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 The evening is quiet, save for the distant hum of the city which feels miles away from our sanctuary. A cool breeze flows through the vast balcony, carrying the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine. We are relaxing leisurely—my head rests comfortably in her lap, her fingers walking, dancing gently on my chest. The rhythm of her touch is soothing, grounding me in the present moment. Beloved : She traces a line on my forehead, smoothing a frown I didn't know was there. Her voice is soft, blending with the breeze. "Last time, we went so deep into the dark waters of the subconscious. It was necessary, I know, but it felt so heavy. Shall we discuss something lighter today? Something soft?" Me : I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and enjoying the peace of the moment. "Yes. Let’s talk about Surrender. It sounds heavy to some, perhaps even weak, but it is actually the lightest state of being." Beloved: "Surrender? That sounds like giving up. Like losin...

  Caution to the Reader: The conversation below explores the uncomfortable truths of why unforeseen events—even tragedies—occur in our lives. It dives into the raw mechanics of the subconscious mind. The content is hard to digest and may challenge your deepest beliefs, but it is a liberating one. Proceed only if you are courageous and ready to take full responsibility for your reality. Absolutely no scope for blaming anyone whatsoever. It is you and you are fully responsible. A quiet evening, sitting together after a visit to the neighbors. Beloved: That was heavy... visiting the neighbors. They are so heartbroken. They kept saying they felt helpless, that death just stole their happiness away. Me: It is heartbreaking to see them in pain. But you know... as I sat there listening to them, I realized something that is hard to say out loud. Beloved: What do you mean? Me: I told them that no one dies unless they choose to. It may not be a conscious choice written on paper, bu...

  Insecurities, sympathy, and what really helps I recently watched a video about insecurities, and it stayed with me. The story is about a girl who has visible marks on her face. She is constantly worried about them and believes that no one likes her. In the video, the world seems to align with her fear: customers who come to the store where she works turn away after looking at her face, and her colleagues make fun of her. As viewers, it is very natural for us to feel angry at the people around her and to sympathize with the girl. We may even hope for some miracle where everyone suddenly realizes their mistake and starts treating her with kindness. But looking at it more deeply, that doesn’t seem like a real solution. There are billions of people in this world; it is not practical to give moral lessons to everyone and ensure that they always behave perfectly. And even if we keep feeling sorry for her, how long will that relief last? If she starts depending on sympathy, she might mi...

 *The heart I am referring here is non physical like mind. From the point of Vijay , there is one consciousness that is aware of “Vijay,” and this same consciousness flows through the whole body, touching billions or even trillions of cells. Yet each cell seems to have its own kind of focused consciousness: a heart cell is busy with heart work, a liver cell with liver work, and so on. Still, all these countless cells work together in collaboration for the higher consciousness—the consciousness of Vijay in this context. When this collaboration is smooth, the body is healthy. When it breaks down, especially for a long time, it shows up as disease, especially chronic disease . In this way of seeing, thoughts that arise from the overall consciousness of Vijay can be called the  heart , and thoughts that arise from the small, focused awareness of individual parts can be called the  mind . So, there is one heart and many minds. On the bigger scale, one pure consciousness (I)...

We were driving on a silent highway, trees standing on both sides like guardians. The sun was trying to touch the car roof, slipping through the leaves in soft, golden patches. My attention kept drifting from the road to the scenery, the colorful flowers, the songs and dance of birds—and above all, to the silent, luminous presence of my beloved sitting next to me. At times our shoulders touched, our fingers found each other, and our words flowed freely, as if the whole car was wrapped in a gentle embrace. All of this together did something magical to me. It felt as if I was gently transported to another plane, and my whole body filled with a subtle, powerful feeling. I didn’t know what to call it, so I simply named it: the energy of love . The energy of love always wants to express itself somehow. Different people express it in different ways, according to their nature and abilities. The outer forms of those expressions may look different, but behind every natural, effortless action th...

 They were driving in silence for a while, hands loosely intertwined on the gear console.  “Suddenly I feel so much love in the heart and It’s overflowing,” he said softly. “I feel like giving you something or giving something to anyone. The feeling of love is never specific to anyone or anything and it just needs to be expressed. But I don’t know what to give or what to do with this energy of love.”  She smiled and looked at him. “Okay,” she said, “what if I were in a state as you and ask you the same question? What would you want from me, right now?”  He thought for a moment and laughed. “Honestly? My answer keeps changing. It’s always spontaneous. Right now, I’m just hungry. You can do anything you like to express your love.”   “That’s it?” she teased. “Something so simple?”  “Yes,” he nodded.  “I thought,” she said, “you’d ask for something memorable. Something you could keep with you for a long time, like a special gift or a symbol of this m...