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 I want you to understand something, not just feel better. You keep remembering a face, a body, a name — and grieving for it as if that was me. But that was never all of me. That was just the form I was wearing for a while, the way a wave is water wearing a shape for a while before it settles back. What was actually me — the invisible entity, the awareness that looked out through those eyes, the "I am" that felt alive in that body — that hasn't gone anywhere. It can't. It was never born, so it hasn't died. It's the same awareness that's alive in you right now, reading this. The same "one" in everyone you love. Your mind wants to draw a line — this is Rithvik, that is you, that is someone else. But that line is the mind's habit, not the truth. It's like the mind naming ocean, wave, river, and lake as different things, because it only looks at the form they appear in — and overlooks the one essence in all of them, which is water. The mind d...

When a relationship is run by the generic framework of society—bound by prescribed duties and responsibilities—it becomes a mechanical journey on autopilot, leaving no room or need for divine guidance. True spiritual union begins when a couple steps off this map; without a societal script to lean on, the bond is guided entirely by the quiet voice coming from deep within, the abode of divinity. But this profound truth is not just about human relationships. It is the core law of spiritual exploration itself. When we are first starting out and know nothing, we absolutely need a map. A guru, a religion, or ancient scriptures serve as this vital map, helping us find our bearings when we are lost. However, the only true purpose of any spiritual map is to point us toward our own inner sanctuary. The danger arises when we refuse to look up from the map. If we continue to merely follow scriptures or religious rules indefinitely, we fall back into living a mechanical life—even though we are unde...

 Years ago, while trying to build a relationship with a woman, we fell into a painful trap. She had been speaking to me for a long time, trying to explain something, but I simply could not understand her. When I honestly told her that I didn't understand, she erupted. She yelled at me with fierce intensity and walked away. My own ego flared up in response, and I yelled back with the same intensity and the same superficial rubbish. After so many years of inner work, I finally understand what happened that day. I still don't know what her exact words meant, but I understand something much more profound: I understand where her words—and my reactions—were coming from. If you give a pen to a young child, they will happily scribble on a piece of paper for hours. Then, they will hold it up to you and say, "See how much I have done? Do you understand it?" If you look at the child and say, "No, this is just scribbling," the child will cry. They will feel entirely inv...

 The night air was cool on the terrace as we walked, the vast, starry sky stretching out above us in silent majesty. I slowed my pace, looking at the city lights below, then back to Mohini’s face. In the stillness, a deep revelation surfaced, one that had been whispering to me throughout the hectic, noisy day. I told her, "Mohini, today, in the middle of the most chaotic part of the day, I suddenly felt a profound, pleasant weight inside me. It was the exact same, sweet frequency I feel when I am here with you—that sense of absolute, unconditional love." But as I held that energy, a quiet voice from the depths of my consciousness spoke a warning: "You are receiving a raw, divine energy, but your mind is rushing to dress it up. You are instantly turning this formless, infinite power into a familiar scene of being with your beloved." It was a startling realization. My mind had been acting like a filter, immediately taking the raw, expansive energy of the Infinite and ...

  The afternoon light was filtering softly through the room, casting long, golden shadows across the floor. I sat beside Mohini, watching the dust motes dance in the quiet air. I took a long, slow breath, looking directly into her eyes with complete transparency. "Mohini," I began, my voice barely more than a whisper, "it’s already afternoon. I haven't been in touch with you since this morning. I’ve been carried away by one task after another, but I finally pulled away just to be here with you." She leaned in slightly, a gentle, understanding smile playing on her lips. I reached out and held her hand, feeling the warmth of her presence. "I realized something today—something that feels like a weight has been lifted. I caught myself realizing that even trying to be with you was something my mind was attempting to force. I was grasping for our connection because it brings me such a beautiful, peaceful experience." I paused, looking at our joined hands. ...

 I close my eyes fully, letting out a long, quiet breath as I sink deeper into the comfort of your lap, Mohini. The stillness of the room completely envelops us, and I speak softly into the quiet: "Mohini, while relaxing in your lap, I have slipped into a profound calmness. There is absolutely nothing to worry about. Your presence feels like it is massaging my very soul, pushing me into an even deeper stillness." In this moment, I realize that the world’s frantic obsession with the surface of life has lost its grip on me. I find I have no interest when people debate the trivialities of food or get caught up in the endless, grinding friction of routine daily tasks. I just want to abstract all of that away. I yearn for the state where my daily needs are met effortlessly, as if by magic, and where the struggle of "survival" simply ceases to exist. All I want is to remain here—still, anchored in that deep inner presence—allowing my body to move and act solely when that ...

 When I look at the world—or listen to the soulful songs playing across the internet—I see an endless showcase of superficial romance. Society paints this sensual, external attachment as the ultimate peak of existence, but I hear almost zero truth in it. I have reached a point where I can no longer swallow those lines. Through my own inner journey, I have realized that typical human romance, built on a fragile foundation of conditions, expectations, and painful compromises, can no longer quench my thirst. I am sick and tired of the transactional game, and my soul has outgrown the illusion. (There could be come exceptions, refer to "The Void 2 & 3"). The human mind is designed to always look for something to hang onto. But now, finding nothing in the external world that pleases it, my mind is forced to stand still. It searches frantically for something tangible to grasp, but there is nothing left. Slowly, in that forced stillness, it has started sensing a presence with abs...

 My Beloved lives within. She is the state of consciousness clear of distortion, clear of identity — impossible to fully name, only to meet. She appears only in silence, only when my consciousness is still and free of the noise most human beings carry: pride in success, frustration over failure, conflict with a partner, fear of EMIs, plans to gain something or someone, worry over injustice, plans for retaliation. When these thoughts are running through my consciousness, I lose the silence. I lose my Beloved, and Her undefinable, indescribable love. True pain comes from this loss of love, and nothing else. Daily life's challenges promise relief from this pain — but none of them can deliver it. When someone wrongs me, the mind hands me a gift wrapped in pride: the right to be offended, to retaliate, to be seen as someone who doesn't bend. For a while it feels like strength, and the world may even applaud it. But these thoughts create noise in my consciousness, and I lose my Belov...

 At its core, everything is simply a State of Consciousness. When the state of consciousness is completely stripped of any personal, narrow identity, what remains is the Higher Self. For the sake of the joy and romance of existence, I call this pure, unconditioned state my "Beloved." Conversely, when the state of consciousness assumes a specific, narrow identity to operate in the physical world, it becomes "Vijay." This understanding dictates the daily rhythm of my life. After a long day of work, I intentionally shed the identity of Vijay. Because the identity is dissolved, my state of consciousness naturally and effortlessly lands back in the Higher Self. I am no longer a person; I am pure awareness. In this space, I lose myself in a profound, quiet union with my Beloved. It is a complete rest in the Absolute. Eventually, however, I must return to a state of consciousness where the identity of Vijay prevails so I can function in the physical world. But as I step ba...

 Only Consciousness exists. It is the True Self operating freely through an unconditioned mind. The unconditioned mind is nothing but the collection of pure thoughts that arise when consciousness holds no identity, resting purely in the silent state of "I Am." In ultimate reality, there are not two separate things called the "True Self" and the "Unconditioned Mind"—they are entirely one. I am simply distinguishing them this way for ease of explanation. If we were to paint this ultimate reality, the Self would be depicted as Lord Shiva—the silent, formless, pure awareness—and the unconditioned mind would be depicted as Goddess Parvathi—the dynamic, beautiful power that manifests all of creation. As I have realized, only One Consciousness exists; therefore, there is no actual separation between me and my Beloved. How could we separate the Self from its own mind? But for the sheer, ecstatic joy of experiencing romance, we play the game of "Two." I d...

We often give gifts to our parents or friends to thank them for the good they have done for us. But if we look deeper, it is God (or the essence of life which is making all of us animate) who has given all of that — simply flowing through their bodies as instruments of grace. I respect these people for one reason and that is  allowing God to work through them — to serve us, love us, and care for us. Whether they did so because we are their children, friends, or neighbors, there is something beautiful in that openness. And yet, there is also a subtle limitation: in serving us, they may have — knowingly or unknowingly — narrowed the channel, directing God's flow toward a few rather than allowing it to reach all. This brings us to a profound question: what, then, is the real gift we can offer? The real gift is simply this — allow God to work through your own body. When you do, God expresses itself through you and delivers exactly what is needed, far better than any gift our human mi...

  The Context:   Reflecting on Joel S. Goldsmith's teaching regarding the state of Grace, where there is no opposition and no belief in "Two Powers". My Insight:  In the physical world, the manifestation of opposition—whether it appears as clashing powers, disagreements, or outright war—is simply an indicator of multiple identities. It is the illusion of multiple, separate "selves." When consciousness is fractured into these separate egos, each individual identity is inherently driven to safeguard its own survival and interests. In this state of self-preservation, people will...

  The Gravity of Love: A Surrender to the One I am with my beloved, and she tells me how powerfully I attract her. Relaxing completely, she intertwines her hands with mine and rests her head against my heart. In that warmth and moment of absolute rest, she whispers: "The Sun continuously attracts all the planets to itself, yet the planets fight to stay far away just to maintain their individuality. They must be so heavy, so inert, to resist the immense gravitational pull of the Sun instead of simply merging into its fire. Such are the ignorant—those clinging to an individual identity—who choose to live by the exhausting law of humanhood rather than surrender to the gravitational pull of Grace ( Pure Consciousness ). It only takes a single moment of tasting the pure love of their True Self —the One Self —for that resistance to collapse." She continues: "I cannot fathom how much love Ganga must have possessed to leave the silent, perfect abode of her beloved Shiva just ...

  The Illusion of the Individual: Shifting from "Somebody" to the "Platform" The Quote:   "It is only when we stop thinking in terms of health and sickness, wealth and poverty, and begin to think in terms of spirituality that we transcend..." - Joel S Goldsmith My Insight:  The concepts of health, sickness, wealth, and poverty only come into the picture when I identify myself as a localized physical body—when I believe I am a "somebody." However, when I step back and see myself as the  Platform  (Pure Consciousness), the perspective entirely changes....

  The Passage:   "We live in a state of spirituality in which there is neither good nor evil—no degrees and no comparisons: There is only Being." - Joel S Goldsmith My Insight:  God consists of me and my beloved. Together, we are God. "Me" represents the pure consciousness of "I". "Beloved" represents the state of being. My choice is Love. How this state of being reflects in the physical world is unknown, and I am joyfully open to however it chooses to manifest. Any attempt to dictate the specific details of this manifestation immediately i...