SAAMAKSHI MEDIUM

For a long time, I didn’t even realise how afraid I was. Not the dramatic kind of fear, but the quiet, everyday kind. The kind that whispers,  be careful ,  don’t trust too much ,  something will go wrong. It slowly becomes the background music of life. I would walk into new conversations already guarded. Begin new projects already imagining how they might fail. Meet people while secretly preparing to be disappointed. And I thought this was being “smart”.  But all it really did was make the world feel heavy. One day, without a big breakdown or turning point, I simply felt tired of living like this.  Tired of bracing for impact all the time. So I started with a softer thought. Instead of telling myself, everyone is against me , I said, maybe I am protected. Instead of thinking, something will surely go wrong , I whispered, maybe everything is unfolding exactly as it should. It felt awkward. Almost naive. But slowly, something inside me began to open. I noticed I ...

Think back to the last time you truly prayed. Not the hurried words under your breath before a meeting, not the casual “please help me” whispered on the way out the door - but real prayer. You stood, hands joined, eyes closed, heart open. What did you pray for? Chances are, you asked for something. Strength, love, acceptance. Healing for yourself or someone you care about. Protection, guidance, forgiveness. And there’s nothing wrong with that, yet, in that very asking, prayer often loses its essence. Because when we pray only to receive, it becomes pleading. We hand over our power to something outside ourselves, hoping that the Divine will fill the emptiness we imagine exists within us. So often, prayer becomes a kind of bargaining. We sit before God, list our troubles, and say, “Please fix this for me.” In that moment, we unknowingly shrink ourselves. We reduce prayer to pleading, as though the Divine were a distant authority and we were helpless children waiting to be rescued. But Go...

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...

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, ...

There’s always a better. A better house, a better car, a better skin, a better life. Someone out there always seems to be doing it better than you. And so, we run. We work to own, own to prove, prove to be seen, seen to feel worthy. My home might be a palace to someone who’s had none. To someone else, it’s outdated. That’s the joke, isn’t it? The same thing - worshipped, pitied, or ignored - depending on who’s looking. We build our worth on objects. Square footage. Logos. Numbers. The world claps louder for what can be counted. So we keep collecting, thinking that more will finally mean enough. But where do you store a quiet moment with someone who gets you? Or the way it feels when you’re held without needing to ask? What shelf holds the sound of your father’s laugh, or the memory of being truly seen without having to speak? We don’t call those things “wealth.” But maybe we should. Because what really stays isn’t the car you bought, but who sat beside you on the drive. Not the size of...

Luck. We talk about it like it’s a lottery ticket. Like some people are born with it, and the rest of us are left watching them win while we’re stuck in traffic, spilling chai on our white shirt. But here’s a wild idea: Maybe being lucky has nothing to do with the situation at all. Maybe it has  everything  to do with how you look at it. Because when life throws something unexpected your way, you always have two choices: You can say “Oh no.” Or you can say “Thank God.” That tiny moment is the real turning point. That’s where luck begins. Not in what happens, but in what you  believe about what happens. Let me explain. Ever missed a flight and later found out there was a delay that would’ve ruined your next connection anyway? Ever gotten rejected from a job, only to stumble into something better a few weeks later? That moment when you say,  “Wow, that actually worked out for me” that’s not random. That’s grace. That’s a hint from life that you’re being guided, even wh...

We are taught from the very beginning that life must have a purpose. That to be worthy, we must be striving toward something - building, earning, fixing, achieving, arriving. And so we move forward, setting goals, naming dreams, attaching meaning to every moment in hopes that one day, we’ll look back and feel it all added up to something solid, something noble, something complete. But life is not a formula to be solved. It is not a single thread with a final knot. It is a tapestry that keeps weaving itself through us, with no fixed pattern and no finished state. The idea that there must be one great purpose often creates more suffering than clarity. It makes us feel we are failing, even when we are simply living. It convinces us that if we don’t have a singular direction, we must be lost. But you are not lost. You are  here . You are in motion. And that is enough. Some seek purpose in achievement, in the pursuit of success, in the grand plans of building an empire. Others seek it i...

There comes a moment in the soul’s journey when the veil thins just enough for truth to shimmer through. There’s a moment, often quiet and unannounced, when life pauses just long enough for us to feel the truth rising beneath the noise. And in that comes the question: Are you walking in Faith… or surviving in Fear? Most of us are taught to chase success through effort, strategy, timelines - Ferrari by 50, enlightenment by 40, marriage by 30. We’re handed goalposts and told,  “This is how life works.”  But the soul doesn’t care for charts and calendars. It doesn’t tick boxes. It  blooms . You were not created to follow a formula. You were created to awaken to your own divine design. Somewhere deep inside, you already know, that the way you will succeed, love, heal, or rise… won’t look like anyone else’s. And that’s the point. Your journey is sacred. Your timing is precise. There is nothing about you that is accidental. But fear tells you otherwise. Fear says,  “What i...

There’s something quietly breaking inside many of us. We love, we try, we give. But something still feels off. Our relationships feel heavy. Effortful. We find ourselves misunderstanding, pulling away, or just… going through the motions. Why? Because somewhere along the way, we stopped honouring our  core,  our dharma. We forgot who we are at the deepest level, and began living from roles, patterns, expectations, and wounds. And when we forget who we are, how can we truly meet another? Shiva and Shakti are not just deities. They are energies. Archetypes. Reflections of  you  and  me . The masculine and feminine forces that exist in all things. In every one of us. Shiva is consciousness. Intention. The stillness. The structure. Shakti is energy. Emotion. Creation. The movement. The flow. One without the other is incomplete. Let’s make it simple. To create a child, you need both: Shiva’s seed and Shakti’s womb. One without the other cannot create life. But this ap...

There is no Shiva without Shakti. And there is no Shakti without Shiva. One is stillness, the other movement. One is the canvas, the other the paint. Together, they do not just coexist, they co-create. This is not mythology. This is the blueprint of life. Shiva is pure consciousness - unmoving, infinite, unmanifest. Shakti is pure energy - dynamic, expressive, the force that moves and brings form. One holds the potential, the other becomes the potential. They are not opposites. They are complements — two aspects of the same eternal truth. In the ancient understanding, they are known as  Purusha  and  Prakriti . Purusha is the silent witness, the masculine principle that observes without interference. Prakriti is nature itself, the feminine force that acts, responds, shapes. Together, they are the origin of all experience. Without Purusha, Prakriti is blind energy. Without Prakriti, Purusha is empty awareness. Look closely, and this dance exists within you. In your body, y...

The other day, I was sharing something small with my husband — just a simple moment, something that happened in passing with another mom. But as I spoke it out loud, I paused. I realised the story I was narrating wasn’t just about what happened. It was about how I saw it. How I felt it. It was  my  version of the moment. My perception wrapped around the facts. And suddenly, the insight came in: nothing we experience is ever entirely real in the way we think. Because what happened has already happened. It’s gone. The moment doesn’t live anymore, except in how we carry it, how we replay it, how we choose to give it shape again through words and memory. There’s no measurement to the past. It cannot be weighed or proven. And if that’s true, then there is no real past, and no defined future either. Only this. This very moment, this breath, this now. Everything that matters is always happening here. But we don’t live like that, do we? We drag the past around, tying events together l...

Have you ever noticed how some people seem to move through life effortlessly? Their plans work out, they get what they aim for, and things just seem to align for them. They’re not always deeply spiritual or endlessly self-reflective. They’re not constantly reading books about healing or manifesting under the full moon. And yet, somehow, they seem to get it right. It’s tempting to think they’re lucky or that their stars are better aligned. But really, what they have is clarity. And more than that, they trust themselves. They don’t sit for weeks doubting what they already know. They don’t need to collect twenty signs before taking one small step. They aren’t at war with their own intuition. They hear what their inner voice is saying and they listen. That trust becomes a frequency they move in. And life responds, not because they’re doing something magical, but because they’re in alignment with themselves. We often forget how energetic life is. Everything around us responds to how we trea...

What offends you, what moves you, what you tolerate and what you don’t—these are not flaws or preferences. They are the fingerprints of your story. Humour to one is hostility to another. What you find disrespectful, someone else may find familiar. There is no universal scale for pain or dignity. That is the great myth. We’ve tried to grade boundaries like exams, forgetting that our boundaries were born from different childhoods, different wounds, different silences. So what we call “too sensitive,” or “too harsh,” or “too soft” are often just people living at the edge of their own survival. In a job, one person might say “yes sir” out of generational humility, his father, his grandfather, all men who bowed before they spoke. Another might challenge every order, not out of ego, but because silence once cost them their self-worth. Neither is wrong. Both are boundary stories, lived in different dialects. In families, what one calls duty, another sees as control. What feels like respect to...

I don’t know where it started, really. Maybe in the middle of a podcast, or while half-asleep reading some book on consciousness. Or maybe it was just silence, the kind that hums behind your thoughts when you're tired of chasing clarity. But there it was—this simple, almost stupid realisation: All I’m doing is collecting information. Not wisdom. Not enlightenment. Not truth with a capital T. Just... data. Facts. Patterns. Perspectives. Even the most moving quote or profound philosophy—still just information. And here's the thing. We dress it up, don’t we? Call it intelligence. Say someone has sharp memory, analytical mind, high EQ, spiritual insight. But isn’t it all just information rearranged and re-accessed in different ways to get through life? Like a pen drive, really. A pen drive filled with folders labelled “childhood,” “beliefs,” “traumas,” “desires,” “books read,” “teachers followed,” “Instagram quotes,” “late-night journal entries.” All of it stored. All of it running...

What if you didn’t take that course just to earn more… but to understand more? What if you said yes to that project not for the bonus, but because it challenged you, made you more patient, helped someone? What if your effort wasn’t measured in rewards but in intent? The way we look at work has become so transactional. We do something, and immediately think: what’s the return? Will this pay off? Will I get noticed? And slowly, without even realizing, we start treating every step as a calculation. Every new skill, every new task, every hour spent… it all starts circling around one goal : earn more, stay ahead, take on more than you can handle. But there’s a catch no one talks about. The more you grow, the more guilty you feel for stopping. You tell yourself to rest, but rest feels like falling behind. You want to slow down, but there’s always that voice whispering you haven’t done enough. Even success becomes heavy. Because now that you’ve “made it,” you have to maintain it. This cycle w...

It begins quietly. Not with ceremony, not with structure, not even with certainty. It begins in a moment when your breath catches - just slightly - and you find yourself pausing, not because someone told you to, but because something inside you finally asked for stillness. Meditation is not a skill to master; it is not a badge to wear or a routine to perfect. It is the earliest sign that you are listening. It is the invitation to meet your own presence without judgment. And that moment, that first flicker of awareness is the beginning of everything. We often dress spirituality in layers : disciplines, rules, practices, rights and wrongs. But the true spiritual path is not about doing; it is about noticing. It is not built on the bones of rituals but on the softness of your own seeing. It has nothing to do with impressing society or improving your wellness score; it has everything to do with remembering how to be in awe. Awe does not need a script. It arrives in the middle of a mundane ...