Consider this carefully, old friend. Let us look at the head. The thinking center. The architect of concepts. The narrator of stories. The commentator of everything. It runs twenty-four hours a day. Seven days a week. No weekends. No holidays. It does not take vacations. You can fly to the moon—it packs its suitcase before you do. You can retreat to a cave in the Himalayas—it sits cross-legged beside you. You can whisper, “Stop.” It whispers back louder. Try to silence it forcefully— it becomes a protester in the streets of your skull. Because at its center lives the ego — not evil, not sinful —but protective. A self-defense mechanism shaped by memory. A guardian of identity. A manager of survival in a world of opposites: Gain and loss. Praise and blame. Success and failure. It was designed to help you navigate duality. But somewhere along the way. The advisor became the ruler. The servant crowned itself king. And now the modern man suffers not from lack of ...
Consider the ancient map of the chakras — a symbolic blueprint of inner ascent. The sages of India described this journey as a series of energy centers aligned along the spine, each representing a stage in the evolution of human consciousness. In traditions such as Kundalini Yoga and Tantric philosophy, energy was never viewed as moral. It was never “good” or “bad.” It was neutral. Like water. Like electricity. Like light before it meets an object. Neuroscience doesn’t speak of chakras, but it describes an ascent—from survival circuits to emotional regulation, and then to higher awareness in the prefrontal cortex. Ancient language. Modern language. Same ascent. Energy in Its Pure State Energy begins pure — undivided, uncolored. Like a drop of rain falling from the sky. But the moment it touches earth, it begins to mix. Rain becomes a river. The river becomes drinking water. Water becomes coffee. Coffee becomes stimulation. Stimulation becomes anxiety. The essence never chan...