SAAMAKSHI MEDIUM

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 ...

We carry our past wounds like heavy armour, walking through life deeply guarded, constantly adjusting the weight of our defences. After a deep heartbreak, a betrayal, or a sudden loss, a silent, anxious whisper echoes within the mind:   “Why are you so scared to get hurt a second time?” To protect ourselves, we look outward. We adopt the rigid boundaries prescribed by the collective yardstick of society, the unwritten rules that dictate what is acceptable, what is safe, and what is dangerous. We convince ourselves that our love, compassion, and vulnerability must be strictly rationed, reserved only for perfect conditions. We decide that certain outcomes, whether it is manipulation, infidelity, or the fragility of ill health, must never happen again, so we build mental walls to shut the world out. This deep fear makes the mind hyper-vigilant. We begin policing life. If we see a relative suffer due to poor health, we instantly become anxious about the habits of everyone around us. We...

We live in an era of deep analysis. We have learned to dissect our pasts, mapping out our lives through the language of trauma, regression, and childhood wounds. It is easy, almost natural now to look at the friction in our adult lives and point backward at the people who raised us. But if we pause the analysis for just a moment, a quieter truth waits in the background. Before the labels, before the misunderstandings, and before the heavy psychological terms, there is a fundamental reality: we have a life to live, an intellect to argue with, and a voice to complain with, simply because they chose to give us a platform. In the grand architecture of human existence, the intent of a parent is a sacred thing. It is rarely perfect, and it is almost always messy, but at its core, it is an automated impulse to offer the best they know how to give. They fumble. They go overboard. They run on old blueprints of control and worry. Yet, how can the world’s most profound connection, the very cord t...

  We spend our entire existence attempting to manipulate the reflection in the mirror. We exhaust ourselves by changing actions, micro-managing environments, and chasing wealth, operating under the persistent delusion that if we just alter the external pieces, the picture will change. It will not. When your life feels heavy, stagnant, or repetitive, you are not suffering from a lack of effort. You are suffering from an internal bottleneck. Consider a pipe clogged with debris. When the passage is blocked, the water backs up or slows to a trickle. No amount of polishing the outside of that pipe will restore the flow. This is the true nature of what many call a chakra imbalance. Your energetic centers are not mystical, abstract concepts; they are the literal vortexes through which your life force moves. When you operate out of fear, unexamined habits, or a desperate addiction to comfort, your internal energies become scattered, fragmented, and out of sync. The Split Frequencies Within...

We live under the comforting delusion that life is a continuous line—a seamless thread tying our yesterday to our tomorrow. But truth be told, life has no inherent continuity. The universe moves in a series of absolute, isolated moments. Continuity is a story  you  manufacture. You meticulously piece together fragments of the past, projecting them onto an imagined future, all so you can feel smart, prepared, and ready for fight-or-flight. You create a formula out of memory. Consider something as simple as a cup of morning tea. If asked what makes a cup of tea "good," everyone will recall a completely different combination of flavors from their past. They evoke a memory, a learned formula, and mistake it for the present moment. But a passed moment is only memory. When you carry that baggage forward, you are dragging a heavy string of continuity that no longer exists. There is no story apart from the one you are actively writing. True, a collective consciousness exists, but the...

For years, the spiritual community has repeated a golden maxim:  You do not attract what you want; you attract what you are.  Yet, so many of us spend our lives in a state of spiritual begging. We sit in meditation demanding abundance, visualizing larger numbers in our bank accounts, while our internal frequency hums with the quiet, desperate panic of lack. We treat the universe like a vendor we can bargain with, forgetting that the universe doesn’t speak the language of our words. It speaks the language of our vibration. To understand how this alignment works in the messy, beautiful reality of daily life, we have to look past the abstract and look at the internal shifts that alter our external world. The Anatomy of the Struggle Consider the story of a close friend of mine. For five years, she was caught in an exhausting cycle of financial scarcity. On paper, she had a good income, yet money seemed to slip through her fingers like water. She constantly wanted more, worked...