When I was at university in Wales, I had some classes on economics and I was also interested in PROUT.

The university classes were a bit depressing, so I used to read the book ‘PROUTIST Economics’ to keep me inspired. 

One day I dreamt that I was on a big field and that there was a war going on. Many people were there, fighting. At some point I looked up into the sky and I felt like all this was just a drama, fully controlled by Parama Purus’a. The situation must have resembled the time of the Mahabharata war where Krsna had controlled everything. 

I was engaged in fighting with someone who had long red hair when I heard some noise. I looked up to the horizon and could see some sort of mountain collapsing and burying everything under it. It was coming towards us. Then I looked back at the person with whom I had been fighting and could see that he had taken away something from me and that he was somehow happily running away into the forest.

Then, I thought ‘this mountain is going to bury everything under it and we are all going to die’. So I waited until it arrived and then everything became black. It was as if all the lights and sounds had gone out. At that moment I took Guru Mantra and imagined that this world was Brahma.

Although I never really felt that I had died, somehow I came back to life again and I could see that I was in India. However, it was a different India. It seemed to be the India of the future. I was in a city and around me were beautiful buildings, a little bit in the style of those in Paris. There were no cars and there was no pollution. The dominant feeling or impression I had was that everything was sentient. Everything seemed pure. Yet, that purity was also of a dynamic nature. I walked through the street and could see that the people too seemed very pure and that their minds were very sharp and one-pointed. Genetically, they looked like the people in India from today, maybe a little taller.

I came to a big building. Inside was a hall which had some sort of square in it. It seemed to be some kind of market place. But no physical goods sold were sold there. It was a bit like a stock market but I think something other than stocks must have been traded there. I went up to the second floor to see better what was happening.

I came to some sort of balcony with a view onto the market hall. I looked down to the left hand side corner at the end of the hall. There, I saw a man sitting on a simple wooden chair. He wore an orange coloured dress made of silk. His head was resting on His hand (that was holding His chin and cheek) and His elbow was resting on His knee. He was looking at me as if He had been waiting for me to finally notice Him. Then He smiled and I realised that it was Baba.

So I quickly decided to go down again into the hall so that I could be with Him. But when I arrived, He was not there anymore. I looked to my left side and saw that there was some sort of stairway there going up. I thought that Baba must have gone that way and so I went up the stairway. 

On the next floor I saw an old hut made out of wood. It contrasted with all the other modern buildings that were around. One old Dada was there. I internally felt that Baba was inside the hut and so I told Him: ‘I want to see your master.’ He answered that his master was not there. But I was sure that Baba was there and so I insisted and asked him again. Then he eventually consented to go and ask Him if I could see Him. I was happy and waited. 

When he came back, he said: ‘He is very busy. He doesn’t have time now.’ Although I was a little sad, I really felt that Baba was very, very busy taking care of this whole PROUTISTIC society. So I just said: ‘ok, thank you.’

Then, I turned around and went to look out of some windows that were just beside one road. I saw people walking up and down the road as before. Then, suddenly, I saw a man coming out of one street in front of me and turning left into the somewhat bigger road. He was wearing a grey business suit and carrying a suitcase with His right hand. He looked up at me and, with a twinkle in His eyes, smiled at me. I saw that it was Baba. My heart became filled with happiness. I realised He had not forgotten me.

Later, I was again walking on some street in that city and again the very pure and sharp mind of the people there caught my attention. As before, my main impression was that everything was through and through sentient. After a while, I woke up.

Baba gave me a taste of the future and showed me that both spirituality (represented by the orange dress He was wearing) and economic or mundane progress (represented by the business suit He was wearing) will go hand in hand.