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Conscious Encounters

I read the Bhagavad Gita for the first time this year after I encountered a woman in China.

It was lunchtime in the central business district in Beijing, I was sitting in a restaurant waiting for my order.

The waiter asked if another customer could share a table with me since it was busy and we lived in one of the most populous cities in the world… I nodded and dipped back into whatever reading had my attention.

She took her seat. One after another, we ordered. The waiter made a joke because we had chosen the exact same three things from the menu, in English and Chinese without realising. It was nothing more than a sweet coincidence.

After a few minutes, I looked up from my own book and she had it in her hands, the Bhagavad Gita. A smile lifted in my heart. A million miles from home. In the place I’d least expected. Faith found in a time where I needed it most. A sign in the hands of a stranger.

On the odd unexpected occasion after that day, I’d encounter her again, and we would talk deeply and philosophically about life and what we were experiencing.

Often when I needed questions answered, she would just appear. We would never arrange it, it would just… happen.

And just like that, she brought me a step closer to consciousness. I got home. I bought the book.

She was a beautiful reminder that Krishna, is all around, protecting and loving us from all corners of this earth.

This year and these moments reminded me deeply of that.

Because where there is love and devotion, fear can no longer reside.

Radhe Krishna! ❤️

Happy Janmashtmi

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