SAAMAKSHI MEDIUM

A wise man once said that a grudge is like a stone in the heart. Heavy. Cold. Silent, yet weighing us down in ways we can barely measure. We’ve all been told to forgive, to release, to let go. And so often, we convince ourselves that we have, because we stopped reacting, because we distanced ourselves, because we quietly send love from afar while still holding that invisible wall. But deep within, the story remains. The story of what they did, how they failed us, how they broke us, how we will never let it happen again. That story becomes the lens through which we see them, the script we hand them to act out every time they walk into our lives. And then we nod knowingly “see, I told you so.” But this is not forgiveness. This is not letting go. This is living in a prison of your own making . We cling to the saying “forgive but don’t forget,” not realizing that this is exactly what keeps us chained. Because if you don’t forget, if you don’t truly delete the story, then forgiveness is onl...

The most beautiful step you can take on your journey is not a grand one. It is not in reaching the highest peak, nor in hiding away in silence. It is something much simpler, much softer: a prayer whispered for someone else. A prayer for Mother Earth, who carries us so faithfully. Think of her for a moment. How she gives without asking anything in return. The fruits, the air, the rain, the flowers that bloom only to make us smile. She doesn’t demand thanks, yet still she gives. To pause and say,  thank you, Mother,  is to remember what unconditional love looks like. Then let your prayer travel outward. First to those closest to you, those whose faces live in your heart. Then let it drift wider: to the neighbor you don’t really know, to the stranger you passed on the street, even to the one who once hurt you. Not because you must excuse them, not because they were right, but because blessing them frees you. You can say:  thank you for the lesson, I release you now.  Im...

We’ve all heard the saying:  life is not the destination, it’s the journey. And yet, when it comes to spirituality, we often forget this. We make it about the finish line. We imagine moksha, enlightenment, awakening, or union with God as the ultimate end. But here is the paradox: the closer you walk toward it, the more you realize there is no end. Every time you reach what feels like the summit, another horizon reveals itself. Another mystery opens its arms. Moksha is not a destination. It is a doorway. The only thing that can ever end is our willingness to keep walking. The human mind loves boundaries. It wants to define, to box, to label. It says opportunities are scarce, reality is only what we can touch and see. But those who dare to wonder, who dare to remain in awe, discover that life is boundless. Infinite. A current that never stops flowing. One of my most cherished books,  The Book of Mirdad  by Mikhail Naimy, has a line that captures this beautifully:  “As ...

It came to me one day, as if whispered by the Divine, that there is nothing called control. There is nothing called not knowing. What we call “control” is only the mind clutching tightly at its own fears. And what we call “not knowing” is the refusal to trust that life already knows. I began to see how many times we all hide behind definitions:  I’m not confident enough. I’m not strong enough. I’ve always been this way.  But look deeper when you say,  “I’m not confident,”  aren’t you already confident in that very belief? You are holding it with such certainty. That was my aha moment: so many of the limitations we live with are not truths, but habits of thought. Habits are not just actions. They are identities we pick up, little stories we wear like clothes until we forget they are not our skin. Yet the moment you become aware, the spell breaks. You see that what you thought was “you” is simply a pattern, and patterns are malleable. Reality itself bends when your per...

There comes a time in life when you begin to notice the invisible frameworks that shape how people live. Some follow the path of ambition, climbing ladders in the corporate world. Others dedicate themselves to family, to tradition, to holding together the roots of belonging. Some define themselves through culture, others through rebellion. Each way of living has its own rules, its own rhythm, its own sense of identity. They are like rivers flowing in different directions, and most of us are taught to pick one and stay in its current. Society whispers that you must belong somewhere, or risk being left behind. Most people settle into these currents without ever asking if they truly chose them. Comfortable rules are easier to follow. They give a sense of safety, of belonging, of certainty. The herd moves one way, and it feels secure to move with it. But comfort has a quiet cost. It lulls us into believing that the familiar is the only truth, that to question is dangerous, that to step asi...

For the longest time, I believed the voices of mentors, coaches, and talk-show experts who echoed the same formula:  “Know exactly what you want. Visualize it until you see it clearly. Affirm it until it becomes real.” So, I did. I filled journals with affirmations. I made vision boards with meticulous detail. I closed my eyes and pictured myself living the life I thought I desired. For years, life flowed in a hearty, wholesome way. I was grateful, content, and without complaint. Yet, as time passed, I began to notice a subtle but undeniable truth: not every affirmation worked. Not every vision came alive. And when they didn’t, something in me shifted. The more I affirmed, the more dissatisfied I became. Instead of peace, there was a quiet agitation. Instead of calm, I felt anger rise. It was as though each affirmation reminded me of what I did not have, what was still missing, what I believed I deserved but had not received. Desire was breeding frustration. And then it struck me, ...

One of the hardest lessons I’ve learned, and continue to learn, is that I cannot control anyone but myself. For years, I believed that love meant shaping others, guiding them, correcting them. If they cared, they would listen. If I cared, I should adjust. And so I lived in a silent tug-of-war of expectations. But people do not change because we instruct them. They change when their own soul is ready. Until then, every attempt to control only creates distance, resistance, and quiet pain. What causes most of our suffering is not what others do, but what we  think  they should do. We carry invisible rules: a father must act this way, a mother should sacrifice, a friend must show up, a partner must fulfill certain roles. And when reality doesn’t match these rules, we feel betrayed. a Yet souls do not come with labels. Love does not need conditions. True connection happens when we allow others to simply be. The moment I began to drop the need to fix or advise, I felt a profound shi...