Caution to the Reader: The conversation below explores the uncomfortable truths of why unforeseen events—even tragedies—occur in our lives. It dives into the raw mechanics of the subconscious mind. The content is hard to digest and may challenge your deepest beliefs, but it is a liberating one. Proceed only if you are courageous and ready to take full responsibility for your reality. Absolutely no scope for blaming anyone whatsoever. It is you and you are fully responsible.

Insecurities, sympathy, and what really helps I recently watched a video about insecurities, and it stayed with me. The story is about a girl who has visible marks on her face. She is constantly worried about them and believes that no one likes her. In the video, the world seems to align with her fear: customers who come to the store where she works turn away after looking at her face, and her colleagues make fun of her. As viewers, it is very natural for us to feel angry at

*The heart I am referring here is non physical like mind. From the point of Vijay, there is one consciousness that is aware of “Vijay,” and this same consciousness flows through the whole body, touching billions or even trillions of cells. Yet each cell seems to have its own kind of focused consciousness: a heart cell is busy with heart work, a liver cell with liver work, and so on. Still, all these countless cells work together in collaboration for the higher consciousness—t

We were driving on a silent highway, trees standing on both sides like guardians. The sun was trying to touch the car roof, slipping through the leaves in soft, golden patches. My attention kept drifting from the road to the scenery, the colorful flowers, the songs and dance of birds—and above all, to the silent, luminous presence of my beloved sitting next to me. At times our shoulders touched, our fingers found each other, and our words flowed freely, as if the whole car wa

They were driving in silence for a while, hands loosely intertwined on the gear console. “Suddenly I feel so much love in the heart and It’s overflowing,” he said softly. “I feel like giving you something or giving something to anyone. The feeling of love is never specific to anyone or anything and it just needs to be expressed. But I don’t know what to give or what to do with this energy of love.” She smiled and looked at him. “Okay,” she said, “what if I were in a state