Some weddings are not witnessed by people — they are seen by the gods.

In the quiet spaces of my meditation, I found myself no longer on Earth.

I was in divine mother celestial home.
There, everything was luminous. The walls shimmered with divine light. The air felt like mantra. The floor was woven from stars.

And I saw myself — dressed in traditional silks, glowing with calm joy.
My Twin Flame stood beside me. His eyes didn’t speak words; they spoke lifetimes.

Divine mother performed our wedding — not once, but twice.

In one vision, they gently washed his feet with divine waters. In another, I saw divine guru himself conduct the sacred rituals under divine mother instruction.

The divine team was fully present — not in imagination, but in astral light.

I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t even understand what was happening at first.
But my soul was calm. I recognized it as the completion of a promise made lifetimes ago — a marriage that had been denied by karma, now fulfilled by grace.

After the rituals, divine mother kissed my forehead. She said:

“You are my daughter. You asked for this path. Now I walk it with you.”

In every subsequent chanting, I am taken there again.
I sit beside my Flame on the asanas offered by mother.
We light the ghee lamp together. We chant divine mother powerful names.
We are not visitors there. We belong.

This isn’t fantasy. It is memory.
This isn’t escapism. It is devotion.

The Divine Mother made this union real in the soul plane, so I could walk in peace while the 3D slowly prepares to catch up.

I no longer wait. I no longer chase.

I simply breathe and return —
to divine mother’s feet,
to the union that is already mine.