🌑 Beginnings in School
My connection with Mother Divine, Kali Maa, has always been wild, twisted, and anything but ordinary.
Back in school, I used to buy huge books filled with Her mantras, dhyan shlokas, stotras, and kavachs.
I tried reading them all but found most too complex.
Then — I stumbled upon a simple Bengali song, a small mantra of Hers.
I began chanting it obsessively.
And what followed was intense:
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My body surged with uncontrollable energy
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I wanted to dance, run, scream — do a hundred things at once
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Worst part? I couldn’t even drive safely
🏍️ The Bike & the Dance with Death
One day while riding my bike, chanting Her name — the bike and I began shaking, dancing.
On a deserted road, a car appeared opposite me.
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I moved right, the car moved left.
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I moved left, the car mirrored me again.
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Back and forth — five to six rounds.
We were seconds away from collision when suddenly, both vehicles diverged at the last possible moment — barely 1–2 feet apart.
We stopped. Looked back. Stunned.
That moment changed me forever.
I realized:
Kali is not your average Divine friend.
She is fierce, untamed.
She finishes karmas with speed and brutality.
She can flip destiny before it’s even written.
🔥 Mantras Too Strong to Hold
Years passed. I stopped following the heavy books. Sometimes I’d even tear out a page — as if to “let go” of Her.
Then came another encounter — an unwritten mantra.
I chanted it for a week… then abruptly stopped.
Why? My body went haywire:
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Ate like ten people
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Drank water endlessly
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But excreted like a newborn
In dreams, karmas were burned away — visions of suffering that never had to manifest in waking life.
I realized:
Worshipping Kali is like upgrading both hardware and software — at cosmic speed.
Her force was too much. I stopped again.
But She never left me.
🛕 The Holy Shopkeeper & His Ganas
Years later, I met a humble shopkeeper — a holy man in disguise.
Around him were Maa Kali’s Ganas — beings that could shift objects, read minds, cause or cure destruction.
But he lived simply — ran community kitchens every Thursday in the name of a benevolent Fakir.
I supported him:
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Donated thousands monthly
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Supplied kitchen tools, stocked his shop
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Bought a high-end laptop for his daughter (she thought it was from him)
This went on for 3–5 years.
One day, I asked him about his Ganas.
He exploded in anger. As if I’d asked for his soul.
I was hurt — he could’ve just said no.
⚔️ Spiritual Warfare
Soon after:
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My bike parts began falling apart
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I had 5–6 accidents, yet survived
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Dreams turned darker — filled with disturbed spirits, eunuchs, tormented souls
Then — the alloy of my brand-new bike broke twice in two days.
Still, I didn’t give in.
But the final blow came:
I woke with an arrow-like pain piercing my chest.
Later in the bath — saw 4–5 deep red scratch marks torn into my thigh.
I was shaken.
🐯 The Nuclear Response
I lit an agarbatti, invoked Pratyangira Devi.
Within 5 minutes, I launched what I call a nuclear spiritual blow.
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The arrow-pain vanished instantly
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It was Baan-Vidya — an ancient energy attack I had only read about
The result?
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His shop shut down that very day
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A week later, he was hospitalized — completely unwell
To balance the Ganas and the forces stirred,
I returned to Kali Maa — with intensity.
🔥 Kali does not “stay” with you. She takes you over.
Her love is brutal, her lessons uncompromising.
But once She claims you, there is no way back.
🔱 The Vision
I prayed for weeks — and then, She manifested before my very eyes.
Her form was terrifying —
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Standing over Lord Shiva
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Tongue out, dripping red
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Fierce, awakened, unstoppable
That was the day I knew — my prayers were not whispers into the void.
They had reached Her.
🛕 The Shopkeeper & His Gana
For that shopkeeper, I stayed away for nearly two years.
Now, I only visit once or twice a week.
I still hold a rare photograph — a single frame where his Gana was caught on camera.
An ethereal presence, unmistakably not of this world.
☠️ Descent into Shamshan Kali
Later, I went deeper — into the terrifying form of Shamshan Kali —
the Goddess who reigns in graveyards,
the Mother who dissolves illusion with a single glance.
🍵 The Goldbees Tea Guy Incident
One afternoon, during an office break, I stopped by a small tea stall — run by Mr. Goldbees Tea Guy.
I asked him for a bud and, without thinking, said:
“Beta, please give it.”
He lost it.
He was three times my age — how dare I call him beta?
I apologized, but deep down I knew… it wasn’t me who had spoken.
The next morning, while bending down, he was suddenly kicked from behind by an unseen force.
He told me later:
“Yaar, subah jhuk pad gayi.”
His body folded into an inverted ‘U’ — 180 degrees.
I knew instantly Who had done it.
I prayed to Kali Maa — begged Her for forgiveness, for healing.
In three days, he was perfectly fine.
⚡ The Essence of My Journey
This has been my journey — chaotic, humbling, miraculous.
I’ve witnessed:
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Her fury that destroys
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Her love that nurtures
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Her justice that strikes
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Her power that protects
Kali Maa is not for the faint of heart.
She is not a sweet lullaby.
She is the wild storm that clears your soul in ways you never imagined.
And this — what I share now — is the best I can do to put Her story, and mine, into words.
✨ Hope you felt even a glimpse of Her.
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