HARE KRSNA
On 1st january I distributed few books of SRILA PRABHUPADA to my family members and friends.After few days I saw srila prabhupada ji in my dream on SAPHLA EKADASHI and he was smiling and lord krsna was giving his blessings to me by raising his hands.Sometimes krsna smiles at me and sometimes he give his blessings to me and sometimes he wake me by saying that its 6 O clock in my dreams.KRSNA give order to me that bring this item for me in my dreams...After every 15 or 20 days krsna comes in my dream....I am really shocked now.....What is the meaning of all these dreams..Why krsna comes in my dream..Do dreams really have any meaning????
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Hari bol Ruchi,
You are fortunate to remember spiritual things while sleeping, instead of maya. This means your senses are in the process of becoming spiritualized. When Krsna's mercy becomes very thick, it will form a cloud and that cloud is Sri Guru. He will appear first to us(long before Sri Krsna) to apply the salve of knowledge to our eyes(ajnana-timirandhasya), so gradually our blindness will go away. This he does mostly either in person or through his teachings, but also occasionally in dreams. I've been advised by Sri Guru that these special moments can evaporate like camphor, and we will lose them if don't carefully keep them hidden. A relevant purport from Srila Prabhupada:
"In the Vedas it is said that God is beyond the approach of mundane words and intelligence. And yet by His causeless mercy one can have suitable senses to hear Him or to speak to Him. This is the Lord’s inconceivable energy. One upon whom His mercy is bestowed can hear Him. The Lord was much pleased with Nārada Muni, and therefore the necessary strength was invested in him so that he could hear the Lord. It is not, however, possible for others to perceive directly the touch of the Lord during the probationary stage of regulative devotional service. It was a special gift for Nārada." -SB 1.6.20 purport
I heard that "dreams have no meaning unless they include Krishna." And my friend, Garuda Das, says that if a god visits you in a dream it's considered factual reality.
I, too, have seen Krishna in a couple of my dreams. Chant and be happy :)
Hare Krishna,These are very good signs, keep progressing like this.
All the Best !!
I would disagree with those who believes that dreams are nothing but reflection of our thoughts .
Only men of science would say so . Those who are religious and spiritual in nature can never hold such thoughts .
Yes most of our dreams are of that nature . But not all of them .
Sometimes God reveals himself to us in dreams , sometimes in trance like state (samadhi) and sometimes in visions . He even speaks to us via conscience .
Last year , my loved one was sick and i was praying to Krishna day and night (i was praying to the youthful krishna form and not his gopal form) ... But guess what , the next morning at around 7.20 i saw Gopal in my dream , sitting right next to me , on my bed . He was smiling at me . Then i found myself playing with him , and tickling him . He even reassured me that everything's going to be ok in my life .
Now , those who believes that all our dreams are nothing but reflection of our thoughts , please explain this to me , why would i dream of Gopal , when i wasn't even thinking of his Gopal form . Instead i was thinking and praying to his youthful Krishna form .
In Bible (Job 33:15) it says -
In Bible (Genesis 15:12) it says -
Do i need to say more :) Hare Krishna
My dear Sudhanshu Kumar,
Hare Krishna! I always wanted to see your dream. Yet I am so unlucky.
Haribol always,
krsnaraja melvin
My Dear Ms Ruchi,
Hare Krishna!
Om namo bhagavate vasudevaya
krsnaraja melvin
I Dream of Krishna
March 15, 2014
The dark, godly prince whose divine smile so entranced Radha, the little girl sitting in the temple, she clasped her hands in prayers, uttering his name in reverence.
She had been named after Radha-the companion who stands at Lord Krishna’s side and when she was just a baby, the first day her mother took her to the temple she had crept to the altar as worshippers chant his name and sat at his feet looking up at him mesmerised. It was the god she would worship, the god she so admired, that in her dreams she called his name and as she grew, the beauty and simplicity of Radha was bestowed upon her, so her young life was filled with all that was beautiful and true.
“Oh, Krishna, Oh Krishna,” she sang to him in her innocent, childish voice, as celebration of the Spring festival began in the village and beyond, the colors, the music, the dancing and gaiety as joy and happiness filled the air. “Radha!” Her mother called from the temple steps, “Come outside and play with the other children.” “I’m listening to Krishna,” she answered, softly, for so deep was the devotion in her heart, she could hear the soft, sweet melodious music from his flute, waltzing in the air. Her mother sat down near to her and said quietly: “We celebrate Holi in his name, so he’s everywhere playing his beautiful music.” Radha looked at her mother and smiled sweetly, as only a child could, “I sometimes feel like I’m there sitting by the stream, as he plays his flute. Will I ever see him?” “For as long as the devotion in your heart is pure and true, you will feel his presence.” Radha kissed her on the cheek and taking her hand, she said, “Come, Ma, let’s go celebrate Holi.”
The air was filled with a rainbow of colours, water guns spraying coloured water and sweet delicacies shared to everyone as the celebration continued with joyful screams, laughter and fun. Radha, her bare, nimble feet danced as the drums played, the dance of the Gods.
This wonderful, beautiful child, her heart so devoted, that often her mother would pray to the Lord to bless her daughter’s life, so when she became a woman she would be betrothed to one who would love her and hold her special in his heart. Dusk approached and sitting under the old, oak tree near to the temple, to rest her feet tired from the dancing, Radha closed her eyes for a little moment and in that little moment, she heard the sweet sounds of the flute, drifting in the air. Her eyes flew open and she looked around, but no-one was playing a flute, yet she could still hear it as though it was calling her. She followed the sound, the tiredness of her feet gone, to the outskirts of the village and into the forested area, not afraid, her mind filled with wonder. Her feet seemed not to touch the ground as she ran and she saw him, like an illusion, standing by the stream, dark and handsome, in princely attire, a flute in his hand. He smiled at her. A twinkle in his eyes and from his enchanted lips he played for her a sweet tune. Her young heart exulted and tears of infinite happiness filled her eyes, for her Krishna had come. Years went by and she grew into a very beautiful young woman, Krishna always in her dreams, in her heart. She danced, every year, on the spring festival of Holi and she would still hear the melodious sounds of the flute, though she never saw him again, embracing it in her heart, knowing he was there, an unseen presence. The time of her betrothal drew close and she had met no-one like her Krishna and she wondered, “Will he ever come?” The spring festival was drawing close and her mother, the one who understand her heart, her desire, fell very ill. Radha was sad, she did not want to lose her mother though the Swami had told her, ‘it’s all in god’s hands.’ She continued to pray, her devotion and love as deep and sincere as it always was, but her mother’s illness did not go away. That spring festival she did not dance, for there was no joy in her heart to celebrate holi as she gave care to her mother. Dusk approached, once again and standing at the doorway she heard the sound of the flute calling her, but she could not leave. “Radha!” Her mother called weakly. “Yes, Ma,” she answered. “Can you hear the flute?” “Yes, Ma, I always do.” “It’s calling you.” “I know, but I can’t leave you.” “You won’t be leaving me, my child, a mother and child never part. I want you to go because I had asked of the lord something for you and now is the time.” Radha obeyed her mother’s wishes, not quite understanding what she meant and as she neared the stream, the flute stopped playing. As a child, twelve years ago, she had seen her Krishna, an immortal being and today she was seeing, a dark and handsome young man, but a mortal being like herself. They stared at each other-both somewhat surprised. Then he said: “I thought I heard the sound of a flute and I followed it, did you?” She did not answer for a moment then she smiled, understanding, now why her mother had sent her. The handsome stranger smiled and Radha knew in her heart, he was the one for her.
“The handsome stranger smiled and Radha knew in her heart, he was the one for her”
“You’re very beautiful,” he said, “Almost divine, what’s your name?” “Radha,” she said softly. “My Radha,” he said, with a twinkle in his eyes. Radha returned home with the stranger and her mother greeted her at the door, as though she was never ill. “Ma,” she was totally surprised, hugging her as joy returned to her heart. “It’s all god’s will, child,” her mother said, “Lord Krishna has answered my prayers and sent for you a groom.”
Radha smiled, tears in her eyes and the sound of the drums she heard, as the Holi celebration continued into the night and this time, she danced, not alone, but with the Krishna of her dreams.
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Hare Krishna Ruchi,
You have the most beautiful blog I ever seen! Honest. I believe you have seen His Divine Grace Abhay Charan de Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada in your dreams. I believe you also saw Krishna smiling in your dreams. You are so blessed!
Om namo bhagavate vasudevaya,
krsnaraja melvin
Hare Krishna,
We always dream of somebody, a departed loved one, a friend, a relative. We dream of places we use to visit or have not yet visit. But when we are always thinking of a person say, Krishna. That person will manifest in our dreams. So, consciously if we are thinking of Krishna every minute, every hour each day. There`s always this possibility Krishna will manifest animatedly in our dreams. & it`s real.
Om namo bhagavate vasudevaya
krsnaraja melvin
No , They are reflection of our thinking. Better to enjoy it and not try to find any meaning in it.