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Healing beyond the mind: My AMP experience

I believe this wasn’t just a program — it was a retreat to reset the subconscious mind.
When we seek change in life, we must return to the root cause. Our mind works like an iceberg — most of its patterns lie hidden beneath the surface. The subconscious, conditioned since birth, silently governs much of what we experience. What manifests in the physical world first takes form at a subtle level within us.

Before attending AMP, I was already in a natural state of silence. My lifestyle is mostly inward — I spend much of my time in self-reflection. We often think we consciously choose change, but many shifts arise from the depths of the subconscious.

I don’t know to what extent AMP has touched those deeper layers within me, but something certainly moved. Two moments, in particular, shook me emotionally and spiritually.

The first was the sound of the flute played by Amit Bhaiya — yet it felt as if Krishna Himself was playing it, just for me. Every morning before i start my day at work i chant this affirmation  which is stuck on my laptop for few months now – ā€œLike the sound of Your flute, let me dissolve into the rhythm of Your devotion.ā€ I always used to wonder why He never played the flute for me — but now I realize, this experience was not random. I call it a spiritual blessing; others may call it mystical — both are true in their own way.

The second was healing. I began my journey carrying a deep physical sickness (fever and allergic cough), one I consciously hid from my family, knowing they wouldn’t have let me travel otherwise. Yet after the sessions, a quiet calm replaced the suffering — as if I left all my pain behind in AMP.

The third was one of the processes where we cleansed the emotions stored in the meridians. It made me feel completely empty — inside out — as though something heavy was leaving my system.


Throughout the session, Divine spoke — not through words alone, but through silence, energy, and inner clarity. The direction and answers to countless questions came so naturally that it felt as if the Lord Himself had come down in human form to converse with me.

Could anyone ask for more?
These are only a few reflections at the physical level. What unfolds ahead in my life will reveal the deeper, subtle shifts that have taken root within.
The morning after returning, I woke up with a quiet feeling — ā€œWhy am I here?ā€ — yet I chose to simply sit in silence. That silence now feels effortless, peaceful, and full of grace.

As a Mudra Therapist, I’ve been sincerely practicing the Life Changing Mudra and Therapeutic Mudra for nearly two and a half years now — they have been a constant source of balance and transformation in my journey. AMP, in its own divine way, felt like a continuation and deepening of that same inner work — as if both were guided by the same Higher Hand.

My deepest gratitude to my Guru, Divine and Amit Bhaiya.
I hold profound respect in my heart for you bhaiya — words fall short of expressing it. I bow down to your lotus feet. Jai Gurudev!

If the Lord wills, He will write Part 2 of this journey. For now, I rest in gratitude — and I know I will return for another AMP in a few months, to continue this beautiful inner unfolding.

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Personal Triumph

A Generation of Less, Yet More

I belong to a generation…

A generation that knew life without mobile phones or the internet.
Where homes often ran on DC current,
and days or nights without electricity were common.
We prayed instead of complaining,
and resilience was not taught—it was natural.

A generation where play was pure—
Hide and seek, lock and key, cricket, book cricket, carom, seven stones, ludo, corner-corner, kitchen set, skipping rope/jump rope, Antakshari, kho-kho, kabaddi, paper boats/paper planes, stock exchange, playing cards, and WWF cards and even cricket on the roads during strikes——innocence ruled our games, and mischief ended in laughter, not hurt.

A generation where I joined a local activity club, the only girl among the boys, yet ran, played, and laughed with unfiltered joy, my mother’s gentle nod opening the way.

A generation where spirituality was nurtured since childhood. Every Tuesday, we did devotional singing together. Everyone worked as a team to prepare, and everyone got a turn to sing. Even when we didn’t understand the meaning, we sang with full heart, from start to finish, just out of innocence.

A generation that didn’t demand everything we desired.
We understood our parents’ hearts,
and quietly let go of wishes
that could weigh heavy on them.
Gratitude wasn’t taught—it was lived.

A generation where silence spoke volumes.
A glance, a smile, a gesture
carried more than words ever could.

Simple. Innocent. Content.
We found beauty in less,
and meaning in the smallest moments.

And though the world has changed,
the roots of that generation live in me—
reminding me always
that less can still mean more.

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Eternal Love: A Mother's Legacy Personal Triumph

Her Light

There were many moments in my life when my belief system was shaken, and hope seemed like a distant flicker. In those moments, I always turned to Mumma. I would sit with my thoughts, reflecting on how she imparted so much strength to me—how she could find even a single ray of hope in the darkest of times, where I saw none.

Her unwavering faith in my potential carried me further than I could have imagined. Without it, I might have landed nowhere. Today, as I look at where I stand, I realize that it is because of her blessings and belief that my mind has been trained, my spirit strengthened, and my path illuminated.

I am still on my journey—far from the heights the universe envisions for me—but with every step, I strive not just for myself, but to honor her. Every achievement, every milestone, every small victory is a way to lift her higher, to make her pride and blessings shine even brighter through me.

A mother is a guiding light, and we are never too old to share our challenges and struggles with her. She is a ray of hope in the darkest moments, where everything else seems impossible. I once wondered if sharing more might have spared me some pain—but now I trust it was part of a larger plan, God’s way of preparing me and carrying forward what her presence had already begun in me.

This is my journey, and it is hers too. Through her faith, I have learned that even in darkness, there is light. And that light carries the power to shape our destiny—one step at a time.

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Personal Triumph

The Circle of Love and Light

Teachers are not always the ones we meet in classrooms. They appear in many forms—sometimes as parents, mentors, friends, or even as life itself. Each of them shapes us in their unique way, leaving behind imprints that guide our journey. Today, I feel deeply grateful as I write about the teachers and guides who have made me who I am.

The Guiding Light of My Life

My mother was my very first teacher, and her lessons began even before I was born. From the time I was in her womb, she nurtured me not just physically but at a subtle, spiritual level. She was the one who taught me my alphabets, and I still remember the one and only time she ever slapped me—when I wrote the letter ā€œCā€ incorrectly after doing it correctly before.

But she was more than just a mother. She was my friend, my sibling, my companion who played with me after school, as my timing with my elder sisters often differed. She instilled discipline in me from a young age and emphasized the importance of independence. At the same time, she pampered me with love, care, and little joys that made my childhood so special.

Her contribution to my life cannot be measured in words—her sacrifices, her strength, and even the pain she endured shaped me into who I am today.

For me, she was not just my mother; she was, and will always remain, my Guru, my Krishna. Before I bow to any divine form, I bow to her—for the values she inculcated in me continue to serve as my eternal guide.

My Dad and Sisters

Alongside my mother, my father and sisters have also been my teachers. Their love and pampering added warmth to my journey, making me feel cared for and supported at every step. Being the youngest in the family, I often received the privileges of their sacrifices—things I did not notice as a child. It is only after growing up that I truly realized how much they gave up so that I could have a better life.

My family has been my strength, silently shaping me with their love, care, and values. Whatever I am today is not just because of me, but because of them. We have always moved together as a team, and my roots, my security, and my courage come from the foundation they built for me.

Abha Miss – My Maths Teacher

Abha Miss was my mathematics teacher both at school and in tuition, but my bond with her extended far beyond academics. Her presence, support, and guidance have played a beautiful role in my journey. I will always remain grateful for the impact she had on my life.

Nisha Mam – My Spiritual Guide

After losing my mother, I crossed paths with Nisha Mam—a teacher who entered my life almost as if she had been sent by my mother herself. Her presence, her wisdom, and her way of guiding have been significant in my journey. She doesn’t provide ready-made answers; instead, she lights the path and allows me to walk it with awareness. Her presence itself is a guiding force that I often refer back to in moments of reflection.

Tony – My Mentor at Work

In my professional journey, I have been fortunate to have Tony, a senior mentor whose role has been pivotal in shaping me. He has always believed in my potential, yet never handed me solutions directly. Instead, he challenges me with direction, trusts me to put in the effort, and helps me discover my own way forward. His faith has instilled confidence in me, and his mentorship has been a true blessing

Nikhil – My Fitness Coach

And then there is Nikhil, my fitness coach, who taught me that fitness is more about mindset than just the body. On days when I dragged myself, he pushed me beyond limits, entertained even my smallest doubts, and supported me with patience. What inspires me most is his toughness and inner strength—it reflects in the way he trains and motivates. Through him, I have learned that resilience of the mind can truly transform the body, and that with the right mindset, I can do it.

The Silent Teachers – Critics and Heartbreaks

Not all teachers enter our lives with affection. Some come in the form of critics, disappointments, and heartbreaks. At the time, their presence may feel harsh, but in hindsight, they too were vital teachers. They pushed me out of my comfort zone, tested my resilience, and forced me to widen my boundaries.

The pain they caused became the fire that shaped my strength. Their criticism made me introspect, and their absence made me value presence. In their own way, they taught me lessons no book could ever offer: to rise after falling, to trust my own worth, and to keep growing even when it hurts.

A Bow of Gratitude

Each of these people—whether they brought me love, guidance, challenges, or even heartbreak—have been my teachers. Some entered through birth, some through circumstance, and some by sheer divine blessing. To all of them, I bow with gratitude. They remind me that life is a continuous journey of learning, and teachers are the guiding stars who help us shine.

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Smile: Your secret Superpower

Smile is Underrated 😊
– By Priyanka Murarka

Have you ever noticed how easily we forget to smile, especially when life throws a curveball?

We often look for complex solutions to manage our emotions.
But what if I told you that one of the simplest, most magical tools is right under your nose—quite literally?

Next time you’re upset—no matter what the reason or even in the worst-case scenario—try this simple practice:

  • Close your eyes
  • Consciously smile
  • Consciously observe the impact of that smile on your face, your mood, and your physical body

You’ll be amazed.
Your jaw relaxes, your breathing deepens, and a quiet warmth spreads across your being.
A smile softens the sharp edges of pain.
It’s like an inner sunshine that peeks through even on the cloudiest days.

I do this often.
It doesn’t mean I’m ignoring my emotions—
It means I’m choosing to meet them gently, with grace.

Smile is magical ✨
Smile is therapy šŸ’†ā€ā™€ļø
Smile is enlightening 🌟
Smile is love and light šŸ’–āœØ

And the best part?
It’s free, effortless, and always available.

So today, give yourself that gift.
Smile—not for the world, but for you.

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Silence Is the Most Powerful Response to a Fool

In both my personal and professional life, I’ve learned that not every disagreement is worth my energy. Engaging in pointless arguments often leads us away from our goals šŸŽÆ and detracts from our peace of mind. šŸ§˜ā€ā™€ļø

Choosing silence doesn’t mean conceding; it’s a powerful form of self-control and wisdom. šŸ’ŖāœØ When faced with foolishness, I’ve found that stepping back and allowing it to reveal itself speaks volumes more than any argument could. šŸ“£

This practice has not only helped me maintain my focus šŸ” but also fostered a deeper sense of inner strength. 🌿 Let’s remember to preserve our energy for what truly matters. šŸŒˆšŸ’–

How do you handle disagreements in your life? I’d love to hear your experiences and insights! šŸ’¬šŸ‘‡

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Criticism: The Unexpected Fuel for Growth

šŸ’„ Criticism. It can sting, challenge, and even frustrate us. But here’s a secret: it’s often the very force that fuels our most powerful growth. šŸ”„šŸš€

Criticism: The Catalyst for Growth

Critics push us in ways that are uncomfortable, but that’s precisely where the magic happens. 🌟

They unknowingly nudge us to:

  • Dig deeper into our skills and ideas šŸ”
  • Work harder to refine our craft šŸ’Ŗ
  • Exceed even our own expectations as we rise above self-doubt šŸ†

šŸ”¬ Research shows that facing negative feedback activates our growth mindset, helping us become more resilient, learn faster, and develop the persistence needed for success. 🧠✨

Shifting Perspectives: From Noise to Motivation

At first, critics may seem like the loudest voices in the room. šŸŽ¤ But as we progress and achieve our goals, those voices fade into the background, overshadowed by our sense of accomplishment. šŸŽÆ

The key? Perspective. šŸ”‘

Once we reach new heights, past criticisms seem insignificant compared to the fulfillment of having pushed through adversity. šŸ…āœØ

Turning Challenges into Gratitude

šŸ‘‰ When I reflect on tough moments, I don’t allow resentment to take root. Instead, I feel profoundly grateful. šŸ’– šŸ‘‰ Without doubts and challenges, would I have pushed myself this far? šŸ¤”

Would I have developed the resilience and determination that now drive my success? šŸ’„

Sometimes, I even reach out to those who criticized me in the past to express gratitude—not for the criticism itself, but for how it spurred me to grow. šŸ™Œ

Embrace Criticism as Fuel for Your Journey

  • Next time you face criticism, don’t let it discourage you. Let it ignite a fire within you. šŸ”„
  • Use it to drive your passion, sharpen your skills, and stay on course. šŸƒā€ā™€ļøšŸ’Ø
  • Trust the process, and know that someday you’ll look back—not with anger, but with gratitude for how it shaped you into the person you are today. šŸŒ±šŸ’«

Criticism isn’t the enemy. It’s the unexpected mentor that challenges you to be better, stronger, and more determined than you ever thought possible. šŸ’”

“Critics ignite the fire within, pushing us to become our best selves.” — Priyanka Murarka šŸ”„āœØ

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Eternal Love: A Mother's Legacy

Divine Will and a Mother’s Eternal Love: A Journey of Faith, Pain, and Gratitude

Nothing happens against the will of God.

The Lord gave me indications—not just once but multiple times.

In 2019, I was so homesick while working in Hyderabad that I left my job and returned home without any other opportunity lined up. I didn’t know then that this decision was part of a divine plan. For the last few years, I watched you, Mumma, suffer day and night. In the year leading up to your departure, your unconditional love and immense suffering consumed my every thought.

Despite the pain and the terrible side effects of the steroids you had been on for years, you never stopped pouring love upon me or teaching me profound wisdom. I remember those sleepless nights vividly—times when the world was at rest, and you struggled to sleep. I’d wake up in the middle of the night out of sheer fear to check if you were still breathing. Many nights, I lay awake, helpless, crying into my pillow, hiding my tears so you wouldn’t notice.

I wasn’t ready to lose you, Mumma. I don’t think I ever would have been ready. Perhaps my desire to hold on to you was selfish.

After Aunt passed away, my reality check deepened. I found it impossible to focus on work, overwhelmed by an urge to leave everything behind and spend all my time with you and Daddy—caring for you, serving you, and giving you every bit of love I could muster.

I used to hold a glass of water every day and imagine happy times—the three of us healthy and joyous together. The thought of losing you was unbearable. I knew friends who had lost a parent, and I always thought I wouldn’t survive if that happened to me. When the doctors discovered gallstones, I was terrified. They warned us that anesthesia wasn’t an option and that a sudden burst could be fatal.

I prayed relentlessly for years, asking God for more time with you. I longed to see you celebrate 50 years of marriage with Daddy—a dream that came true. But I also wanted to find you a son-in-law and surprise you on your anniversary. I failed at that, Mumma. I struggled to make that dream come true, and it weighs heavily on me.

The Divine Indications I Missed

In those days before your health deteriorated, you gave me signs, but I didn’t want to see them for what they were.

  • You asked Daddy to give me holy water after the Hanuman Chalisa every day. I came to you crying, asking why you’d told him to do it instead of doing it yourself.
  • I saw you laughing one last time—a joyous, carefree laugh that reminded me of Naniji(Grandmother). She too had laughed like that shortly before her passing.
  • I stumbled upon an online horoscope that mentioned severe illness in the family.
  • Multiple social media posts about mothers passing away appeared before me, haunting my thoughts.
  • I read an article stating that the first thing a person loses near death is their sense of taste. I saw you struggle with mouth ulcers and affirmed to myself, “This is not the time; Mumma will live a long life.”

I clung to denial.

On the ventilator, you asked me to consider Lord Krishna as my Guru. You had always worshipped Lord Krishna and Balaji, and in that moment, it became clear: Krishna is my Lord, and you are my personal Guru.

Today, I find solace in knowing that you are free from pain and suffering, resting in peace in Baikunth Lok.

Gurve Namah! šŸ™šŸ™šŸ™

Your eternal love, teachings, and connection to the divine will guide me for the rest of my life. You, Daddy, and Lord Krishna are One in my heart.

My heart is full of love and gratitude for you. Always. ā¤ļø

Thank you for everything. šŸ™

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My Dad: My Superhero, My Life’s Greatest Teacher

Describe a man who has positively impacted your life.

1. The saying “Himmat-e-mardaa toh madad-e-Khuda” is a timeless piece of wisdom my dad often repeats. It reflects his indomitable spirit and has been a guiding light in my life.
2. The reflections on perseverance, family values, and the strength to overcome challenges are inspired by my father’s incredible journey and the values he has instilled in me through his own life experiences.

They say, ā€œBehind every successful man, there is a woman.ā€

I say, behind every strong and fearless woman is the unwavering support of a father who believed in her, even when the world didn’t. My dad is that pillar of strength who stood by me, defying societal norms and ignoring the judgments of others, choosing instead to raise me with love, pride, and unwavering belief.

He has always been my greatest supporter. Even when his pockets were empty, he never said no to my dreams. His sacrifices, big or small, ensured I felt like the most cherished child in the world. His love wasn’t just about giving—it was about empowering me to become the best version of myself.

My Dad is My Superhero. He loves and cares through thick and thin, no matter how much I offend or annoy him. From him, I learned the invaluable lesson of ā€œNever Give Up,ā€ a mantra I witnessed in action through his livelihood, experiences, teachings, and values. These have shaped me into who I am today—for all the right reasons.

Every time I stand tall, every time I push forward despite challenges, it’s because I know he’s right there, backing me up with his quiet strength and boundless love. His presence in my life continues to nurture and guide me, reminding me every day that I am capable of anything.

A Glimpse of His Challenges

  • Mental/Emotional Front: He gave up higher studies to support the family business as the eldest son. He faced the insolvency of his own business and the failure of multiple startups. Life tested him further as he endured the loss of his parents, brother, and most recently, Mom.
  • Physical Front: He has faced two brain strokes (25 and 24 years ago), a road accident 18 years ago that left his left side less mobile, and continues to deal with multiple health issues.

Despite these challenges on all fronts, my dad remains a fighter who never gives up. He is self-dependent and lives a disciplined life—meditating, exercising, walking, and commuting for work at least 4-5 times a week. His go-to saying, “Himmat-e-mardaa toh madad-e-Khuda,” meaning, ā€œWhen men dare, God sends help,ā€ perfectly embodies his spirit.

For me, every day is Dad’s Day. Tomorrow might be Father’s Day as per the English calendar, but I celebrate him daily—for his strength, love, and the values he has instilled in me and our family.

Dad, you are my biggest blessing, my first hero, my forever inspiration, and the ultimate fighter. Thank you for believing in me, for standing by me, and for being my rock.

Life’s journey is often guided by those who stand by us through thick and thin, and for me, that guiding force has always been my father.

Takeaway for You
Life is full of challenges, and my dad’s story is a testament to the power of resilience, discipline, and an unwavering “never give up” spirit.

Take a moment today to celebrate your superheroes—the people who inspire you and help shape your life. Let’s cherish their presence, not just on special days but every single day. ā¤ļø