“Thou art the woman, Thou art the man, Thou art the youth and the maiden too. Thou art the old … More
Category: Ignorance (Maya, Avidya)
Where the Streets Have No Name: U2’s Anthem of Transcendence and Freedom
U2’s “Where the Streets Have No Name” is more than a rock song — it’s a cry for transcendence. Bono imagines a place where identity, class, and faith no longer divide us; where names and boundaries dissolve into something pure and infinite. Born from the streets of Belfast and the deserts of Ethiopia, it becomes a universal hymn for freedom — spiritual, emotional, and human. The music itself seems to climb toward heaven, mirroring our own yearning to break free from limitation and live in a world, or a state of being, where the streets truly have no name.
Living the Dream Life
I realize this life, this world is a dream. I realize I am not the doer but God is the … More
Religiosity
“Until you knock the Hindu out of the Hindu, the Muslim out of the Muslim, the Christian out of the … More
Advaita for Dummies
Is happiness really hiding in the next achievement, possession, or relationship—or is it already within you, waiting for the restless mind to pause? In this article, we explore 16 timeless questions through the lens of Advaita Vedānta and other wisdom traditions—questions like: Is desire poison or medicine? Is the waking world any more real than a dream? What does it mean to be in bondage, or free? Drawing from the insights of Vedānta, Buddhism, Taoism, and Stoicism, this guide simplifies profound truths and shows why “you” are not the doer at all—Consciousness alone is.
Why the Knower Cannot Be “Known”: Advaita Vedanta and the Hard Problem of Consciousness
The Bṛhadāraṇyaka Upaniṣad asks, “By what can one know the Knower?” Modern neuroscience and philosophy of mind echo the same puzzle in the “hard problem of consciousness.” Instruments and theories can track brain states and behavior, but never Awareness itself—the very light by which all knowing occurs. Advaita Vedānta makes the radical move: the Knower is not an object of study but the Self, svayam-prakāśa, self-luminous. To seek it as an object is like the eye trying to see itself. Liberation lies in abiding as That, not in endless inquiry.
What Has Shakespeare/Socrates to Do With Shankaracharya?
What has Shakespeare or Socrates to do with Shankaracharya? Nothing. Shakespeare glorifies the theater of Maya, making us weep and laugh at dream-characters. Socrates spins webs of thought, trapping us in endless dialogue. Both literature and philosophy grant solidity to illusion, deepening our bondage to samsara. Shankaracharya is not another voice in their marketplace; he is the firebrand who torches the whole bazaar. Brahma Satyam, Jagat Mithya—the world is false, Brahman alone is real. Advaita is not here to polish the dream but to shatter it. Wake up. The play is over.
Service to God
“People keep saying, ‘Service to man is service to God.’ I say, ‘Service to animals is also service to God.’ … More
Layers of Truth – Philosophical Debate between Perspective Mapper & Sam, Mediated by Claude.ai
Is truth layered or singular? In this voice-led dialogue, Ranjit argues for levels of truth—conventional to ultimate—drawing on Vedanta, Buddhism, and lived context. Sam insists on “naked” nonduality: in the absolute, neither love nor compassion can arise because there is no second. Both concede a paradox: ultimate reality must speak through dual words, bodies, and choices. Meeting people where they are (upaya) becomes the bridge. Sartre’s freedom, Shankara’s clarity, and Christ’s command to love surface as touchstones. Finally, they converge: truth may be one, yet when it moves through the relative world, its authentic signature is love and compassion. Naturally.
Walking the Middle Path: A Daily Guiding Note for Peace
At 75+, with a fulfilled life behind me and a peaceful present, I was advised by my relative Sam, a student of Advaita, to forget the world, ignore mind and heart, and simply live in awareness. Instead of renouncing life entirely, I now follow a middle path. Each day I care for my body, enjoy family and friends lightly, and watch desires without clinging. Morning quietude, small acts of kindness, and evening reflection keep me steady. Life’s forms may rise and fall like pots of clay, but peace rests in the awareness that is never broken.