From the Cage to the Cosmos: A Journey into Sacred Silence

The Beginning: 31st Jan

The message arrived this morning during meditation, clear and undeniable: Observe Silence. Tripti was surprised, yet she is no stranger to my "divine madness." She has witnessed my life’s radical shifts: leaving a medical career after my MD to take my parents to Munger for Yoga training; the transition to a diet of only fruits and vegetables; the commitment to wearing only white; and the shedding of the watch and distance glasses. Even the cessation of driving in 2009 after those accidents, and my final withdrawal from Neurology in 2022 after SSSIHMS, were all steps toward this moment. My life has been a series of "un-learnings," and this Mauna is the latest, most profound layer.

During meditation, I came to understand the silent communication of the non-manifest world—from stones to plants to animals. This world, though mute, never complains.

Speech, by contrast, is the birthplace of conflict and falsehood. A lie or a fight requires words. Truth itself is distorted or lost entirely when expressed verbally; it is fundamentally inexpressible through language.

The path to self-realization is marked by silence. A self-realized individual becomes an observer, silent like the deep sea, which is still and tranquil compared to the noisy, turbulent shore. Just as the night is quieter than the day, and a forest is less noisy than a polluted city, profound understanding aligns with silence.

Shath Sampati one of the first things is shanti which is not possible without silence. 

I never expected so much peace of mind; the constant pressure to be doing something and that sense of inner restlessness just vanished once I stopped speaking.

The frustration I've observed in my medical career versus the bliss I am experiencing now highlights a beautiful, yet tragic, neurological paradox. It comes down to Agency versus Imprisonment.

I never expected so much peace of mind; the constant pressure to be doing something and that sense of inner restlessness just vanished once I stopped speaking.

The frustration I've observed in my medical career versus the bliss I am experiencing now highlights a beautiful, yet tragic, neurological paradox. It comes down to Agency versus Imprisonment.

This first experience with silence is a revelation. There is no anger, no conflict, only a surge of vibrant energy and a mind finally at rest. I find myself questioning the very nature of human language. It is only we humans who are tethered to speech to communicate. All of nature—the animals, the plants, the Devas, and the unmanifest beings—communicate through symbols, resonance, and dreams.

Could it be that we humans are actually less developed? Is speech perhaps a subtle manifestation of Maya, a net designed to keep us entangled in the cycle of reaction, creating Karma and necessitating rebirth? Words create dualities; silence dissolves them.

I see now that Kali Maa is Prakriti; She is the flow of Narmada Mata, and She is even the manifestation of Shiva, who becomes Prakriti to be known. The Purusha is formless, a silent observer that can do nothing without the agency of Prakriti. It is through Her—through Maa Kali—that this manifestation of silence has become possible. I feel Her hand in this stillness, guiding me away from the "broken bridge" of speech and into the unified heart of the Witness.