SAAMAKSHI MEDIUM

We spent so much time teaching our children how to explain themselves that we forgot to teach them how to trust themselves. Every day, we ask them for reasons.  Why did you do that? Why do you feel that way?  In our push for safety and logic, we conditioned them to believe a feeling isn't real unless it comes wrapped in an argument. In doing so, we cut them off from their original compass. Ancient cultures never made this mistake. The Aboriginal people of Australia lived by  Dadirri :  a deep, silent listening to the quiet current beneath thought. They didn’t teach children to dissect the world with intellect; they taught them to sit still, feel the subtle shifts in their gut, and stay open to the divine. To them, intuition wasn't a guess. It was the primary language of life. Children arrive with this channel wide open. They don't need lessons on how to sense truth. But every time we demand a logical explanation for a pure hunch, we teach them to doubt their own inne...

We spend an immense amount of energy trying to control a life that is already living us. Right now, without a single instruction from your mind, your heart is beating, your lungs are breathing, and your cells are orchestrating the quiet miracle of your existence. You didn’t schedule your heartbeat this morning. You didn’t direct the flow of your blood or the firing of your neurons. Life already knows what to do—and it does it continuously, whether you are paying attention or not. In this same breath, a fan hums in the background, a cool breeze touches your skin, your dog rests near your feet, and a screen flickers with light. Every layer of your experience - the physical, the emotional, the mental, the subtle, the metaphysical, is unfolding at once in a single, infinite stream. Yet, your felt reality narrows down to one thin thread: the single point where you choose to place your attention. Where attention goes, reality forms. If you keep returning to an old betrayal, a past argument, ...

We spend so much of our lives trying to fix the turbulence between ourselves and other people. The moment friction arises, a sharp comment at work, a silent distance in a relationship, an unexpected clash of opinions - our default instinct is to intervene. We feel an urgent need to react, to manage, or to somehow resolve the discomfort. When we seek guidance, the standard advice is almost always:  "Just accept them as they are."  It sounds like the absolute pinnacle of spiritual maturity. But if you really unpack what happens inside you during that moment, "acceptance" is often just a clever disguise for the ego. The second you tell yourself,  "I accept this person,"  ask yourself: who is actually doing the accepting? It’s still an inner "I." It’s a quiet, mental position where you sit back, play the mature one, and grant someone permission to be flawed. Even with the softest intentions, "accepting" someone carries a subtle drop of cond...

There is a moment that comes quietly in most lives, usually after we have tried hard for too long, when we begin to imagine leaving everything behind. We do not always say it aloud because it sounds dramatic, ungrateful, or irresponsible, but somewhere inside us there is a longing to walk away from the noise—away from the pressure to earn, achieve, explain, perform, provide, and become. We imagine silence. We imagine the mountains. We imagine a life with fewer possessions, fewer obligations, fewer people asking something of us. We imagine becoming a saint. But perhaps what we are really asking for is not renunciation. Perhaps we are asking for rest. Because life, as we are living it, can become exhausting. The world tells us to want more, and then quietly makes us feel ashamed when we do. It teaches us to work hard, but often makes us believe that our worth depends on how visible, productive, wealthy, admired, or needed we are. We begin to carry ambition like a burden, and then one day...

We spend the better part of our lives imprisoned by a quiet, exhausting delusion: the belief that if we can just engineer the behaviour of those around us, we will finally taste peace. Without realizing it, we move through our relationships like invisible directors holding a script nobody else signed up for. We demand that others love like us, communicate like us, and perceive the world as we do. And when they inevitably fail to play their assigned roles, we react with friction, resentment, and deep emotional pain. But the pain was never caused by their failure. It was born from our own attachment to the illusion of control. Every relationship we enter carries a web of heavy mental tags:  A parent should respond this way. A spouse must act like that. A friend ought to show up here.  We overlay these rigid archetypes onto living, evolving human beings, completely blind to the reality that love expresses itself in infinite dialects. When we demand that someone fit our mold,...

A friend visited me at work, and it was a grand day, the kind of day that makes you a little too aware of how good it feels, and right there, in that small warm moment, an old fear slipped in, quiet as a current under still water -  what if this good fortune pulls something toward it that takes it away.  Almost every culture carries a version of this instinct, the evil eye, nazar, the old superstition of not saying good news out loud too soon, different names for the same reflex, the moment life feels too good some part of us flinches and braces for the cost, the way a hand pulls back from water before it even knows if it's cold. I caught the thought mid-loop, and instead of following it downstream, I let it dissolve into something simpler - if the joy stays, that's grace, and if it doesn't, that's also grace, and who am I to decide which way the water moves, who am I to assume I even have a task in this. I am nothing without that which holds me. Whatever happens, I am ...