Kheema (chicken and my bheja – brain) fry

I return to the blogging world faster than I thought, there are days I manage to impress my own self.  I finally had time to get a massage yesterday and it was uplifting, on my way back I thought I will get some gas for the car.  Nourish your soul with a massage; nourish your car with some gas.  I noticed as I stopped at the station this white truck pulled up and was just sitting across from me, nobody got out and the windows was pretty tinted.  I didn’t think of it much, then as I started to drive at the same time the truck started to drive too that got me suspicious.  In the last few weeks if anything my love Aaron has taught me is to be hyper vigilant.  I stopped at Lowes food to pick up half and half for my coffee and the truck followed me and stopped there too.  Now this was really creepy (horror movie music played in my mind), so I got in my car and hurriedly drove off to lose the truck.   In the attempt to do so I found myself at a Sonic; hey they say extra pounds make it harder for them to kidnap you, I was just being careful.  In the end you will be happy to know that I survived just because of my spidey sense. 

For the few who read my blog and the ones who know me should have a pretty good idea about my fascination with the spiritual world.  I have inherited this gift of medium-ship and clairvoyance from my ancestor, not something I asked for (I did ask for gold, diamonds and lots of money) but something that was just given to me.   Even though there are others who seem to have more faith in my ability and gut, I am always a skeptic when it comes to spiritual realm.  I think at this point even they are tired of proving themselves to me, but the fascination always lingers.  The reason I bring this up is because I wonder sometimes why it is so easy for others to believe in you but you not in yourself.  I always feel that when I ask a certain question to the higher self for clarity my feelings and greed cloud the guidance I receive.  The more I read about different spiritual practices and the limitlessness of our brain’s abilities, the more of a skeptic I become.  I would think the more I read the more convinced I should be, I can absorb all the books about believing but getting to the point of believing is always a challenge for me. 

I was educated by a friend of mine on this practice called Prana Healing, the concept of taking your own body energy and healing others and yourself.  This goes hand in hand with Quantum healing, the idea of physical pain caused by suppressed emotions, and healing the pain by fixing the energy and raising your vibrational frequency.  I quickly googled and found a center close by so I can talk about it, because my curiosity will never end in this matter.  It always happens the day I have to sit quietly somewhere my stomach has its own mind and is just roaring.  As the nice lady was sharing the information about this therapy my stomach was making the noise of a jet about to take off.  My phone seems to be possessed at the same time as the ringer is going on and off on its own.  Maybe that was my hint that I should not try meditation or maybe that much peace and quiet is not for me.  Irrespective the meditation that followed was rapid but the energy felt between palms was undeniable.  I filed that in my mind to follow-up on and read more about it; I had another workshop that day to attend.   This just came to me from somewhere on meet-up so I thought it was a sign that I was supposed to attend it.  This was about Akashic Records fundamentally there is a library in the ether which holds all our soul records like an illustrative library.  There are librarians who are known as Masters who guard the records and those if meditated upon can have a heart-to-heart with you about your past life doings.  A lot of time we are told karma, some of the things we suffer from are our past life karma I thought it would be great to know what mine were so I can fix them.  I sat through the workshop and absorbed the information that was being given, then went through a guided meditation where you walk through forests and crystals and finally reach a plush couch to have the conversation.  When I got to the couch, in my mind I was ecstatic just at the prospect to sit and feel tranquil.  I did have some sort of talks, some things are not shared; however when I got out of the workshop and meditation I still thought – was that my imagination or was it really a spiritual intervention.  All the relaxation got to me, so finally when I got back home I had to pop a bottle open and drink some happy red juice. 

They say once you open the door, it is hard to to close.  I then read about Angelic light healing, one google page leads to another.  So I call this lady up convinced I need an angelic light healing, this is how our conversation goes.

Me:  Introduces myself, tells her about how I found her information and believably tell her that I need a healing.  
Her:  Great nice to chat with you, what are we doing this healing for?
Me:  I am not sure, all I know I need healing
Her:  Have you been abused in your life?
Me:  No I was never abused physically or emotionally
Her:  (sensing her bemusement) then why are we doing this? What is it that you need in life?

Me:  I am not sure, I have everything.

Her:  *finally gives up* okay I have a session open next week we can schedule for. 
Me:  Great I will see you then

I am pretty certain the lady on the phone was rather confused about a person who needs no healing asking for healing.  Yes another interesting experience of skepticism awaits, though if my sister is reading this I am sure to get a yelling from her and a long sermon on believing.   I do have another experience on spiritualism to share but that shall wait for another post.

The weather gods here were in a passionate mood today, the thunder and lightning were having a rather bawdy rendezvous.  A perfect day for some spicy chicken kheema (minced meat), I wanted to be ambitious and make a shepherd’s pie; but was too busy fighting my SQL server and errors on it.  I did my body some good and skipped the rice this time and decided to go with barley and daikon seeds, you can choose your own form of grain or starch to eat with it.


  • 1 large onion diced
  • ¾ cup diced tomatoes (I used canned)
  • 2 small potatoes large cubes
  • 2 tsp. cumin seeds
  • 1-1/2 tbsp. garlic minced
  • 1-1/2 tbsp. ginger minced
  • 2 tbsp. kasturi methi
  • 1 tbsp. fennel seeds
  • 1 tbsp. red chili powder (use this sparingly, mine is usually not that spicy so adjust as per your level)
  • 1 tbsp. turmeric powder
  • 1-1/2 tbsp. Punjabi garam masala
  • 1lb minced chicken
  • Salt to taste
  • 2 tbsp.  oil (I used coconut oil, this can be your choice)Method Heat oil in the pan and add the cumin seeds to temper, keeping sure not to burn.  Add the onions to the pot and let it brown, very important for the right flavor is to brown the onions carefully.  Add the ginger, garlic, and other rest of the seasonings to the mix and sauté until the raw flavor is gone.  Add the potato and let it cook for a few minutes (add water or chicken stock here if the pan is too dry).  Once the potatoes are cooked for a couple of minutes, add the diced tomatoes and sauté sauté for a quick minute.  Add the chicken and let it cook till it is done.  If you want you can add chopped boiled eggs to the mix, there are days I do like that as well.  Serve it with rice or roti and your favorite fixings.

 Lately I have been craving a lot of papad (Indian version of rice chips is best I can describe it) garlic to be exact.  I think my body is keeping prepared with enough garlic in case one of the local vampires decides to attack.  I have also added tzatziki to my bowl, I am certain I was a Grecian in my last life but more on that as I explore my past life through various spiritual mechanism.  I will end my ranting here and hope you guys enjoy your New Year’s Eve, be safe!






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