Wednesday, February 25, 2026

3. The Real Benefit.

 All the senses and the mind remain intensely active throughout the day. The eyes see, the ears hear, the tongue speaks/eats, the nose smells, the body acts, the mind interprets, reacts, plans, judges. 


Almost every waking moment, the six instruments are engaged in something or the other. 


In that continuous engagement arises a subtle but persistent narrative: I did this. I am doing this. I will do that.


Alongside this activity, judgments are constantly formed; about myself and about others. Opinions are generated, conclusions are drawn. 


Advice flows; sometimes requested, often unsolicited.

 

I notice myself imposing my views, expecting others to accept them, wanting them to listen, to agree, to acknowledge.


At the same time, when opinions or advice come toward me, resistance arises. Who is that person to advise me? Who is this human to judge me? Who gave them the authority to impose their views on me? I do not wish to be instructed, corrected, or evaluated. 


I seek freedom for myself, yet subtly deny it to others.


In all of this i.e. every task, every interaction, every reaction, the focus remains outward. The senses and the mind are constantly projecting themselves into the world. 


Even during spiritual activities, the “I” remains at the center. 


Consciously or subconsciously, it is still about me; my understanding, my growth, my image, my (fake/temporary) identity.


_Raag_ and _Dwesh_ continue their cycles. Attachment and aversion operate silently but powerfully. _Moh_ (Delusion) underlies the entire movement. 


The attempts to break this chain do happen at times, but the focus is still outward. Hence, the attempt itself becomes part of the same loop.


The mind offers consolation: _You have a life to live. Some things are justified. Responsibilities exist. Engagement is necessary. And perhaps it is right at one level._ 


Beneath that justification arises a deeper question:


Am I trapping myself?


Am I subtly playing with my real identity (the true Self) by remaining absorbed in this outward drama?


If I am honest, most of my time (perhaps ALL of it) is invested in maintaining and protecting what is fragile and temporary: the body, the personality, the social identity, the mental constructs. 


Everything I nurture and defend will end with the passing of this life.


Am I truly thinking beyond this life? 


Am I really thinking beyond this life? 


Am I actually thinking beyond this life?


Are my spiritual activities genuinely aligned with designing a roadmap toward liberation? 


Or 


Are they another extension of ego; a refined layer of self-importance? 


Am I still trying to prove something to this material world and to worldly people?


If I look within without fabrication, without justification, without hypocrisy: 


Am I truly eligible to impose opinions, to offer advice, to speak of others’ wellbeing, when I myself remain incomplete, still learning, still clouded, still an _agyaani_?


Perhaps it is time to "PAUSE"; to "Step Back".


I need to reflect deeply on what it means to live rightly in this material world.


A revered saint once expressed it simply:


If one sees the world as a manifestation of the Self;

accepts whatever happens as 100 percent fully appropriate;

does not look for faults in others;

and is able to endure & humbly bear the excellence of one’s own virtues;

only then is it appropriate to live in this world; not in any other way.


These thoughts surfaced today not as philosophy, but as lived observation.


Probably, the real benefit (MY true benefit) lies not in defending the outward identity, but in dissolving it.

Tuesday, February 24, 2026

2. The Empty Boat.

 I keep saying and doing the same thing.


“When I enter the temple, I disconnect from the world.”

“When I step out, I reconnect.”


I’ve been repeating this since infinity _(Anant Kaal)_.


Entering. Exiting. Detaching. Reattaching.


An infinite loop.


And somehow, I still expect a different outcome, always!


Let me "Pause" for a moment.


If this cycle has no beginning, and I continue it unchanged, how exactly do I imagine it will end?


That question itself shakes me up.


What I call the"World"; Where is it really?


Outside me?

Or operating within me?


I go to sacred spaces searching for silence, blaming noise on streets, people, responsibilities, circumstances. 


I treat peace like a location; as if it lives inside the People, their behaviour, External factors, Stone walls and disappears the moment I cross the gate.


Here I remember the story of "Empty boat".


A man rows into the middle of a calm lake to meditate.


Absolute stillness. Perfect conditions.


Then suddenly.... _"Bangggg"_. 


His boat is hit from behind.


Anger rises instantly. Words form. Judgment appears.


He turns around, ready to explode.


And sees….. An "Empty Boat"


No person. No intention. No enemy.


Just drift.


In that moment, something breaks open.


He realizes that the disturbance never came from outside.


The noise was already within; inside him.


His beliefs.

His expectations.

His attachments.

His _raag_ and _dwesh_.

His stored reactions waiting for a trigger.

And overall whatever he felt was "His".


The empty boat merely touched what was already there.


That’s when it hits me.


The world I keep blaming is nothing but an empty boat.


People bump into me. Situations collide with my plans. Life refuses to behave.


And every time, I react as if someone is attacking me.


However, it is:


Just a movement.


Merely a flow.


Only a causality.


It is my inner turbulence that gives it "meaning".


So what am I really doing when I go to the temple?


Am I touching the silence or temporarily suppressing the "noise" that I have tagged it as noise?


Am I disconnecting from the "world" or taking a short break from myself?


...because the moment I step out, everything returns.


Same triggers.

Same reactions.

Same stories.


This tells me something that can make me feel "uncomfortable":


I never left the world.


I carried it with me.


If peace depends on geography, it is fragile.


If silence depends on surroundings, it is borrowed.


If calmness depends on people / their behavior, it is foolishness.


Real disconnection is not from traffic, people, or responsibilities.


It is from unawareness / unconsciousness.


Until I see this, I will keep performing the same ritual:


Enter sacred space → feel calm → exit → react → blame the world → repeat.


Infinity minus awareness equals infinity more of the same.


This is not philosophy.


This is an alarm; an alarm for myself as in the "real identity"


The temple is not the answer.

The lake is not the solution.

The empty boat is not the problem.


The invitation is simple and ruthless:


I got to see where the noise truly lives.


I have an open choice to "Witness" it.


Not fix it. 

Not justify it. 

Not decorate it.


Just see...


Because...


the day I realize the world is not attacking me…


the day I see every collision as an empty boat…


That is the day the "cycle" quietly breaks...


Not visible anywhere outside...


*Within !!!*

Friday, February 6, 2026

1. Affirmations - Tongue is Powerful.

Adapted from an audio:


 The tongue is so powerful.


I got to speak good over my life at all times.


I cannot speak struggle everyday and expect blessings to arrive.


When I keep saying "I am broke, I am tired, nothing ever works for me", my body listens, my nervous system listens, my life responds. 


Words are seeds. What I "say" is what I water. So, I need to speak of the place I got to walk towards, not the place where I am standing in, or I was! 


I need to build my life with these affirmations:


🔹I am supported

🔹I am aligned

🔹I am being guided 

🔹I am blessed 


This is not pretending. This is choosing which future I want to feed.


Quietly, Gently - Life begins to transform