🌑 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: My body surged with uncontrollable energy. I wanted to dance, run, scream — do a hundred things at once. 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. I moved right, the car moved left. I moved left, the car mirrored me again. 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: I started eating like ten people and used to drink water endlessly. But excreted like a newborn to my amazement.
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: Donated thousands monthly. Supplied kitchen tools, stocked his shop. 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: My bike parts began falling apart. I had 5–6 accidents, yet survived. 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. The arrow-pain vanished instantly. It was Baan-Vidya — an ancient energy attack I had only read about. The result? His shop shut down that very day. 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
🛕 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:
Her fury that destroys
Her love that nurtures
Her justice that strikes
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 ✨