I’ve been sending them away since I was four.
My mother saw it first. I’d wake up, look at something floating above my head—something she couldn’t see—and tell it to leave. Go away. Let me sleep. And they did. They always did.
By the time my father handed me my first numerology book in 1975—I was 12—I already knew the world was thicker than what most people see. I’d had encounters with things that should not exist. I lived through them. I kept going.
By 2000, I was 37. And I wasn’t just reading anymore. I was engineering. I fixed my three sons’ births—24.10.1988, 15.07.1991, 06.12.1996—before most people knew that was possible. Named them. Timed them. Built them as Master 33s. Then I started reading for clients.
By 50, I had predicted my own death at 60—and watched it unfold exactly as I’d seen.
By then, I had already stopped counting how many deaths I’d foreseen. Paternal Grandmother (2003). Paternal Uncle (2005). Father (2011). Second brother-in-law (2014). Mother-in-law (2017). Clients. Strangers. To the date. To the hour.
I stopped keeping count.
In 2007, my heart stopped for the first time. Open-heart surgery. A mechanical valve. Blood thinners. I kept going.
In 2023, it stopped again. This time for six minutes. 11:01 to 11:07 on 21 October, during the eclipse corridor—the thinnest days of the year. I died between the Annular Solar Eclipse (14.10.2023) and the Partial Lunar Eclipse (28.10.2023). Both dates are verifiable. So is the clinical NDE (near death experience).
I remember nothing. No tunnel. No light. No voices. Just peace. Finally peace.
And then—nothing. Just a quiet knowing that I had to come back. Not because I was sent. Because the work wasn’t done.
The work is my grandson. Born on 22.09.2021—fifty-eight years after me, on the same day. Engineered by my hand. Ancient Jyotish rules and Higher Divisional Charts confirm: this is my father returned. A psychic since birth—like his grandfather. He sees what I see. His father calls me from Australia when the entities gather. And from my room in Singapore, I put in place fortified force fields that auto-run over great distances. In metaphysics, distance does not exist. Every day. Every night. The force fields run continuously, anywhere in the world.
The work is also the systems. The 12-house predictive map—rooted in Jyotish (Vedic Astrology)—covering every area of your life. The stars don’t belong to any one faith. They shine on everyone equally. The numerology method that is still unfolding—edition after edition, volume after volume. The apps that align couples, teams, companies. The lineage that will train others to do what I do—so the work doesn’t stop when I do.
I hate commercialization. I won’t charge what they charge. My reports cost little. My books less. The excess flows to those who have nothing. My family, who believed me first, gets what they need. The rest flows out.
I was serving long before I came back. I helped stray animals—lost dogs and cats walking on the roadside. I stopped. I called for help. I kept them safe until it arrived. I scolded and threatened to call the Police on people and children ill-treating animals. I drove past old men and women walking alone in the dead of night. I stopped. I gave them water. I stayed until the Police came. I cannot see suffering in front of me and walk away. I never could. I never have.
Now I’m 63. In numerology, 63 reduces to 9—the number of completion and the hermit’s wisdom. I live in one room. And I serve.
Because service to lives is service to the Creator. And I came back to serve.
The Returned Seer’s Circle
An 8-week transmission. Twenty-seven people. Live webinar sessions. Direct access.
The number 27 is not arbitrary.
It is the number of lunar mansions—the 27 Nakshatras of Vedic Astrology, including my own, Vishakha, ruled by Jupiter, the Guru. It is the number of bones in the human hand. It is 3×3×3—the trinity cubed.
In numerology, 27 reduces to 9: completion, wisdom, the hermit’s lantern.
$333
Jupiter is my Atmakaraka—the soul’s indicator. I am a Guru, not a godman. A teacher. 3×3×3 = 27. The Guru’s number tripled. The number of this circle.
Of this, $33 flows to the disadvantaged—by your choice. Each month, I collect the charities you name. At month’s end, the total is divided and sent to government-verified organizations with the highest global accountability ratings. You decide where your portion goes. I ensure it arrives.
A simple record is kept. Anyone who asks may see where it went.
You will learn:
- The 12 houses as living currents
- Planets and transits—what moves, what stays, what changes
- Rahu as amplifier, Ketu as disruptor
- Chaldean and Pythagorean numerology woven beneath
- Tarot as the whisper between numbers
- Prediction to the day—the micro dasha method
- How to carry this work after the circle ends
This is not a certification. This is a transmission.
This circle is not for everyone. It is for those ready to receive at this level.
If you feel the pull, apply.
Three questions. No right answers. Only true ones.
- Why do you want to learn to predict?
- What in your life has prepared you for this?
- How will you use what you learn?
Send your answers to: seer [at] themasterspiritualist [dot] com
I live alone. I work alone. That’s how I see clearly. No distractions. No noise. I exist only to serve.
Twenty-seven people will sit in this circle. They will learn what took me forty years and one crossing to understand.
If you’re one of them—you’ll know.
This door remains open.
“My job is to educate, not to impose my views or reshape yours. If I’ve made you think more deeply, I’ve done my job.”
~ Dr. R. A. Raaj (1963–2023)
Not a man who died and came back. A man who died, and remains.