Back in 2001, my mother suffered palpitations of
the heart. She was under tremendous stress and
the doctor sedated her and recommended that she
be placed under observation for a few days.
She was checked in to the ICU of a well known
Cardiac Hospital in Delhi and given a room that
contained a small table, a chair and a settee
besides the bed on which she lay.
My father and
sister were out of the country and couldn't come
back on such short notice, so the task of taking
care of her fell on me.
I was just 21 and had
just joined an international Advertising Agency.
The work hours were erratic and the work load
I used to go to work by 9 in the morning, leave
work at 11 in the night and head straight to the
hospital where I would sleep on the settee
(which was quite uncomfortable), wake up at 6 in
the morning and head home to shower, change,
make breakfast and head straight to work again.
Mom would be in and out of consciousness and
even when she was awake, the sedatives made her
The taxing schedule, worrying about
my mother and the workload that a junior
copywriter on a big brand has, was taking its
toll on me.
One night, I stumbled into the hospital at 12,
checked on my mother and threw myself down on
the sofa and was asleep before even my head hit
the cushion. Suddenly around 3 in the morning, I
felt as if something was trying to enter my
body, through my solar plexus. I felt fear and
my body was numb. It felt like a heavy weight
was trying to push itself in. My breath came in
small bursts and I felt like I was about to lose.
I jumped up with a start but my legs were weak.
I fell to the ground reciting the Lord's prayer.
I used to practice Reiki, so I started giving
myself energy and kept telling the entity to
leave my body. I remember struggling with it for
over 15 minutes and every second was touch and
go. Finally I felt it go away. It took me
another 10 minutes to come back to normal.
I gave energy to my room and my mother and asked
the spirits to leave me and her in peace.
Finally, I felt strong enough to resume sleeping.
I think it was the spirit of a person that might
have died in the same room at some point in time
and wanted to come back. And since I was
emotionally and physically drained, it was able
to fight me in my weakened state. And though it
was attacking me, I felt no malice in it. At any
other time, I wouldn't have minded helping the
spirit but this time my mother was my priority.
Thank you for reading my story.