LEARNING IS LIFE

A layman can understand how pranic healing function through an analogy human body as a smart smartphone that runs on an invisible battery called prana, or life energy. When you are stressed, sick, or tired, that battery gets drained, and the energy lines get clogged with "digital static." it is meant to be rechached through invisible source once again. As a certified pranic healer, does not use needles or physical touch. Instead, he act like a technician for your energetic blueprint. First, he gently sweep away that stagnant, dirty energy. Then, he channel fresh, clean life force into your chakras. This jumpstarts body's natural power to heal itself much faster, restoring your inner balance and daily vitality. A Google query suggested the following two--minute vital energy awareness exercise to actually feel the energy between one's own hands. Energy Awareness Exercise 1. Press the Centers: Take your right thumb and firmly press the center of your left palm for a few ...

 A SANJHI POEM: FOLK FESTIVAL OF HARYANA The soil is rich, the seeds are sown, The Sanjhi spirit now has grown. We honour earth, the dark and deep, While promises of harvest keep. The feminine, a sacred light, That turns the darkness into bright. In every woman, mother, friend, The powers of the earth ascend. With clay and dung upon the wall, We answer to the season's call. A Sanjhi image, shaped with care, A prayer rising through the air. We sing to her, the life-source root, For golden grain and rich, ripe fruit. To peasants who protect the land, We reach out with a helping hand. Prosperity in heaps of gold, And stories of the spirit told. We dance beneath the open sky, Where ancient faith will never die. From humble earth to spirit’s grace, We bow before the goddess’ face. In every field, in every heart, The cycle makes a brand new start.

  Navaratri festival is here. It has the massage of balancing one’s femininity and masculinity. One needs to dwell on the feminine virtues and evoke them by purifying body and mind during the holy nine nights by meditating on feminine divine. Here are my haiku on the Feminine Divine. Feminine divine Universal soul of love – That creates, sustains life. ~*~  Feminine divine –  She’s symbiotic existence – Our mother, our truth ~*~ Follow path of love.  Exist through love, care and share  For feminine-hood. ~*~  Feminine divine – She simply is, now-n-ever – For enlightenment .

  LIMERICKS ON GEN-Z RISE The leaders called GenZ a fly, And a cockroach they wanted to fry. But they stand for the right, To bring truth into light, And demand that democracy’s nigh.  *** House fly buzzed on king’s royal nose, Then tickled the tips of his toes. hammer  split the air, Missed my wing by a hair, And smashed the king’s face to repose!

  Understanding theology through an acrostic T: Trying to understand the nature of the Divine and the existence H: Holding sacred texts to see how they align with purpose of life E: Exploring deep beliefs from an internal view as it is rather then dictated by the external world O: Organizing doctrines and recovering them until they ring true L: Looking at the belief system from the outside, objective and clear O: Observing how the ancient shaped what we hear and what we are shaped by worldly conditioning G: Guiding our daily ethical steps and the collective choices we make Y: Yielding the wisdom that faith helps us take and live by Reference for inset graphic https://cwoznicki.com/2017/12/08/4500/ In summary Kishore (2026) presents theology as a field of study that breaks down complex religious, spiritual and philosophical ideas into simpler, organized parts that can be easily understood and studied. This approach combines careful academic research with personal reflection, ...

  Deepfakes: Outcomes of a mind shaped by myths and irrationality Old tales were carved in mountain stone, Of gods who sat on golden thrones. We told of beasts and magic light, To haunt the shadows of the night. Then came the books of ink and quill, To bend the mind and shape the will. We loved the lie, the crafted play, To hide the truth of common day. But now the screen begins to glow, With faces that we think we know. A voice that speaks, a shifting eye, A hollow ghost born from a lie. The machine creates a perfect mask, To finish every wicked task. It steals the soul, it steals the name, And bring deepfakes into life- game. We lose the path of what is real, And let the phantom shadows steal The strength to think, the power to see, Lost in a sea of circuitry. The logic fades, the senses blur, In webs of code that masquerade as her. We swallow myths we built in haste, And let our reason go to waste.