Supernatural Powers

@ उर्मिला जी

नमस्ते उर्मिला जी,

मैं तो बस पहाड़ो के बीच में प्रकृति (Mother Nature) को महसूस कर रहा हूँ. मेरा कूदने का कोई इरादा नहीं हैं... lol

Regards: हरदीप मोर
 
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@ Ravinderjeet जी

नमस्ते Ravinderjeet जी,

मैं तो बस पहाड़ो के बीच में प्रकृति (Mother Nature) को महसूस कर रहा हूँ. मेरा कूदने का कोई इरादा नहीं हैं... lol

Regards: हरदीप मोर
 
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'स्वामी जगदीश्वरानन्द सरस्वती' के विचार

नास्तिक जीव एक बार अवश्य पढ़ें !

बाल सत्यार्थप्रकाश ~ स्वामी जगदीश्वरानन्द सरस्वती (प्रकाशक: विजयकुमार गोविन्दराम हासनन्द), से निम्नलिखित विचार प्रस्तुत हैं:

"ईश्वर की आवश्यकता :-

प्रश्न उत्पन्न होता है कि जगत्कर्ता ईश्वर के मानने की आवश्यकता ही क्या है ? यह जगत अनादि काल से जैसे-का-तैसा बना हुआ है | न कभी इसकी उत्पत्ति हुई और ना कभी विनाश होगा | इसका उत्तर यह है कि कर्ता के बिना न कोई क्रिया हो सकती है और न क्रियाजन्य पदार्थ बन सकते हैं | .... देखो ! शरीर में किस प्रकार की ज्ञानपूर्वक सृष्टि रची है कि जिसको विद्वान लोग देखकर आश्चर्य मानते हैं | भीतर हाड़ों का जोड़, नाड़ियों का बंधन, मांस का लेपन, चमड़ी का ढक्कन, प्लीहा, यकृत, फेफड़ा, पंखा-कला का स्थापन, जीव का संयोजन, शिरोरूप मूलरचन, लोम-नखादी का स्थापन, आँख की अतीव सूक्ष्म शिरा का तारवत ग्रन्थन, इन्द्रियों के भोगों का प्रकाशन, जीव के जाग्रत, स्वप्न, सुषुप्ति अवस्था के भोगने के लिए स्थान-विशेषों का निर्माण, सब धातु का विभागकरण, कला-कौशल से स्थापनादि अदभुत सृष्टि को बिना परमेश्वर के कौन कर सकता है ? .... "

"बीज पहले या वृक्ष :-

बीज पहले है और वृक्ष पीछे | बीज, हेतु, निदान, निमित्त और कारण इत्यादि शब्द एकार्थवाचक हैं | कारण का नाम बीज होने से वह कार्य के प्रथम ही होता है | जैसे बीज से वृक्ष अंकुरित होता है वैसे ही प्रकृतिरूप बीज से यह संसारवृक्ष अंकुरित होता है | परमात्मा इस बीजरुपी प्रकृति से ही संसाररूपी वृक्ष को उत्पन्न करते हैं |"
 
an Extract from my book' A solders Journey in Life...'
Lungthu with the Chinese just a stone throw away with the battle raging down below with its rarefied air, deficient of oxygen, its intense cold, the bleak landscape its mountain sides denuded of the trees by years of illegal falling by the troops positioned there for cooking and heating, all combined to create an atmosphere totally alien to us dwellers of the planes. The sensation was particularly strong and overpowering at night with the full moon appearing unusually large the stars so near and shining bright in the thin clear air of the night. The stark wilderness bereft of any human or animal being in the near vicinity that late made one aware of some supernatural power some where very near.​
123 Mountain ‘Brigade commanded by Brig Balaram was also being launched in the operations in East Pakistan. The CO had gone down to see off the Brigade Signal Company commanded by Capt Sen Gupta with Lt Datta as his no 2. He was a worried man when he left for New Mal for more reasons than one. One of his subunits was being launched in operations and the reputation of the regiment depended on how well it performed also early the same morning he was informed that one stengun was missing from the temporary improvised kot (Room where arms are kept in safe custody) at Lungthu. Loss of a weapon is a serious lapse in any army unit with enquiry, punishment, loss of name and reputation all to follow in quick succession. The careers of all those in the loop were also on stake. However, since no one was found to be missing from the location, we all though worried, were confident of recovering the missing weapon.​
That night we were lingering late after the dinner in the mess reluctant to retire to our respective bleak abodes. It was extremely cold outside the mess in the winter of early December at that height but with the hissing `Bukhari' radiating heat it was reasonably comfortable inside. We were trying to keep our morale up somehow or other; I was rather subdued in addition to the current crisis I had also learnt earlier through a letter from my father of my mother's demise. The question of leaving the regiment on leave at that critical juncture just did not arise.​
Somehow the talk veered towards the supernatural with this another facet of Maj Inder Bhatia’s talents were revealed when he claimed that he could call the dead and speak to them. Hoping to get some clue about the missing stengun Inder’s offer was promptly accepted. Under Bankers instructions, posthaste a white paper was rolled on the card table the Alphabets and the Numerals (0 to 9) were quickly written on the circumference of the circle drawn on the paper a glass tumbler with a minimum of four pairs of fingers pressing lightly on it was placed on the paper.​
The pin drop silence the hissing of the patromax making it even more pervading the dead of the night the expectation of experiencing some thing totally alien, all eyes concentrated on the tumbler resulted in goose-pimples and the hair standing on my arms.​
Suddenly we got a jolt the tumbler jumped and started moving. With Inder in control and shooting questions the tumbler started jumping from letter to letter and figure to figure with one of us noting down the words and sentences being formed.​
Who are you? Inder asked, the tumbler moved a few paces and wrote a local name. `Which is you village? Was the next question and it fetched the reply ‘Nathang.'​
`When did you leave this world?’ `…silence…'​
`Should we inform your family about you? The tumbler quickly moved two places and wrote ‘No.’​
The air in the mess was becoming thicker, the place more eerie with heart beating faster and faster. A strange sort of fear pervaded at least in me although it were not my hands on the tumbler still I was part of the scene.​
The questions eventually took a turn towards what was on the mind of all of us.​
`You know one stengun is missing?' the question was replied by `Yes.'​
There was a sigh of relief all-round with a hope of getting some clue and locating the stengun before CO’s return.​
`Who has stolen it?' Inder shot the question. ‘A Jawan of the unit.' The tumbler tapped. `What is his name?'`…silence…'​
We waited with baited breadth a bit disappointed. The questioning then took a different approach.​
`Where is it?' `He has hidden it' was the answer `How do we find it?' the advice tapped out was `Search for it and you will find it.'​
It was getting better and better, our hopes soaring high.​
The question ` Where do we search for it?' was answered by a thundering silence with the glass remaining static at one place.​
` Ho long we have to search before we find it?' To this the tumbles moved and tapping it wrote ‘Three days.'​
Bingo! We had hit the jackpot, our down in the boots morale shot up. For the next three days an intensive search was the order of the day with the whole regiment pressed in the task. Nothing was left unturned, down the valley up the hillside the men moved like a heard of goats turning and upturning every stone and beating every bush in their path. The major suspects were kept under sustained and constant interrogation but with no results. Every one, officers JCOs and the ORs alike, were getting sick and tired of this unending trial, the morale sinking with each passing day and the sten remaining as illusive as in the beginning.​
I will come about the result of the search a bit later. With the gloom lifting a bit the line of question took another turn.​
`What losses has Pakistan suffered?' `Two Ships.' was the quick answer'.​
`What about the Indian losses?' Inder asked a bit tentatively and we waited this time with baited breadth. `One Ship.' The answer was tapped.​
The information about our loss did not do much to lift our spirits. At that instant we had no inkling of the fact that we had lost `Khukri, in Arabian Sea, near Karachi, also the fact that Pakistan had lost the destroyer `Ghazi’ and the minesweeper `Muhafiz' both patrolling outside Karachi harbour by Indian Naval missile attack on Karachi harbour. All this got confirmed through AIR news on the mess Radio the next morning.​
Questioning but had to take the obvious turn next with both Banker and me due for a look by the ‘Selection Board.’ The prediction was that both of us would make it. Highly strung and wondering about the strange phenomenon we exited slowly from the mess to move to our cold beds to chase the elusive sleep till late in the night.​
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I do not believe in the supernatural yet there must be some truth in what I saw and heard that lonely night high up at Lungthu in Sikkim. It made me think possibly, past events can be recalled but not that in future with the same accuracy since contrary to the prediction unfortunately Banker did not make it to the next rank.​
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bls31 said:
an Extract from my book' A solders Journey in Life...'
Lungthu with the Chinese just a stone throw away with the battle raging down below with its rarefied air, deficient of oxygen, its intense cold, the bleak landscape its mountain sides denuded of the trees by years of illegal falling by the troops positioned there for cooking and heating, all combined to create an atmosphere totally alien to us dwellers of the planes. The sensation was particularly strong and overpowering at night with the full moon appearing unusually large the stars so near and shining bright in the thin clear air of the night. The stark wilderness bereft of any human or animal being in the near vicinity that late made one aware of some supernatural power some where very near.​

123 Mountain ‘Brigade commanded by Brig Balaram was also being launched in the operations in East Pakistan. The CO had gone down to see off the Brigade Signal Company commanded by Capt Sen Gupta with Lt Datta as his no 2. He was a worried man when he left for New Mal for more reasons than one. One of his subunits was being launched in operations and the reputation of the regiment depended on how well it performed also early the same morning he was informed that one stengun was missing from the temporary improvised kot (Room where arms are kept in safe custody) at Lungthu. Loss of a weapon is a serious lapse in any army unit with enquiry, punishment, loss of name and reputation all to follow in quick succession. The careers of all those in the loop were also on stake. However, since no one was found to be missing from the location, we all though worried, were confident of recovering the missing weapon.​

That night we were lingering late after the dinner in the mess reluctant to retire to our respective bleak abodes. It was extremely cold outside the mess in the winter of early December at that height but with the hissing `Bukhari' radiating heat it was reasonably comfortable inside. We were trying to keep our morale up somehow or other; I was rather subdued in addition to the current crisis I had also learnt earlier through a letter from my father of my mother's demise. The question of leaving the regiment on leave at that critical juncture just did not arise.​

Somehow the talk veered towards the supernatural with this another facet of Maj Inder Bhatia’s talents were revealed when he claimed that he could call the dead and speak to them. Hoping to get some clue about the missing stengun Inder’s offer was promptly accepted. Under Bankers instructions, posthaste a white paper was rolled on the card table the Alphabets and the Numerals (0 to 9) were quickly written on the circumference of the circle drawn on the paper a glass tumbler with a minimum of four pairs of fingers pressing lightly on it was placed on the paper.​

The pin drop silence the hissing of the patromax making it even more pervading the dead of the night the expectation of experiencing some thing totally alien, all eyes concentrated on the tumbler resulted in goose-pimples and the hair standing on my arms.​

Suddenly we got a jolt the tumbler jumped and started moving. With Inder in control and shooting questions the tumbler started jumping from letter to letter and figure to figure with one of us noting down the words and sentences being formed.​

Who are you? Inder asked, the tumbler moved a few paces and wrote a local name. `Which is you village? Was the next question and it fetched the reply ‘Nathang.'​

`When did you leave this world?’ `…silence…'​

`Should we inform your family about you? The tumbler quickly moved two places and wrote ‘No.’​

The air in the mess was becoming thicker, the place more eerie with heart beating faster and faster. A strange sort of fear pervaded at least in me although it were not my hands on the tumbler still I was part of the scene.​

The questions eventually took a turn towards what was on the mind of all of us.​

`You know one stengun is missing?' the question was replied by `Yes.'​

There was a sigh of relief all-round with a hope of getting some clue and locating the stengun before CO’s return.​

`Who has stolen it?' Inder shot the question. ‘A Jawan of the unit.' The tumbler tapped. `What is his name?'`…silence…'​

We waited with baited breadth a bit disappointed. The questioning then took a different approach.​

`Where is it?' `He has hidden it' was the answer `How do we find it?' the advice tapped out was `Search for it and you will find it.'​

It was getting better and better, our hopes soaring high.​

The question ` Where do we search for it?' was answered by a thundering silence with the glass remaining static at one place.​

` Ho long we have to search before we find it?' To this the tumbles moved and tapping it wrote ‘Three days.'​

Bingo! We had hit the jackpot, our down in the boots morale shot up. For the next three days an intensive search was the order of the day with the whole regiment pressed in the task. Nothing was left unturned, down the valley up the hillside the men moved like a heard of goats turning and upturning every stone and beating every bush in their path. The major suspects were kept under sustained and constant interrogation but with no results. Every one, officers JCOs and the ORs alike, were getting sick and tired of this unending trial, the morale sinking with each passing day and the sten remaining as illusive as in the beginning.​

I will come about the result of the search a bit later. With the gloom lifting a bit the line of question took another turn.​

`What losses has Pakistan suffered?' `Two Ships.' was the quick answer'.​

`What about the Indian losses?' Inder asked a bit tentatively and we waited this time with baited breadth. `One Ship.' The answer was tapped.​

The information about our loss did not do much to lift our spirits. At that instant we had no inkling of the fact that we had lost `Khukri, in Arabian Sea, near Karachi, also the fact that Pakistan had lost the destroyer `Ghazi’ and the minesweeper `Muhafiz' both patrolling outside Karachi harbour by Indian Naval missile attack on Karachi harbour. All this got confirmed through AIR news on the mess Radio the next morning.​

Questioning but had to take the obvious turn next with both Banker and me due for a look by the ‘Selection Board.’ The prediction was that both of us would make it. Highly strung and wondering about the strange phenomenon we exited slowly from the mess to move to our cold beds to chase the elusive sleep till late in the night.​

I do not believe in the supernatural yet there must be some truth in what I saw and heard that lonely night high up at Lungthu in Sikkim. It made me think possibly, past events can be recalled but not that in future with the same accuracy since contrary to the prediction unfortunately Banker did not make it to the next rank.​
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During our college days, We used to Call the SPIRIT so often. Don't know about the authenticity of the Phenomenon but some questiones were answered with such an accuracy, some were wrong while rest of the question answered by a 'Silenece'.

More than 65% of the questions were answered CORRECT.
 
"When You Meditate, the silence of the Senses illumines the Presence of God within." — Gurumayi Chidvilasananda
 
This is one of the most shocking untold stories from a bpo in Gurgaon called Saffron. Some details might not be very accurate and though the management tried its professional best to bury the story, such a tale never goes untold. Saffron was built on top of a graveyard and most employees claimed to have seen or had absurd experiences. So this is what happened :

Saffron had a blended process which was one of the best revenue generating mediums for the company. Now like every garden has its best plant, this process had a girl named Rose (named changed). Rose was the brightest star on the production floor. The top, medium and lower level management looked upto her in terms of inspiration. She was the heartbeat of the process and the soul of her colleagues.

One day towards end of shift, she received an inbound call and being the person she is, she took it knowing her colleagues would be in a hurry to rush to their respective homes. The call went on for some time, in fact abnormally longer time. An average duration of an inbound call as per the process requirement should be around 5 mins, though exceptions are always there. This call went on for around 45 minutes. Her TL's and the quality team had to wait till all the associates were done with their calls. Eventually they decided to barge her calls to make sure she didn't need any support. They were shocked to find that she was talking with no one on the other end and it seemed like she was on a intense call. When the call got over she seemed different as if it was a call from a magician who cast a spell. No one said anything to her, after all she was the kingpin of the process.

The next day she didn't turn up for work without informing anyone. That was ok as this was the 1st time that she did took an unscheduled leave. She didn't turn up the next day either, again without informing anyone. The trend continued for the next couple of days when the human resource decided on taking an initiative to find out her whereabouts. They traced her accommodation as per the transport info. They found out that landlord isn't aware of any such girl. This was turning sceptical now. So the management made maximum attempts to establish contacts with her family. When they succeeded, they were shocked to find out that Rose passed away about 8 years back !!!

The management returned. Rose remained a mystery. Her best friend at work suffered a cardiac arrest on coming to terms reality. Case was buried in the grave of Saffron, unsolved.


http://withneagle.blogspot.in/2010/12/untold-stories-dead-girl-living-saffron.html
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Anybody know anything about it heard it few days back n search on Google n found this link Is it a true story!!
 
" Anybody know anything about it heard"

Sab Rubbish ......aise hi udaa rakhi hai .....I remember .....this was shared to me by someone who used to work at Saffron......On asking if he has seen anything ....same ans .....

Seedhi si bat ....dost ke dost ke dost ke dost.......ne batayee hai .....
 
" after march"

Ohhhhh FY 15-16 ....got it .......agle ki booking meri company mei karwao ....bahut boring atmosphere hai kuch thrill hoga
 
Well If you believe in God it means you have proof that he exists ? Do you ? ... Well its the same thing as supernatural stuff .... You have no proof for it so it just comes to the point that its your wish to believe it or not ... asking people whether it is real or not is pointless because there is no appropriate proof for this stuff.... People who think they have seen something supernatural will believe in it but it can also be their imagination... And watching some few movies doesn't change that either... Paranormal activity is like any other movie the only difference is that the director saved his money by skipping editing and using the normal cameras...
 
" she led to a mass layoff "

Thanks bacha diya......yahan pehle number meet karne ki ladai hai ...us par se attrition ...

I m good with boring work environment
 
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