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Spiritualists Interact

Spiritualists interact My Dad's Colloquium was arranged at best. Also, Memorial Hall to inaugurate on his honor Everything was scheduled and program well set. I was unaware: Am I entitled to speak in seminar? I was feeling emotive urge to speak on this occasion. I was the first to write about his life and works when he was alive. How could I keep silent on his special recognition? I volunteered to go for extempore finding no other alternative. I ventured and spoke so well, I myself was astonished. Soul of Dad interacted with mine as if I voiced messages of Dad. Divine tie between me and Dad was instantly established. Since forty years the facts I forgot, miraculously flashed. I recollected, I worked shortly in Dad’s Cloud Chamber. I felt proud enchanted revealing information to rewind, to see myself as the only one present in the seminar directly associated with Dad’s work: I was redefined. 10/07/18

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Date: 10/7/2018 3:43:00 PM
The power of love, Anisha, your poem is so uplifting..
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Anisha Dutta
Date: 10/8/2018 12:55:00 AM
Thank you harry. My Dad was my idol, philosopher n guide.

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