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*”In the inner Kurukshetra of my life, I stood trembling between the armies of ignorance and awareness. Restless from sleepless nights and disturbed by forces I could not yet name, I questioned whether the turmoil came from within me or from energies pressing in from the world outside. My body itched with unease, my mind felt invaded, and I wondered if the music I played while waiting in the car, or the thoughts of others, were rising against me like unseen warriors.

Yet in that moment of doubt, a voice arose from the depth of my being and whispered:
‘Turn toward the light. Do not fear what stirs. Awareness is the path.’

So I chose. I intensified my kriyas. I sharpened my intuition. I protected my surroundings like a sacred field. I dissolved the draining forces around me malicious intentions, judgments, unkind relatives, the silent wounds of people who believed I had wronged them, and the heavy thoughts they sent. I vowed never again to be trapped by deception, nor fall prey to energies that wish to dim my flame.

With prayer as my shield, I searched for clarity. I dissolved attachments born of fear. I felt another soul within me awaken a deeper Self breaking through the shell of limitation. I rode its flame. I surrendered to the guidance of Isha, the path, the volunteers, the presence that urged me to grow beyond my boundaries.

Wisdom then whispered again:
‘Begin with one simple act. Write your intentions. Clear the clutter. Pay the bill you buried under years of avoidance. Release yourself from the chains of delay.’

And so I did. When months of unfinished payments grew into years, trapping me in a tightening noose, I found the courage to seek a gentler waa personal loan with lower interest, shifting the crushing eight percent to a calm one and a half. With this simple act I freed myself from a burden I once believed impossible to overcome.

I saw the patterns inherited from my dementia father his scattered borrowing, his confusion, his misplaced generosity that relatives misunderstood as wealth. I understood how he unknowingly shaped my fear of loans, and how my mother, steady as the earth, taught me a wiser path. I honoured both, but I chose my own direction.

Still, the energies around me swirled. At times my whole body buzzed with invisible needles itching, pain, wind-like forces pressing through me. I felt the sting of others’ hurt and the sharpness of unspoken thoughts they cast my way. Every time I climbed upward, it felt as if unseen hands tried to pull me down.

And in the midst of this turbulence, another truth arose within me:
‘I release all who drain my spirit. I burn every bridge that binds me to sorrow. I sever the ties that keep me small, not out of hatred, but out of liberation. Let every relationship rooted in pain fall away, so that I may walk unburdened toward my own becoming.’

Yet the voice within spoke once more:
‘These sensations are not your defeat. They are your training. Rise again. You are not here to shrink you are here to dissolve all limits.’

So I rose. Again and again. Even when it felt endless. Even when the climb was steep. For I knew:

The journey from ignorance to awareness is the hardest decision a soul can make,
yet it is the very fire that reveals the boundless Self.

And from the stillness of my inner Krishna arose this truth:
‘Do not fear the storms, for they polish your clarity.
Do not fear others’ thoughts, for they cannot touch the one who stands rooted in awareness.
Do not fear the past, for you have already broken its chains.
Release what no longer serves you; let the false fall away.

Walk with courage.
Write your intentions with steadiness.
Keep your light awake.
For the one who chooses awareness becomes the master of their destiny,
and the world can no longer command their spirit.

Rise, O seeker.
Your path has already begun.’”*