/OBE - astral travelling and out of body experiences

Most of us have experienced at least two or more of these in our lives. This is not a new age concept or trend. It is the rediscovery of ancient abilities that have always existed within us.

When the univserse choked my vocal cords

This incident happened a couple of years ago. I was at church one evening. There was no scheduled Mass that day, but a few parishioners who had gathered requested the priest to celebrate one.

Those of us present decided to assist, and I volunteered for the choir. I was the only one singing—which secretly excited me as I could choose my own hymns.

Everything went beautifully… until the final hymn, Set Me Like a Seal on Your Heart. I had someone in my mind while singing this hymn. 

When I reached the line. “How right it is to love you…” suddenly, my vocal cords got choked in such a way that not a word could come out.

It was so embarrasing as I was literally croaking to be honest. To this day, it remains the first and last time my voice ever got choked.

Only a hymn. Just a song. And yet, the universe blocked me from singing that sentence. As if it wasn't true or not meant for the person I had in mind. Amazing na! 😊

Universe continuously corrects my thoughts

But that wasn’t the only time.

My thoughts are continuously being corrected or interrupted. If my mind drifts toward someone I am not supposed to think, my Bible will fall down, or tiny cement flakes from the ceiling falls on my face, or my fingers get burnt while cooking…

Recently, while waiting for my brother as he locked the door, I was only thinking of a serial I am currently watching. I felt a sudden tug on my handbag—as though someone had pulled it lightly, just enough to bring me back.

At times, while sitting in an auto, lost in thought, I feel as though someone has brushed my hair…

Spiritual guidance does not arrive in grand revelations, but in small and unusual ways. 

Even the day of my cavity filling was pre-determined

About a year ago, I needed to get a cavity filled, and I was confused between two dentists. One was in Virar, and the other was in town, near New Marine Lines.

I first reached out to my Virar dentist, but she was unavailable. So, I booked an appointment with the town-side dentist instead.

But on the day I was supposed to go, for some reason I developed cold feet, and cancelled the appointment.

I called my Virar dentist again. This time, she said, “You can come tomorrow.” I was relieved. 

The same day while sitting in an auto on my way home, a luxury coach bus passed by, and written across it were the words: “The Day After Tomorrow.”

I was like, what is this supposed to mean? I ignored it. Few hours later, my Virar dentist called me and cancelled the appointment and re-scheduled it for the day after tomorrow.

I was stunned. I went on that day and the filling was done smoothly. Isn’t it amazing how the universe reassured me while I was in such a confused state?

If a simple cavity filling day is already pre-determined imagine how much of the important chapters in our lives is already pre-decided! 

How God corrected my crush on St. Michael

When I was around 12 or 13 years old, I would recite the prayer to Saint Michael every night — a prayer that I knew by heart. I was deeply fascinated by him, especially his power in fighting evil.

Somewhere along the way, this fascination grew into a crush to the point of wanting to marry him. 😊

Then one night, as I sat down to recite my prayer, something strange happened. My mind went completely blank. I couldn’t remember a single word of the prayer.

I felt bad as if St. Michael didn't want me to say his prayer. While sitting there confused, a slow realization settled into my young and innocent mind: “The thought of marrying an angel was not right.”

In that quiet moment, I understood. I said sorry, and corrected my thoughts.

I was just a child, and that thought could have easily been overlooked. But the Divine does not ignore even the smallest deviations of the heart. 

I was not permitted to even entertain that idea. Forgetting the prayer became the divine correction I needed that night.

PS: Once I corrected my thoughts, I never ever forgot the prayer. 😊