As a researcher or writer, one of the most important lessons to learn is when not to think and what not to think. This problem becomes far more intense when you know the right way and you watch people doing it the wrong way. It is hard not to stop by and teach. You shall not try to catch fish in every small patch of water.
In my early days of research, which later took the shape of NV Life, I sabotaged a lot of meetings and annoyed a lot of friends and family members. In simple conversations, I would see through a pattern in people and would be able to foresee various possible scenarios in the future for them. I had no control over such a process running inside me; and quite honestly, the potency & fertility of my mind was very intoxicating. Being naïve, enthusiastic, and filled with vision, I would often make the mistake of indulging in sharing with people their complete matrix and probabilities of the sequence of events in the future to come. As good as I was in those early days in articulating insights into science, it was always received with skepticism and was taken frivolously. Rightly so, but not really. Over the years, as I evolved, I channelized insights into science and wrote all of it in the book. This further evolved into online courseware and now people decode the root cause of their patterns themselves, to naturally cure their depression, insomnia, anxiety, stress and restore mental health. Also, I worked hard to shut such an ability, in addition to having a strict practice of not listening to any case directly without the intervention of my team.
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But this was a simple thing and a part of learning to convert art into science for common people. The hard part was watching people in the park, doing yoga, or various other forms of workouts and meditation. You know from their posture and process that they are taught wrongly and they are really not getting much benefit from it; except probably a little more flexible body and being away from routine spending time with themselves.
Once, when I went for a walk on a Sunday morning, a group of seniors was practicing laughter therapy and affirmations. They pulled me in and I joined them. I remained a student and followed every technique they were practicing. I came out feeling their desperation and thirst for hope. The easy part was to teach them ‘The Science of Cure’ and make them experience, within minutes, that which they were not able to experience in months of practicing these lengthy, faulty techniques. But I walked out sharing minimum details about me, when I was to introduce myself with the group at the end.
For the last 6 months or so, I began to notice a gradual decline in my energies and a massive increase in the workload. Attributing it to the unusual level of work, I ignored it thinking that when I take a break, it will be restored. A few weeks back it began to show up on my throat. This looked serious. I began the process of decoding the root cause together with my colleagues based on the algorithm we teach to our students. We looked at the last 2 years. Visible and invisible events and my interaction with people. The data was overwhelming. The cure was simple but I did not want to pursue curing it without knowing the root cause. With every passing week, my health was going down, energy levels were dipping and every single day, in the expansion phase of the company, work commitment was growing leaps and bounds.
Now, we all love stories. Stories of human experiences. This has been a part of every culture. I am no exception. I love stories of human life, where I can unfold the mystery of their choices. Old people have been my fascination. I can watch them for hours. They intrigue me because I see a story of their life, ready to be shared. The way they sit on the bench or walk tells me their story. I begin to dwell deeper into their past to figure out why they are the way they are today. (Read the article – 5 symptoms that your immune system is not optimal)
So, here’s sharing one such story with you. One Sunday morning, I saw an unusual scene from our villa. Across in the greens, on a bench, I saw an aged lady doing Pranayam and various other breathing techniques. She had some healing or soothing music playing on her mobile and on this silent, beautiful, bright morning I was watching her while smoking my cigarette.
Soon, she started chanting. She was now practicing the HUM chant. This is for the throat chakra (Vishuddhi). There is a process for chanting defined in Tantra. The way people chant is creating noise. It has to be with the regulation of breath just like Yoga and any other ancient practice. Since we are sound beings, chants are a direct medium to turn in and connect with the subconscious. It is one of the most powerful means to attain a higher level of consciousness but shall be done only when a great deal of work is done on your belief. It is not meant for anybody and everybody and just for anything. Just like 2-3 Surya namaskar is enough to arrive at Yog Nidra, a few chants are enough to arrive at trance and attain peace and harmony. What people are doing with such ancient powerful practice is a circus. It is like buying a Mercedes and sitting inside the car in a parking lot on a hot afternoon to beat the heat, with the air conditioner on.
Watching her chant as an assigned task almost got me to jump out of my yard and teach her the correct way. I resisted. But I also kept watching her to check if there was any level of accuracy in her chant so that at least the lady would gain something from it. I could not find any. It was a waste. She felt lonely and in depression trying to find a natural way to deal with it.
The problem with my throat was worsening and it had now started to bother me. Symptoms were getting severe by the day and my research had zeroed down on the root cause. The damage I had done to myself in researching on self was now quite evident. To cure, I had to switch off from work for a week to restore my three pillars of health and well-being (Read the chapter Sleep, Breath and Sexuality from the book- Meditation the Cure).
As I began to recover each day with sadhana with the help of my team, who took over the entire work and isolated me, I found the key learnings this issue was to teach me. As the learning became realization, its symptoms began to fade because they had served the purpose. One day while on YouTube, a piece of music popped up. It was the HUM sound meditation. I played it. This was enough for me to go back to my early research days- to 11 years back, when I was experimenting with sounds and chants. At some point, I had given up this practice to focus on the research of the ‘Science of Suffering’. It was a conscious decision to decode the mystery for humanity rather than dwell deeper into it and attain bliss. I chanted HUM a few times, with the science that I used to practice; and it worked for my throat, by showing the exact location on my jaw, where the symptom was.
A few weeks back that old lady had come to teach me the same. I had missed picking up the signal. My arrogance did not let me see it. She has never come to that bench again.
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