Moon Energy
Serena is a lady in her late thirties. She was a little hesitant but opened up slowly.
“Mine is an arranged marriage and I also have a 7-year-old son. On the surface, everything seems fine. My husband is a good man who provides for the house and is a responsible father. Yet, something is missing. I have never experienced love. I am talking of the love for which I will do anything- take wild risks, cheat, and lie and even take on the entire world. I want to experience this love; I want someone who loves me as much, with as much intensity.”
Clad in a regular sari with no make up look, Serena looked one of the many housewives whose life can be described as `routine`.
“What is preventing you?”
“But nothing is happening in my life. Though I live in Mumbai, my life is as unexciting as if
I was in some little county! Will Moon Energy and Feng Shui bring love in my life?” She asked.
As usual, I didn't make any promises. I simply said, “Hopefully. What have you to lose?”
She did the course and disappeared.
“I remember the date I visited you. It was 6th October 2003. It was a Monday as you said that Monday is an auspicious day for learning the method to harness Moon Energy. I charged the crystal and mirror the way you told me. It was again a Monday, 15th December 2003 that my life changed. My sister, who is based in Chicago, sent a couple of parcels for me and my mother. I received the phone number of the family from where I was to get these parcels picked up. As our driver was on leave, I went to this family.
“This is when I met him; the man of my dreams…For the first time in my life I understood what they mean by going weak in the knees…I do not even know how we talked so much in our first meeting and who really took the initiative…but I had a passionate relationship with this man. It was like my fantasy turned into reality. It lasted a week. Can you imagine this man, younger than me, was ready to marry me? He didn’t’ care that I was already married and had a son,” Serena said excitedly.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Honestly, I developed cold feet…” she sighed.
I didn’t know whether to chide her or admire her.
Note: The right of privacy is sacred for me. The names of the people mentioned in the diary are usually changed to protect the identity of my clients.