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  Consider this, old friend : from the moment your eyes first opened, a spell was cast—not by malice, but by habit. Voices you trusted pointed and named: “Blue.” “Tree.” “You.” “World.” And like soft clay, you received each word, pressed into shape by hands that themselves had been pressed.  You were never asked whether it was true. You had no reason to doubt it. So the dream created its scenery—houses, rules, fears, futures, gods, heroes, villains—and you moved through it as if it were real.  Hypnosis through agreement. Inheritance through repetition . Yet, even in this trance, there were moments of sudden clarity—like a sleeper stirring before waking: a hush between thoughts, a gaze without a name, a sense of being the sky instead of the cloud. That was no fantasy. That was you. Awakening is not an achievement, old friend; it is a recognition. The snake does not learn how to slip its skin. It does what it has always done when the old shape grows tight. The caterpillar d...

  Consider this, old friend: From childhood we are taught that progress is addition — and in the material world, this may indeed be true, bringing comfort and completion to our physical existence. Even so — more success, faster and shinier technology, more numbers, more facts, more achievements piled ever higher. Yet the seeker comes to see that no matter how lofty the tower, it never touches the sky. And so the seeker believes awakening must follow the same law: more  scriptures, more seminars, more books, more knowledge piled upon knowledge. But this endless addition only creates weight — binding us to concepts and illusions, leading us further from our true nature. The real path is subtraction — the art of unlearning, of shedding layer upon layer, until we return home to the self that was always here. Enlightenment is not the sum of accumulation. It is the art of subtraction. The art of letting go. The art of shedding — peeling away the conditioning until we stand naked aga...

                   Consider this, old friend. We dwell within a realm of opposites, a stage of the mind where forces clash, blame festers, and hearts grow heavy.  In this theatre of duality, no clarity is born. Division begets division. Conflict births conflict. Anger breeds hate, and hate begets violence. But the world calls for something far greater — a masterpiece of unity. Not forged in the struggle of opposites, but woven from a single thread — a principle, a vision, a purpose, a love. United we rise. Divided we struggle. Such is the nature of the mind’s realm — two sides of a coin locked in endless battle: Right against Left. Light against Darkness. Right against Wrong. Self against Self. Within this earthly dimension of duality, peace cannot dwell. Light cannot thrive. Love cannot abide. These are not found in thought. They are not born of the mind. To know peace is to rise above the mind… into a state of no-mind. To know lig...

                                      Sit, breathe, and remember, old friend. You are not the images flashing on the screen. You are the screen itself — clear, open, silent and untouched. Picture this: thoughts are like trains. Fear pulls in. Desire departs. Memories arrive. Plans rush through. Watch them come and go at the station. Do not board. There is a presence in you that does not chase or cling. It notices each arrival and departure — bright, bruised, trivial, sacred — without keeping a schedule. It simply watches. So let’s begin. Find a seat that supports you. Let your posture soften. Take three slow breaths, letting the air sink to the hara — the quiet space below the belly. From here, the day opens. Now ask, softly: “Who notices this breath? Who watches these thoughts?” Pause. Don’t rush to answer. The answer will not shout. It comes like a silent breeze slipping through a small crac...

Consider this, old friend. When the mind begins its restless spin— caught between the ache of yesterday and the whisper of tomorrow— when you find yourself circling in faded echoes of memory or sketching fragile outlines of what has not yet arrived, Pause... Breathe into the stillness... See it plainly for what it is: a carousel of thought, horses dressed in painted illusions, a tune repeating endlessly, spinning in circles— forever going nowhere.” And in that radiant instant of awareness, whisper gently within: “My point of power is here— in this present breath, in the quiet space between thoughts...in this radiant now." Feel the tether snap. Watch as your attention, once bound to phantoms, turns like a flame rekindled and returns to the hearth of your own presence. For a moment, the object dissolves, and the subject awakens. The attention that once chased outward makes a graceful turn inward, returning home to itself. Here, in the untouched present, you uncover the hidden throne...

Consider this, old friend… Money is but a symbol, a shimmering invention of man, born from the ancient barter when one loaf of bread was weighed against a jug of wine, and later etched in gold, silver, and ink.  But beneath its shifting forms lies the essence of all things—energy. Energy moves, flows, transforms. And here’s no accident—the very word currency comes from current. Like electricity, it flows, and in flowing, it gives life to everything it touches. So too with money—it is the current of human exchange, sparking opportunity, illuminating paths, and nourishing all who stand within its stream. Even when you place it in the vault of a bank, it is not resting—it is lent, invested, circulated, feeding the roots of commerce and the branches of human endeavor. Money flows not from people but through them—just as the river does not belong to the rock or the reed, but moves past them, nourishing all it touches. Notice how it changes in value, this idea of exchange. A dollar was w...

  Consider this, old friend… Have you ever found yourself caught in a loop—trapped in the same weary reel of thoughts, like a song you never asked to remember, yet it circles endlessly on the carousel of your mind?” Don't despair—there is a way out. Imagine the mind as a television screen. And you—the silent watcher. When a channel plays something you don’t enjoy, what do you do?  You change it. “The mind works the same way. First, notice the station you’re tuned to—fear, anger, worry, anxiety. Then, switch to something better. For your attention can only rest in one place at a time. So choose wisely. Tune into a memory that brings light—a warm smile, a cherished journey, the rhythm of waves against the shore, or the gentle kiss of a cool breeze upon your skin.” “Let it fill you—just as real now as it was then—and notice the gentle shift within.” And here is the secret: once you’ve practiced switching enough times, you no longer need the stations at all. You discover something...

Welcome, friends. Reflections on the Path Within is more than a book—it is an awakening in print. With poetic wisdom and timeless insight, each page becomes a lantern for the soul, guiding you beyond stress, distraction, and restless thought into the stillness where peace, clarity, and freedom reside. Blending the essence of mindfulness, meditation, and self-awareness, this book invites you to pause, breathe, and reconnect with the light already alive within. It is both practical and profound—a spiritual companion for seekers of personal growth, self-help, and inner transformation. Whether you are just beginning your journey or deepening your path of spiritual awakening, these reflections will meet you where you are. Each chapter serves as a mirror for consciousness—awakening new vision, expanding awareness, and illuminating the way back home to your true self. Inside, you’ll discover: - Gentle reflections to quiet the mind and awaken awareness - Insights on mindfulness, meditation, an...

  Consider this, old friend. Can you look… without thinking about what you are looking at? Can you listen… without analyzing the sound—whether it’s speech, noise, or silence itself? Can you walk… without dragging the thinker behind you? Just walking—no commentary. No past. No future. Only presence. Can you eat… without the need for entertainment from the mind's activities? Just tasting life itself. And when you dream… can you watch without being lost in the dreamer? When morning comes, instead of rushing into thought, can you awaken into the heart— into the silence, into the pure light within you? This is the invitation, old friend— to arrive fully in this moment. To rest in presence, free from the weight of thought. Pure. Alive. Infinite. So...pause...breathe...be still... Be here and now. Do not chase the light in the outer world. Turn your gaze inward… For the light you seek has always been within you. “Ready to go deeper? Reflections on the Path Within—Your Guide to Presence, C...

Consider this, old friend... “You spend your days caring for the temple of the body. You wash it, feed it, move it, and rest it. You dress it, shape it, and soothe it with comforts and pleasures. But tell me… when was the last time you entered the temple of your mind? The mind, too, needs care. Old programs must be rewritten. Old wounds must be healed. New visions planted— So your future grows brighter than your past. And deeper still… There is a sanctuary most forget. The soul. Not fed by food or thought, but by stillness. By kindness freely given. By compassion for yourself and others. By resting in the silence beyond becoming. When you stop chasing, when you stop trying to become this or that… You remember what has always been here. Not body. Not mind. Not even the thought of a soul. Only Presence… The Eternal Witness. Pure Awareness—nothing less and nothing more. “Ready to go deeper? Reflections on the Path Within—Your Guide to Presence, Clarity, and Freedom. 👉 Get it on Amazon”

  Look closely, old friend—at this very moment in your life. How did you arrive here? Trace it back and you’ll see: you did not leap by years, nor march by months and days. “You arrived through a sequence of events—each lived moment flowing into the next, like luminous pearls strung along an invisible cord, shimmering in the quiet thread of your life.” “Step into memory—a sunlit afternoon, a fleeting conversation, a joy, a sorrow. Each is a single beat of time. And then another, and another, weaving the quiet tapestry of your life.” “Life flows not on calendars, but on karmic currents, where every moment of action shapes what comes next.” What we call time is but the measurement of change: the counting of movements, the tracking of shadows across a dial. But lived experience is not numbers—it is presence. A river of moments becoming, dissolving, and becoming again. The body grows, the skin lines, and the voice matures. The mind learns, forgets, and reimagines. Everything shifts and...

  Welcome, friends!  Let’s shatter some illusions. You’ve been sold lies about fitness and health—and today, we set the record straight. Myth #1: You need endless hours in the gym.  Truth: Just 15-20 focused minutes daily can sculpt your body, de-stress you, and supercharge your energy.  Myth #2: Superfoods drain your wallet. Truth: Chia seeds—affordable, tiny, yet powerful—are packed with fiber, protein, and Omega-3s. Sprinkle them on oatmeal, blend them into smoothies, or stir them into water for an instant health boost. This isn’t hype—it’s your shortcut to strength, vitality, and freedom. Subscribe now—your future self will thank you with a smile and a stronger body. Visit  nycfitliving.com  to begin your journey toward a deeper understanding and to cultivate genuine happiness and well-being through fitness, mindfulness, and stress management.

  Welcome, dear friends. In the hidden chambers of time, three seekers stand at the threshold of transformation. Each wields the sacred fire of alchemy on a different plane. The scientific alchemist bends the language of atoms. From lead to gold, hydrogen and oxygen to water, he reveals that all creation is the reordering of nature’s building blocks. The ancient healer listens to the whispers of roots, leaves, and unseen forces. He knows true medicine is not just curing disease but also restoring harmony—transmuting weakness into vitality and imbalance into wholeness. The spiritual alchemist turns the fire inward. He dissolves illusions, burns away the false self, and rises from the ashes of ego as pure awareness—boundless, eternal, awake. And in one word—Abracadabra: I create as I speak!—the secret is revealed. Words shape your world. Belief fuels their power. Align them with truth, and reality bends to meet you. The most extraordinary alchemy is not found in gold, but in awakenin...

“ Hey friends—constipation slowing you down? Let’s fix that.  Here are 10 foods that bring quick relief: prunes, apples, kiwi, pears, chia seeds, oatmeal, spinach, yogurt, figs, and watermelon.” “Here’s the truth—constipation isn’t only physical. It often begins in the mind, when we cling to old thoughts and resist letting go.”  Like your gut, your life flows easier when you release what no longer serves you.” “So add these foods to your plate—and add forgiveness, letting go, and self-care to your day.  Say goodbye to what’s stuck. Your body and your mind will thank you. Visit  nycfitliving.com  to begin your journey toward a deeper understanding and to cultivate genuine happiness and well-being through fitness, mindfulness, and stress management. “Myths & Motivation” “Welcome, friends!  Today, we’re shattering the myths that are holding you back. “Myth #1: Weight loss means starving yourself. Truth? Starving doesn’t heal—it harms. Your body craves bala...

  Consider this, old friend: At dawn, as we awaken from the dream world, the body slips into yesterday’s chosen shirts, pants, and sweaters— and the mind too begins to dress itself, adorning in moods, fears, and the subtle fabric of thought,  borrowed from the past, stitched with concerns and anticipations of the future. But these are just old garments, concepts, and beliefs, hand-me-downs from the past. As the day stretches on, the robes of thought grow heavy—soiled by the dust of experience, burdened with impressions, and layered with fragments tucked away in the hidden vaults of the subconscious. By nightfall, just as the body must be cleansed of the dust it has gathered, so must the mind be freed of the residue it has collected. Then comes sleep, the silent laundress, who through dreams washes the day’s unfinished wishes and unspoken desires into quiet completion, restoring us for the fresh dawn of renewal. But pause with me here, dear friend, and breathe.  ...

The mind, dear friend, is no museum of dead relics, but a recycling factory—restless, relentless—melting yesterday’s scraps into tomorrow’s realities. Some thoughts are refined into pure gold, paving radiant roads that carry you forward. Jagged and toxic others are hurled back upon your path—shards that cut, chains that bind. Every thought is raw material. Attention is the furnace. With awareness and self-care, you smelt chaos into clarity and confusion into a vessel strong enough to sail across storm and fire.  But live unconscious, reacting mindlessly, and the molten mass cools into shrapnel—wrecking your wheels, stalling your very ride. And the tragedy? Many of us wander, collecting junk and hoarding the worn-out remnants of past fears, reliving yesterday’s karma in today’s reality. The awakened one sees: the factory is not your prison. It is your forge. Visit  nycfitliving.com  to begin your journey toward a deeper understanding and to cultivate genuine happiness and ...

Welcome, friends. Gandhi once whispered a truth so simple, yet vast as the stars: “Where there is love, there is life.” And just as true, where there is life, there is love. Love is not merely a feeling—the silent thread stitching existence together, the building block of breath, the secret rhythm beneath heartbeat and tide.  When the Creator shaped this world, He infused it with love, the invisible nectar flowing through all that lives. Human love—tender, imperfect, full of longing—is but the doorway, the prerequisite, a gentle rehearsal.  Beyond it lies something higher, a love without reason, without boundary: unconditional love.  It is a love that asks for nothing yet gives everything, a love that is the essence of the soul itself. To live in this love is to discover life’s most profound healing. For every wound, there is love. For every sorrow, love becomes the balm. And for every fleeting moment, love alone makes it eternal. Indeed, where there is love, there is lif...

Hey friends—pause that scroll!  Ever wondered what REALLY happens if you eat just one avocado a day? The results are juicier than the fruit itself. Your heart? Protected by those powerful, healthy fats. Your gut? Thriving, thanks to fiber that keeps digestion smooth. Your skin? Glowing, with vitamins C and E working behind the scenes. Your cravings? Crushed—because avocados keep you fuller, longer.  Your brain? Sharper, fueled by nutrients that boost focus and memory. One small habit, MASSIVE impact.  So tell me—are you making avocado your daily superpower?  Subscribe to our YouTube channel—https://www.youtube.com/@nycfitliving1. Your  body (and brain) will thank you! Visit  nycfitliving.com  to begin your journey toward a deeper understanding and to cultivate genuine happiness and well-being through fitness, mindfulness, and stress management.