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Personal Triumph

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 – “Like the sound of Your flute, let me dissolve into the rhythm of Your devotion.” 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 — “Why am I here?” — 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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FACING THE FEAR – A SILENT BATTLE

A couple of weeks ago, someone told me,
“Once you’ve lost one parent and dealt with it, you become prepared for the loss of the other. You stop fearing it.”

I was under shock—astonished and surprised. I mentally said, God bless you, ended the conversation, and hung up.

Consciously, I did not remember that thought, but it seems it stayed with me in my subconscious mind.

For the past one week, I noticed myself feeling an undercurrent of fear that I couldn’t quite name—until now.

It’s the fear of losing my father.

Maybe this fear developed during that conversation or perhaps it traces back to my childhood, when my father had a cerebral attack. I don’t know. But what I do know is this:

Losing a parent is not something you get “used to.” Even after one loss, the thought of losing the other can be just as overwhelming—if not more. When one parent is gone, the surviving parent often becomes a living reflection of both, carrying shared memories and silent comforts. That bond makes the idea of further loss even more delicate, not less. This is that relation where the last strings are attached—for both of them.

I’ve also come to realize that when people speak about grief, they often reveal their own coping mechanisms, not universal truths. The person who shared this thought with me is going through a broken relationship and battling their own depression. Maybe distancing themselves from emotional attachments feels safer to them right now. Sometimes people try to minimize future pain as a way to survive current pain.

But grief doesn’t follow a formula. Love cannot be systemized. Each loss reshapes us differently.

Grief is not something to overcome, but something we learn to carry. It doesn’t go away, but it shifts and changes form with time. The love remains—and maybe that’s what helps us keep going.

Maybe the real courage isn’t in preparing for loss—but in allowing ourselves to love fully, despite knowing its impermanence.

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Inner ripples of outer perception

Another realization that’s been quietly unfolding within me for the past few months…

Every time I try to see or feel something far away — whether it’s a distant vision, a future possibility, or even just imagining something right in front of me — I notice something interesting.

I don’t actually feel it “outside” of me.
I feel it within me.

Even when my mind reaches outward, my experience pulls me inward.

And that’s when it struck me — whether we think or feel something beautiful or something painful,
it impacts us internally.

Our inner world is where all experiences, even the “external” ones, are processed, lived, and held.

So, in a way…
The outer is just a mirror.
The real ripple is always within.

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Personal Triumph

My First Day of School: A Life Lesson in Disguise

The first day of school is not just the beginning of education; it’s the start of a lifelong journey of discovering who you are and what you’re capable of.

“Education is the passport to the future, for tomorrow belongs to those who prepare for it today.” — Malcolm X

The memory of my first day of school is etched deeply in my mind. It was a bright morning, and while many children were crying and clinging to their parents as they dropped them off, I was filled with excitement and curiosity. The idea of stepping into a new world, meeting new people, and experiencing something beyond the comfort of home thrilled me.

However, this excitement didn’t last long. By lunchtime, the novelty had worn off, and a wave of longing for my mother washed over me. I remember walking near the staircase, feeling lost and overwhelmed. The realization hit me hard—my mom wasn’t there to take me back home, and I was suddenly gripped with an unbearable sadness. I cried, loudly and uncontrollably, with tears streaming down my face.

I still vividly recall how the world around me moved on, indifferent to my tears. Senior students passed by, chatting and laughing, while my classmates went about their day. No one stopped to ask if I was okay or tried to comfort me. Slowly, I gathered myself, and the tears stopped on their own. Looking back now, I realize that day taught me the most profound lessons of life.

Reflections and Takeaways

That seemingly ordinary first day of school turned out to be a milestone in my journey of understanding life. Here are the key lessons it taught me:

  1. Parents Are Our Anchor of Unconditional Love
    While others around us might be indifferent, our parents’ love and care are unwavering. They are our true pillars of strength, always there to nurture and guide us, even when they aren’t physically present.
  2. You Are Your Own Comforter
    No matter how loudly you cry or how vulnerable you feel, the world often doesn’t stop for your pain. That first day taught me the importance of self-reliance—of finding the strength within to calm my storm.
  3. Life Requires Adjustment
    From the first day of school to many milestones ahead, life is about adapting to new environments and challenges. Change, no matter how daunting, eventually becomes manageable when you face it with resilience.
  4. Parents Prepare Us for Independence
    Even though my mom wasn’t there with me physically, her love and blessings gave me the courage to navigate that day. It dawned on me later in life that parents won’t always walk every step with us, but their lessons and love will guide us through every journey.

The Full Circle

From that same school, I graduated years later, not just as a student but as the school topper. The same staircase where I cried on my first day became a place of countless memories—some joyous, some challenging, but all enriching.

Today, when I reflect on that day, I see it not just as a memory but as a life lesson wrapped in simplicity. It’s a reminder that while the world may seem indifferent, the love of those who truly care for us is enough to propel us forward. It also reminds me that growth often comes disguised as pain.

Final Thought

The first day of school wasn’t just about stepping into a classroom. It was my initiation into the realities of life—a lesson on love, resilience, and independence. And though it started with tears, it ended with triumphs that shaped who I am today.

What about you? What was your first day of school like? Did it teach you any lessons that stayed with you? Share your stories—because sometimes, the smallest moments teach us the biggest truths.

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Eternal Love: A Mother's Legacy

Whispers of the Divine: A Mother’s Love Across Realms

They say you embarked on a new journey to a heavenly abode, but to me, you have always transcended human form, even while you walked this earth. Your extraordinary ability to read my mind and see into my heart was a rare gift. Despite the generational divide, you understood me in ways that no one else ever could. It felt as though you lived in my soul, grasping every nuance and detail far beyond what those my age could ever comprehend.

Your prayers and boundless love—both maternal and divine—made the impossible possible. They shaped my very belief system, instilling in me a faith that continues to guide me today. When life overwhelmed me, simply placing my head beneath your veil wiped away my pain, allowing me to find solace in your presence. You were my refuge.

Like the nurturing arms of Mother Nature, you allowed me to thrive under your care. Even when I faltered or neglected my responsibilities, much like how we often take our planet for granted, you forgave me without hesitation. You continued to give, as only a mother could. I slept in your protection and awakened each day wrapped in the warmth of your love. Not a single moment passes without feeling your protective shield around me—in every breath I take and every stirring of my heart. The sheer ehsaas of you lingers in the air, reminding me of the goddess you always were.

Worshipping Ma Durga brings me back to you—the way your love, care, and blessings empowered me to face my inner demons. It was your nurturing spirit that helped me conquer my shortcomings, allowing me to focus on the strength you always recognized in me.

When I invoke Ma Laxmi, I remember the abundance you blessed me with—not just in material wealth, but in spiritual prosperity and self-knowledge, guiding me toward liberation. You opened my eyes to the riches within, treasures I carry with me every day.

And then there’s Ma Saraswati—she brings back the peace I felt in your presence, the serenity found in the safety of your veil. You awakened a power in me that I didn’t know I possessed, the limitless potential that fuels my journey.

Ma Saraswati also reminds me of that bittersweet moment when the world outside bid farewell to her idol while I was bidding farewell to you, as you left this realm during your cremation ceremony.

It wasn’t mere coincidence; life has no random acts. There was a deeper synchronicity at play, as if the universe mirrored my grief, reminding me that just like the goddess you were, you will always be a part of me.

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched—they must be felt with the heart.” – Helen Keller

You are my eternal guide, my divine mother, and in every breath, I carry your essence with me, forever intertwined.