The Goddess (Fiction – Short Story)

Three years ago, we moved to Darwin with my husband’s job during the famous build-up season. He had been offered a project manager position with a housing development project for the indigenous community. Since our kids were young, we decided to use the opportunity of living in a small town with warm tropical weather. We were given a company house to live in for the tenure. Aakash joined the work straight away and left me with the responsibility of setting the house and finding the school for our kids.

We did not know anyone in Darwin and I was overjoyed when driving back from the local grocery store. A car followed me and pulled out in our driveway right behind mine. Out came Vasanthi, a tall, slender woman with a long black braid. Accompanying her was her daughter.

“I saw you at the supermarket and called you, but you didn’t see me. Are you new to Darwin?” asked Vasanthi.

Vasanthi lived on the same street. Her daughter Sonali was five years old, a year younger than our daughter Richa and a year older than our son Karan. She invited us for dinner that night and soon our families became inseparable. Her husband, Nilesh, was an accountant. A self-conscious man with distinct South Indian features. Nilesh developed an instant liking for Aakash. They had plenty to talk about from the beginning, even though it was evident that Nilesh was a quiet fellow.

He was very much in awe of his wife’s beauty. Vasanthi was the kind of person in whose presence everyone else dimmed. At five feet eight, she towered above all of us. Dove eyes, long hair reaching to her waist. Her curvaceous body was perfect for the sari. Like Nilesh, she had South Indian features except for the complexion. She was fairer than even north Indian women. She was the kind of woman about whom it is said men want to own her and women want to befriend her.

Vasanthi made friends easily. Half of the town knew her. For the next few months, she became my companion and guide. She showed me where to shop for ethnic vegetables, whom to call for house cleaning, and which playgroups were more tolerant of multicultural children. All this time telling me stories from her life.

“I was barely twenty years old when I got married. I was in the second year of college when my father passed away.”

“Would you like to resume your studies?” I inquired sympathetically.

“Oh, I am. I am finishing my classical dance degree soon.”

“Classical dance degree? Here in Darwin?” I asked incredulously.

“I go to India each year, for three months,” she added in a matter-of-fact tone.

Aakash and I started walking with kids in the soft evening breeze of Darwin beaches. On weekends we took them cycling around the park. When the build-up season came, we joined the crowds to see the lightning on the Nightcliff beach.

Soon my days got filled with the children’s outings and craft get-togethers. Three days a week swimming, two days decoupage, in-between scrapbooking and glass painting.

When school started, I met other mums and with stay with them to help the teachers in the classroom.

Even though we lived in the same street, I didn’t see Vasanthi that much. Whenever I went to her house unannounced, she won’t be home. Nilesh would inform me that she was out, either organizing some fundraising event or helping someone with a wedding or birthday celebration.

On most of these occasions, I would find Nilesh either doing dishes or vacuuming the house. Vasanthi hated the housework. She cooked whenever they were entertaining. For the rest of the days cooking was Nilesh’s responsibility.

It didn’t matter how busy Nilesh was at work. He would never skip taking their daughter to various classes her mother had enrolled her in.

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When she was not home late at night he would read her book and put Sonali to sleep. Sonali was always dressed immaculately. Like her mother, she had expensive tastes. Like her father, she was quiet and lacked confidence. For her mother, she was a living doll whom she could dress as she pleased. Every time Vasanthi went to India she brought back dresses worth seeing.

Nilesh and I often met at the park at the end of the street where my kids loved to play. Whenever we got there, Sonali would also come with her father.

“She loves the swing. She has been coming here ever since she was a toddler.” Nilesh would sit patiently on the bench equipped with a water bottle and peanut butter sandwich.

“You must feel lucky to have such a lovely child and such a lovely wife. He blushed. After a bit of hesitation, he shared the story of their marriage. “When her parents brought her proposal to my mother, I couldn’t believe my luck. She could have married anyone. I mean, I used to watch her in the college, from a distance. Every boy wanted to be her friend. Wanted to marry her. Boys much more handsome than me. Much richer than me. I indeed am lucky.”

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Each year, when Vasanthi went to India to continue with her classical dance degree, she would take Sonali with her. Nilesh would be by himself. We often invited him to have dinner with us. Aakash and Nilesh would watch footy over beer, while I would cook Indian meals while keeping an eye on kids playing in the backyard.

Occasionally, Aakash will offer to do BBQ to give me a break from cooking. Two men will go to the local shops to get fresh fish, marinate it in lemon, ginger, and garlic, wrap it up in aluminum foil and cook it on the charcoal grill. I would heat frozen chips in the oven, and we would eat outside along with garden-fresh salads and relishes.

This year we went to Bali for a holiday. When we came back, I reminded Aakash to ring Nilesh and invite him over for dinner. But he got busy, catching up with work and I with unpacking and bringing the house back in order.

It was almost the end of February. On a Saturday morning, Aakash was buried in the newspaper. I was thinking about what to cook when I realized we hadn’t had BBQ this year.

“Aakash, how about inviting Nilesh and Vasanthi for BBQ tonight. Vasanthi must be back from India. Kids can play together while we can catch up.”

“That reminds me.” Aakash looked up from the paper, “I saw Nilesh at the shops the other day. He looked… disheveled.” He paused before continuing, “When I shook hand with him, he looked the other way. He had a brooding expression on his face. As if he was trying to avoid me.”

“Did you ask him to come for dinner?”

“No,” Aakash got buried in the newspaper again, “It didn’t feel right.”

“Maybe you should ring him, just to find out if he is OK.”

“I guess I should,” Aakash mumbled from his paper. I got busy mopping the floors and cooking. The suitcases from the holiday were still needed to be put away. I got Aakash to put them on the top shelf of the wardrobe.

A couple of days later, Aakash mentioned that he rang Nilesh a couple of times, but there was no response.

Weekends passed and so did the weekdays. Children’s school was going to start on Monday and after the Saturday morning cleaning regime, we took kids shopping for school supplies.

A few hours later, we headed towards the car park with a trolley full of bags from Big W and K-Mart promising kids dinner at Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Rather than eating at the crowded shopping center, we drove to the one by the lake. At the car park of the fast-food restaurant, Aakash spotted Nilesh’s car. Like us, he might have also brought his family to the fast-food joint to mark the end of the holiday.

I got excited at the prospect of catching up with Vasanthi after her trip from India. We always had a lot to discuss when she came back from India, starting from the well-being of the family members to the latest fashion and shopping spree she would have had.

We didn’t find Nilesh inside the restaurant. We ordered the food and waited in line for our food to be ready. There was still no sign of Nilesh. We picked up our tray and sat down near the window overlooking the lake when Aakash spotted Nilesh. He was sitting on a bench in the park overlooking the lake. He was alone. Kids ate their meal while Aakash went to say hello to him. I watched from the window. Aakash was right. I had never seen Nilesh so disarrayed. Hunched at the shoulders, he had the posture of an older man.

Aakash tapped him on the shoulder from behind and offered his hand, which he shook, sitting down. I watched Aakash sitting next to him and put his arm around his shoulder. They talked for a while, or rather, Aakash talked and Nilesh nodded.

“Mum, she is eating my chips,” Karan whined.

Richa made a face mimicked Karan.

Children’s bickering brought my attention back to the room. I separated their chips. A sickening feeling arose from the bottom of my stomach. Something was not right. When I looked up Aakash was back. I raised an eyebrow and he nodded. ‘He will come tonight.’

At home, I prepared a simple meal while Aakash helps the kids prepare their school bags. We decided to feed the kids early so that they could sleep early. By half-past eight, both of them were in bed with their neatly ironed school uniform hanging from the wardrobe handle.

The doorbell rang faintly and only once. Aakash opened the door and brought Nilesh in. I greeted him. He nodded. Aakash handed him a glass of whisky when he slumped in the lounge. Both men sat down and I went to the kitchen to heat the food.

His hair was long and badly needed a cut. His face was unshaved at least for a week. It seemed like he had been sleeping in the same clothes he was wearing now.

He stayed silent and so was Aakash. The only sound in the room was of me putting the food on the table. I wanted to announce that the dinner is ready when I caught Aakash’s eye. He indicated I come and sit with them.

I sat on the lounge in front and waited. As if it was the cue Nilesh was waiting for. He hadn’t touched his drink. Rolling the glass between his hands, he leaned forward and said in a faint voice, ‘I did everything. Everything I could.’

We both remained silent.

‘Even when I couldn’t, I did whatever I could. But I should have known. She was too good for me. I didn’t deserve her. She was meant to have a better life. A life I could never give her.’

I couldn’t stop myself and asked, “What happened, Nilesh?”

“She is gone. She is gone,’ he looked straight at me with his red eyes, ‘apparently, he was waiting for her since high school. Never married because of her. And now he is a millionaire in America. Owns a hotel chain there.”

Aakash put his glass on the side table and reached forward to place his hand on Nilesh’s back.

‘She took Sonali with her too.’ And he broke down crying. His body shook with the violent sobs which came from deep within where it hurt the most.

© Neera Mahajan, November 2015

Photo by Saksham Gangwar on Unsplash

How to Create From the Higher State of Consciousness

I have been writing on Medium for about ten months now. 

Once I exhausted my initial ideas I got interested to know how to create deeper and more engaging content.

I am particularly impressed with the work of Zat Rana, who has written articles that are amongst the most read on Medium. 

As I started pondering the question, as if by some serendipity, I was led to four levels of consciousness, a concept explained by Vishan Lakhiani in the book “The Code of Extraordinary Mind.”

Illustration by the author

Last week I wrote an article where I explained that at Level 1 your goals come from the culturescape. At Level 2 and 3, they come from within us but at Level 4 they come from a higher source — the Inspiration. 

Call it God, or Universe, or Supreme Being, or Higher Power, but Inspiration become our unlimited source of creation when we realize we are much more than just a body but a part of the “whole.” 

When we feel connected to every living being and become a part of the universe, Inspiration starts whispering to us. 

It talks in the form of intuition.

When you get an idea of a book in the shower, or a theory in the bathtub or a complete melody in a dream, it is not you, it is the inspiration talking to you.

You need to make sure you’re tuned in when Inspiration whispers because if you are not, it will go to someone else.

And if it finds you listening and up to the challenge, it will give you the intention (courage to act) and it will remove all the roadblocks.

That is the state you want to be as creators. 

I have covered these concepts in my previous two articles, Everything Changes When You Start Working From The Fourth Level of Consciousness and How To Make Sure You Listen To Inspiration When It Whispers.

Today I want to take them to another level.


The concept of Being.

Eckhart Tolle, talks about a concept called “Being” in his book The Power of Now.

There is an eternal, ever-present One Life beyond the myriad of forms of life that are subject to birth and death. Many people use the word God to describe it; I often call it Being. — Eckhart Tolle

Being explains nothing, nor does the word God. But according to Eckhart Being has an advantage, it’s an open concept.

It is open because it does not reduce the infinite to a finite entity. God has been given several forms already. Each religion has given it some symbol, shape, or image. In many mythologies, God looks like humans.

But it is impossible to form a mental image of Being. Becasue “Being” is not a noun but a verb. 

So what is Being?

According to Eckhart, Being is your very presence. It is your true nature. Your own deepest self. 

It is accessible to you all the time. 

It is accessible to you now as a feeling of your own presence. Which is only a small step from the word “being” to the experience of Being.

It is a bit hard concept to understand. If you try to understand it with your logical mind you may not be able to. If you try to give it a form you will not be able to. Because Being can’t be seen it can only be felt.

That too when your mind is still and your intention is fully in the present.

Being is not only deep within but also beyond. It is in every form as its innermost invisible and indestructible essence.

Being is also the pathway to gain enlightenment. Enlightenment is not some superhuman accomplishment, it is simply your natural state in oneness with Being.

To regain awareness of BEING and abide in that state of feeling-realization, is enlightenment. — Eckhart Tolle

So Being is a state of connectedness with something big. Something that is essentially you and yet it is much greater than you. 

It is you your true nature beyond the name and form.

There is a connection between the concept of “Being” and the concept of “Four Levels of Consciousness.”

At the fourth level of consciousness when we feel connected to every living being and become a part of the universe, Inspiration starts whispering to us.

So when we are in the state of “Being”, we are connected to the Inspiration. 

Eckhart says it this way.

When your consciousness 

is directed outwards, mind and world arise. 

When it is directed inwards, 

it realizes its own Source

and returns home into the Unmanifested.

Eckhart goes on to explain that in this state of inner connectedness, you are much more alert, more awake, fully present. As you go more deep in this state of pure consciousness, you feel your own presence with such intensity and such joy that all thinking, all emotions, your physical body as well as the whole external world become relatively insignificant in comparison.

Yet it is not a selfish but a selfless state. It takes you beyond what you previously thought of as “your self.”

That presence is essentially you and at the same time inconceivably grater than you.

So Being is the higher state of consciousness and you can reach this state by simply incorporating a practice of focusing your attention into the Now.

By feeling your very presence. 

By connecting to your true nature. 

By connecting to your own deepest self.

By connecting to the universe. 

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I am going to stop here. I will be writing more on the topic. Stay tuned.

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If You Want To Change Your Life, Make Your Bed

Last weekend, as usual, my husband brought a pile of books from the library. Our household is an avid user of the public library.

Amongst those, one book with an interesting title caught my eye. The title was:

MAKE YOUR BED

A tiny book of mere 130 pages was written by Admiral William H. McRaven, a former Navy SEAL.

How come an admiral was writing a book on making a bed? 

It is a job of a mother. A habit I have tried to install in my kids. 

The introduction to the book turned out equally interesting. 


On May 17, 2014, Admiral William H. McRaven addressed the graduating class of the University of Texas at Austin on their commencement day.

Taking the inspiration from the university’s slogan, “What starts here changes the world,” he shared ten principles he learned during Navy Seal training that helped him overcome challenges not only in his training and long Navy career but also throughout his life.

And the first one of those was — make your bed.

Start Your Day with a Task Completed

Admiral’s argument is to start your day with a task completed as soon as you wake up. 

You may not think making a bed a task, but it is. Try leaving it unmade for a few days and you will see the untidiness it portrays. And it becomes much of a chore if you don’t do it first thing in the morning.

If you make your bed as soon as you get up, a sense of fastidiousness takes over and you already feel on top of the day. 

Admiral McRaven tells the story of when he joined the basic SEAL training in his younger days. SEAL training is the hardest military training in the world. For six months, the recruits are constantly harassed by professionally trained warriors who seek to find the weak of mind and body and eliminate them from ever becoming a Navy SEAL.

But the training also seeks to find those who can lead in an environment of constant stress, chaos, failure and hardship. 

Each morning, Admiral McRaven’s instructors, who were all Vietnam veterans, would show up in the barracks and the first thing they would inspect was recruits’ beds. 

The corners needed to be square, the covers tight, the pillow centered just under the headboard, and the extra blanket folded neatly at the foot of the rack. 

It is a simple task, mundane at best. 

But why do it to such a perfection?

It might seem ridiculous, particularly in the light of the fact that they were aspiring warriors wanting to be trained in battle tactics, but there is wisdom in this simple act.

Incidentally, it is the first requirement of nursing training as well, an equally arduous profession. 

If you make your bed every morning, you will have accomplished the first task of the day. It will give you a small sense of pride and it will encourage you to do another task and another and another. By the end of the day that one task completed will have turned into many tasks completed. Making your bed will also reinforce the fact that the little things in life matter. If you can’t do the little things right you will never do the big things right.

— Admiral William H. McRaven

In December 2003, U.S. forces captured Saddam Hussein. He was held in confinement, during which he was kept in a small room. He also slept in an Army cot but with the luxury of sheets and a blanket. 

Once a day, Admiral McRaven would visit Saddam to ensure the soldiers were properly caring for him. 

He couldn’t help notice, with some sense of amusement, that Saddam didn’t make his bed. The covers were always crumpled, at the foot of his cot and he rarely seemed inclined to straighten them.


Admiral McRaven’s address to graduating class of the University of Texas went viral. For years he had been stopped on the street by people telling him their own stories, how they didn’t back down from the sharks, how they didn’t quit, how making their bed every morning helped them through tough times.

If by chance you have a miserable day, you will come home to a bed that is made — that you made — and made bed gives you encouragement that tomorrow will be better.

So, if you want to change the world, start by making your bed.

Here is Admiral’s whole speech if you want to hear about the other lessons he learned in the basic SEAL training.

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Do You Have Any Regrets

In 2009, Bronnie Ware, an Australian palliative care nurse wrote the second article for her newly formed blog, Inspiration and Chai.

The article was called Regrets of the Dying.

After too many years of unfulfilling work, Bronnie Ware began searching for a job with heart. Despite having no formal qualifications or previous experience in the field, she found work in palliative care.

For eight years she tended to the dying. Rather than feeling depressed and drained, Bronnie’s life was transformed. She was repeatedly offered lessons and life-changing insights while sitting by the bedsides of dying people as their carer and listener.

In her blog post, she outlined the most common regrets of the people she had cared for. The post flowed completely of its own accord, without hesitation, simply drawing upon powerful, clear memories.

That post went viral and was viewed by more than three million readers worldwide in its first year.

But something else happened in parallel.

By applying the lessons of those nearing their death to her own life, she developed an understanding that it is possible for every one of us to live a regret-free life if we make the right choices.


Regret is not all bad news.

We all have regrets. Some are little regrets like, not taking an opportunity when it presented itself or making a mistake with our eyes open. But then there are bigger regrets. 

Regrets that can make our lives a living hell, taking us through a whole spectrum of emotional states. 

One side of the spectrum is the dark lament we feel when we’re reminded of how fucked up and flawed we are. But the other side of regret, the side that makes it all worth it, is the light it shines in. That light guides us to a better understanding of ourselves — and ultimately to a place of acceptance of how fucked up and flawed we are. — Mark Mason

  • Regret is a sign that we are engaged with life. Without regret, we cannot learn from our mistakes, and we are destined to repeat them. The anxiety and the feeling of dissatisfaction are the messages from our souls saying something is wrong and needs addressing.
  • Addressing regret leads to a better life. Leaving regret unidentified can lead to self-hatred. We can see around us people who can’t forgive themselves after they had done something wrong. They constantly blame themselves. They can’t find happiness until they address the regret of their lives. There is life after regret. One can recover.
  • Identifying regret leads to remorse. And in remorse is the nirvana. Remorse involves insight into what one has done to others. It is the beginning of becoming aware of how one behaves and wanting to do something differently. When you can begin to experience genuine remorse for what you’ve done, something authentic starts to happen.
  • Regret is an opportunity to do things differently next time. Though very painful regret can be a gift. It can be a doorway to a better way of living. A right kind of regret which can be understood and worked through can lead to remorse and repair is the strongest sign of life meaningfully lived.

Three kinds of Regrets

Simply put, regrets are the choices we made.

We think we should have done something better but didn’t. We should have chosen a better life partner, but didn’t. We should have not said those harsh words but we did. We should have taken that more exciting but risky job, but didn’t. We should have been more disciplined, but weren’t.

We regret these choices, which happened in the past and can’t be changed. We compare them to an ideal path that we think we should have taken. We can’t shake the idea from our heads of what could have been if only we had made a different choice.

And since we cannot change those choices we start regretting them. 

I would divide regrets into three kinds. 

Something you did wrong.

We all have done something we shouldn’t have. We are humans after all. We make mistakes. But carrying that mistake to your grave is a bigger mistake.

Opening yourself up to the possibility of making mistakes and learning from the experience is a better way to deal with this kind of regret rather than beating yourself over it for years to come. 

It’s not an easy thing to do but with practice, it does get easier, because the more we can allow ourselves to make mistakes and learn from them, the fewer mistakes we make.

Yet, strange as it sounds, there are people for whom this kind of regret can become a safe haven, because it can protect them from the pain and risks of living a full life. 

Two out of the five regrets of the dying who confided in Bronnie Ware fell in this category. 

Something you want to do all your life and didn’t do it.

The number one regret of the dying that they admitted to Bronnie Ware was:

I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

It is not unusual for people to keep living the life that others expected from them rather than gather enough courage to live the life they want to live.

Unlived life also becomes that cause of unfulfillment, anxiety, self-loathing. Many people seeking therapy because they feel paralyzed by regret and yet unable to live a full life. We hate our work, our relationship suffers and our self-confidence suffers too. ‘I’m so terrible. I’m dreadful.’ It is self-flagellation, and it can be incredibly damaging to our mental health.

When we are trapped in a cycle of dissatisfaction and inability to live the life we truly want to live, we blame others for our fulfillment. This when the regret becomes toxic.

The grass is greener on the other side. 

There is a tendency with regret to see the pathway you didn’t take as inevitably better than the pathway you did.

It may well be that this other pathway would indeed have worked out better but the point is that we cannot know for sure.

It is that certainty, that transformation into the knowledge of what can only ever really be a supposition, that is the hallmark of toxic regret.

It is the ability to accept yourself, to recognize that there was a wider context to your actions and to understand that you made the decisions you made based on the values and the information you had at the time, that leads to remorse and self-knowledge.

What regrets do you have?

Are you living the life you wanted to live or the others prescribed for you?

Are you spending enough time with your loved ones?

Do you have plenty of time to enjoy life or you are always rushed?

Are you in contact with your friends and loved ones?

Do you express your feelings?

Do you allow yourself to be happy?

Are you keeping up with the Johns or do you have the courage to walk your own walk?

Is there any space for creativity or your life?

Two years ago my biggest regret was that I was not able to spend much time writing. 

I tackled it head-on. I took early retirement and started concentrating on writing. Now I am a full-time writer.


Here are a few things you can do to tackle your regrets.

Whether your regrets are large — like choosing to turn down a job or not trying hard enough for a medical school entrance exam or unkind things you said to someone, letting go of regret is beneficial.

Here are a few things you can do to create a little space between you and your regrets:

Make a list of your regrets and try to understand the rationale behind your choice. 

It might seem counterintuitive, but if you find yourself thinking about your regrets it can help to write about them. Did you really make the wrong choice? Can it be corrected? If yes, what measures can you take to correct it. If not, what can you do to let it go. What lesson you can learn from it so that you don’t make the same mistake.

Forgive yourself.

If you have done something wrong and you have realized, and feel remorse it is time to forgive yourself. If you have fallen short of your expectation, it too is the time to forgive yourself. There’s no magic solution to make you feel okay immediately with whatever you regret, but by processing and forgiving yourself you can begin to let go.

It is not the mistake that counts, it is the lesson it teaches you.

This is just another way of gaining context and perspective because hanging on to mistakes means you are not paying attention to the lesson it carries. And you are not moving ahead. Even if you have made the wrong choice repeatedly, it is time you learn the lesson because now the stakes are even higher. It is time to change the course.

Make amends.

If your regret involves other people, it is time to forget and forgive them as well. If appropriate apologize and make amends. Sometimes it is just a matter of reaching out. 

If you suspect that someone will genuinely benefit from your delayed apology, it is better to reach out, rather than regret it at your death bed.


Your Takeaway

View regret as an opportunity to do things differently next time, rather than a signal that you should give up trying altogether.

If you have caused hurt or harm, instead of beating yourself up, do what you can to repair the damage.

Tackle your regret head-on while there is still time.

Be kind to yourself. Allow yourself to “get it wrong.” Forgive yourself and others. Life is too short to keep grudges. 

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How To Make Sure You Listen To Inspiration When It Whispers

Last week I wrote everything changes when you start working from the fourth level of consciousness, where I introduced levels of consciousness as a roadmap for growth.

At level one of consciousness, we are a part of the Culturescape. Our goals are given to us by the society, the culture that we are part of. “Get good grades.” “Get a good job.” “Become a doctor.” “Make a lot of money and live comfortably.” “Invest, build a portfolio.”

As we are achieving those goals, at some point, we start questioning society’s norms. We start questioning other people’s expectations from us, whether they are our parents or spouses, or bosses. We start questioning the religion. And we start realizing we don’t have to follow what we have been told all our life That we can choose our own experiences in life.

That is when we move to level two of consciousness. At level two, we look for a purpose for life, a way to contribute to this universe. This is when our goals come from inside us.

At level three, we discover we are a part of a greater whole. We see everyone else as part of us and everything else as part of us. We begin to see things differently to act differently to react differently and experience ourselves in a brand new way, a way that can change your life forever. We start re-coding ourselves, and we find ourselves at the fourth level of consciousness.

But we are level four; the goals are coming from a completely different place.


The goals come from Inspiration.

Now, what is Inspiration?

You could call it God, you could call it the Universe, or you could call it your superconscious.

You think you came up with a brilliant idea for that book, or you came up with that brilliant idea for that new program, or you were the genius who came up with the idea for your business, but you did not.

You were simply the conduit.

You have a boss, and that boss has been whispering in your ear. She’s been telling you and pushing you and inspiring you to make that happen.

That is Inspiration.

And that inspiration gives you your intention.

When you start showing that you have intent to listen to it, and you’re going to start moving towards it, she removes the roadblocks.

So you don’t set goals; the goals are not coming from society, they are not coming from you, but they are whispered to you.

You hear whispers.

You have these little intuitive nudges you feel get while you are showering or waking up in the morning, and bang! An idea for that next blog post. Or an idea for that next product you have to build. The idea for the next course you want to serve. It just hits you.

This is Inspiration.

There is this really interesting story about what happens when you start listening to inspiration.

Michael Jackson would wake up at three am and call his manager, and would go, “Butterflies. Butterflies.”

The manager would say, “Michael, what the hell is going on. It’s three am.”

Michael would say, “I got this idea for a song. It’s about butterflies; I got to write it now.

Exasperated, his manager would say, “Michael, it is three am. Can this wait till tomorrow morning?

Michael would respond, “No, if I don’t write it, Prince will.”


How to listen to the Inspiration?

Vishan Lakhiani, in his book “Code of Evolution,” states that at level four, we start feeling that we are particles of God having a human experience.

He calls humans Godicles. We are all God’s equals here on planet Earth, playing God within our own cognitive plane.

When that happens, we feel a deep sense of connectedness with all life with all human beings.

With this sense of connectedness, we open up to intuition.

What is intuition?

Intuition is one of these words that gets thrown around a lot but not many people know how to cultivate the skills to be able to hear their intuition on a daily basis. — Emily Fletcher

And if you ask any high performer CEO, any entrepreneur, how did you come up with an idea, they would say it was just my intuition. I just had this feeling in my gut.

So for many people, intuition is a sort of elusive gut thing that can be how they know something without the involvement of their critical mind.

Our left-brain critical mind is always screaming at us. I suck. I suck. I suck. And it’s very hard to hear your intuition when your critical mind screams at you because your intuition whispers. It says, write that book. Start that business. Compose that song; here is the melody.

If you don’t have a daily meditation practice that it’s very hard to tell the difference between your critical mind and your intuitive mind.

And if you’ve got this screaming, I suck. I suck. I suck voice happening all the time; how are you supposed to hear that intuitive voice?

What meditation does is that it takes our right brain to the gym every single day.

Our right brain is the piece of you that is in charge of intuition. It is the part of you that actually connects to collective intelligence.

Think of intuition and creativity as a Wi-Fi network, and your right brain is the router. Your right brain is the piece of you that allows you to connect to collective intelligence. And your left brain is the actual computer.

You could have the most developed intellect and incredible life experience, which would be like having the fanciest computer. But it doesn’t matter how good a computer is; it is no good if it is not connected to the internet.

Now, Imagine you connect that computer to the internet; how much smarter it becomes? How much more capable it becomes because you’re exchanging ideas. You’re able to intuit other people’s intellect. You’re able to hear how nature actually wants to use you to deliver your fulfillment.


So sit in silence and tune in to Inspiration to get the intuition.

But herein lies humanity’s problem.

Blaise Pascal made huge contributions to physics and mathematics, notably in fluids, geometry, and probability. He died at the young age of 39.

Right before his death, he was hashing out fragments of private thoughts that were later released as a collection by the name of Pensées.

While the book is mostly a mathematician’s case for choosing a life of faith and belief, the more curious thing about its clear and lucid ruminations on what it means to be human.

He wrote:

“All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.”

Zat Rana, another Medium writer, wrote in an article that has got the most claps ever, wrote our aversion to solitude is really an aversion to boredom.

At its core, our addiction to TV, social media, movies, social gathering is in faction an addiction to a state of not-being-bored.

At its root is the dread of the nothingness of nothing. We can’t imagine just being rather than doing.

But according to Zat, there is a solution. The only way to beat this fear is to face it like any other fear. Face the boredom and let it take you where it wants so you can deal with whatever it is that is really going on with your sense of self.

That’s when you’ll hear yourself think, and that’s when you’ll learn to engage the parts of you that are masked by distraction.

The beauty of this is that, once you cross that initial barrier, you realize that being alone isn’t so bad. Boredom can provide its own stimulation.

When you surround yourself with moments of solitude and stillness, you become intimately familiar with your environment in a way that forced stimulation doesn’t allow. The world becomes richer, the layers start to peel back, and you see things for what they really are, in all their wholeness, in all their contradictions, and in all their unfamiliarity.

When you get to this state, you don’t just get your goals, your purpose; you get much more from the universe.

Read about any great person, whether they were spiritual leaders like Buddha, musicians, or entrepreneurs, they all followed a nudge at some point in their life.

Elon Musk woke up one day in the middle of the night with an idea on how to create a better rocket. Likewise, John Lennon got the music of his greatest song in a dream.

The Takeaway

Start understanding that there is a bigger source where you can tap, and that source is Inspiration. You can call it God, Universe, or you Superconscious.

Inspiration speaks in whispers. You need to be attuned to it to be able to listen to it.

You need regular daily meditation practice to hear the whispers of Inspiration that we call intuitions.

The hardest thing to do for humans is to sit quietly in a room, alone.

But if you can develop that practice, you will get in touch with the world within you and the whole world that we call the universe.

A big shift begins to happen then, and things shift, very, very, rapidly.

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Resources: Four Levels of Consciousness, Mindvalley

Zat Rana: The Most Important Skill Nobody Taught You

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3 Pieces of Advice For Creative People

Advice #1

A young man approached Henry Kissinger, a renowned diplomat and a former U.S. Secretary of State, and asked, “Mr. Kissinger, can you give some career advice.”

“No,” said Kissinger in a gruff voice.

Disappointed, the young man turned around to go away. Kissinger stopped him and explained, “My advice is ‘no.’ Always let your first answer be a no.”

To move mountains, you have to learn to say no. You have to learn to be selective in the tasks you say yes to. You have to learn to focus. Because energy flows towards the place, you focus your attention on.

Advice #2

Once there was a donkey who was thirsty as well as hungry. The donkey spotted some hay on one side and water on the opposite side.

But the donkey didn’t know which one to go to first.

The donkey looked at the hay; then it looked at the water. Looked at the hay looked at the water. Am I hungry? Am I thirsty? Am I hungry? Am I thirsty?

And eventually, the donkey died of dehydration.

Sometimes we are that donkey. Should I make this? Should I make that? Should I write this? Should I write that? And we don’t even start.

But for some reason we feel productive. Because we are thinking about it. Thinking about stuff is not doing stuff. It’s the complete opposite of doing stuff. We fall int the trap of deliberation, pondering, questioning, thinking, strategizing, and debating, it might feel like we are moving forward, but we are stuck.

Doing a bit of this and a bit of that is like laying single brick of a million different houses and expecting that one day it will magically become a mansion. It’s not going to happen.

You can do ten things to one degree or you can do one thing to the tenth degree.

Rather than spreading yourself, do one thing. Draw the same thing every single day. Paint in one medium everyday. Sketch the same cartoon character everyday. Write a poem (or an an article or a short story) everyday.

And this is true for work too. This is true for dating versus committing yourself to one person friendship, everything. Really focusing and investing yourself into something you’re passionate about will always yield better results than scattering yourself around.

Advice #3

Adele Adkins is one of the world’s best music artists but there is something that not many people know. She is afraid of her audience. She has crazy stage fright.

Being such a talented artist, she still hates touring and putting on live shows. Because she has a crazy fear. What if the audience think that my recorded performance is better than my live performance?

So how did Adele overcome her stage fright?

Adele did something that made her stage fright manageable. She learnt a trick from a fellow musician – Beyonce.

Beyonce created an alter-ego to fight her stage fright. Her calls her alter-ego — Sasha Fierce. As soon as Beyonce would put on her shoes and hear the crowd, her alter-ego Sasha Fierce would take over. And Sasha Fierce has no fear. Beyonce created a character that she could put on, like other people put on clothes.

When Adele heard about it, she too created an own alter-ego. She called it, Sasha Carter, which is a mix of Beyonce’s Sasha Fierce and country music star June Carter. Sasha Carter could get on stage and blow the audience away.

Why did such a crazy thing like creating an alter-ego work?

Adele’s fear was not based on fact, but on belief. She criticized herself because of a what-if scenario.

The mind is a crazy thing. When it criticizes itself, it causes all sorts of problems.

Alter-ego builds distance between the mind and the behavior.

Self distancing is the key. Self distancing allows you to view yourself more objectively. It allows you to see the bigger picture and not be bogged down with feelings.

Alter-ego works because it helps you build self distance.

When I started writing I created an alter-ego too – Ms Jolly. Here is snapshot from my website where I introduce her.

Your alter-egos don’t have to be forever. Alter-egos are tools that help you accept yourself when you change your behaviour.

But your behavior changes you too. Acting confident indeed makes you feel more confident.

Beyonce acknowledged in 2010 that she had killed Sasha FierceSasha Fierce helped Beyonce with public performances. But when Beyonce got over her fear she outgrew the need for her alter-ego.

Face whatever fear you have for your creativity by creating and alter-ego.

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