Archive for year: 2017

Jack and Julia didn’t know it, but they arrived in the world just hours apart on the same day, in the same city and at the same hospital. The nurses even placed them in adjoining cribs in the same maternity wing.

Although their families didn’t socialize, they lived in the same neighborhood, attended the same church and enrolled Jack and Julia in the same grade school. And while the youngsters weren’t in the same classroom, it didn’t mean they weren’t very aware of each other. Even as kids they felt drawn to one another and exchanged glances and shy smiles when they passed in the hallway or spotted each other during recess.

One Friday afternoon a group of older boys decided to pick on eight-year-old Julia in the lunchroom and knocked her books to the floor. Jack intervened, telling the boys to take off or else. Then he picked up Julia’s books and handed them back to her.

“Thank you,” Julia said. “I’m Julia.”

“I know who you are,” Jack said. “I’m Jack.”

“I know who you are, too.” Julia smiled.

The bell rang and they went their separate ways. On Monday morning Julia watched for Jack in the hallway, but he didn’t show up at school that day. He never showed up at school again.

Julia didn’t know that Jack’s parents had been killed in a car crash over the weekend and he was sent away to live with his uncle. While Julia’s happy, stable home life continued uninterrupted, Jack’s became a nightmare. Not only did he have to deal with the emotional trauma of losing his parents, his uncle treated him like dirt from the moment he arrived at his door. Jack was fed only leftovers and wasn’t allowed to eat with his cousins or play with their friends; he wore only hand-me-downs and was forced to work in his uncle’s machine shop each afternoon and all day on weekends. If he complained, he was beaten. On his sixteenth birthday Jack ran away, sleeping wherever he could and saving every dime he earned working odd jobs, hoping to go to college one day.

It took him two years, but Jack made it to college. On his first day, during his first class, the young woman sitting beside him dropped her pen. Jack picked it up and handed it to her. They recognized each other immediately.

“Julia!”

“Jack!”

They went on their first date that evening and caught up on all that had transpired in the decade since they’d last seen one another; they discovered their common birthdays and vowed to never lose sight of each other again. They married at the end of their first college semester and were expecting their first child by the time they graduated and started their own accounting firm.

I met Jack and Julia (and first heard their incredible story) shortly after they had enrolled in some of our astrology and palmistry courses—at the time they were celebrating their 30^th wedding anniversary. Jack wasn’t really interested in metaphysics, but because Julia was, he agreed to study it with her.

“If it makes her happy, it makes me happy,” Jack said during our first consultation.

“We always support each other in everything, even though we have completely different interests and beliefs,” Julia added. “But Ghanshyam, can you tell me why two people born at practically the same time and in the same place can be so vastly different?”

I told them that even though they were born on the same day, and actually shared many of the same planets in their birth charts, they had been born at different hours, which meant their ascendants were different. The ascendant is the zodiac sign rising on the eastern horizon at the moment of our birth. Because of the Earth’s rotation, a different sign appears on the eastern horizon every couple of hours. Our ascendant plays an enormous role in shaping personality and the way our karma unfolds throughout our life. When Julia was born, Aquarius was ascending; later in the day when Jack was born, Cancer was ascending. This gave Jack and Julia completely different life experiences and meant they came into the world to learn different lessons.

Despite their many differences, both Jack and Julia were blessed to have Poorva Punya lines in their hands. A Poorva Punya (“good fortune”) line reflects a rare magnetism to draw the right person into our life—someone with whom we share a common goal or destiny. It is a line that defies time, stretching into our memories of past lives, reuniting us with loved ones in our current life and drawing us toward success and happiness in the future. One of the most powerful reflections of the Poorva Punya line is of the dedication, commitment and loyalty we hold toward our beloved.

“Thank you, Ghanshyam,” Julia said. “You have confirmed what I have known in my heart since I was a child . . . Jack and I are soul mates, we were born to be together.”

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Ever since childhood Brian had fantasized about being a writer. He had a brilliant way with words and caught the attention of several publications at an early age. During college, two of his stories were published in well-known magazines and he even won a prestigious short story contest.

Despite this early promise and his obvious talent, Brian drifted away from writing after graduating. He took a series of temporary telemarketing jobs to pay the rent and, although he had plenty of good story ideas, found he was too tired after work to write them down. Most nights he just flopped onto his couch and fell asleep in front of the TV. Over the next few years several of his girlfriends encouraged him to give up his day job and focus his energy on his passion—they pleaded with him to write. But Brian felt over-pressured by their enthusiasm; he didn’t know how to respond so he did nothing and eventually each relationship just fizzled out.

On his 26^th birthday Brian came to see me for a consultation. He was frustrated at his inability to get started in his chosen career, and was increasingly worried that both his life and his dream of being a writer were passing him by.

“All I want to do is be a writer, Ghanshyam,” he told me. “I know I can do it, but it just doesn’t seem to be happening for me. I can’t bring my ideas to life on paper, let alone keep a relationship alive. My career and my love life are going nowhere.”

The prints I took of Brian’s palm gave me a pretty good notion of the root of his problem.

He indeed possessed the hand of a writer, displaying a truly impressive head line and a strong intuition line that indicated a deep intellect guided by an innate and profound insight into the human condition. Unfortunately, his head line was enmeshed in a massive web of intricately woven interference lines. These types of interference lines are often found in a hand that is finely textured with a skin consistency that is very soft to the touch. A fine texture and soft consistency frequently reflect a sensitive, kind and empathetic nature, but can also indicate we lack the fire and passion to get things done.

I pressed my thumb into Brian’s palm—the simple action left a dent in his skin that did not immediately bounce back. The lack of resiliency confirmed what the prints had told me: Brian had a good and gentle nature but lacked the fortitude, motivation or staying power to tackle the demands of a writing career—or the demands of a committed relationship.

“Let me ask you something about yourself, Brian . . . and please answer honestly,” I said. “When it comes to work or love, do you find you would rather go with the flow and stick with the status quo than test yourself and work hard to get what you want?”

Brian sighed. “I think you hit the nail on the head Ghanshyam. It’s not that I’m lazy—I just prefer being comfortable. I know my attitude is holding me back, but I can’t seem to shake off this sense of lethargy.”

“Well, let’s see if we can do that together,” I said. “You have the natural genius and talent to be a great writer—but all these crisscrossing interference lines are forcing you to use your head line improperly. You use it to make excuses instead of making things happen, you daydream instead of applying yourself, you waver instead of committing and you procrastinate instead of acting. Getting rid of those interference lines will help forge the attitude you need to develop your gifts and put them into motion. And once you’ve accomplished that, your writing career and your love life will begin to take shape.”

I designed a program of meditation and yoga for Brian to develop his powers of concentration and his physical stamina. He began showing great improvement in just a matter of weeks and had started writing short stories again. Sadly, in an effort to save money, he moved in with his brother, a no-nonsense criminal lawyer who didn’t understand meditation and had no patience for yoga. He gave Brian an ultimatum: abandon palmistry or leave his house.

When making major changes in ourselves, it is critical to have the support and encouragement of those we love and rely on. Brian was on the verge of making his dream a reality, but had not developed enough resilience to do it on his own. Instead he chose to quit yoga and meditation in order to remain in the comfort of his brother’s home. As far as I know, he never wrote again.

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