Wednesday, 24 June 2026

The Hypocrisy of Compassion: A Question That Disturbed Me!

Recently, I came across several disturbing videos showing how animals are slaughtered before eventually appearing on the plates of humans as food.

One particular video showed baby goats being roasted whole. Another showed animal brains being prepared as delicacies. I have also seen videos of sea creatures being cooked alive because it is believed to preserve the taste and texture of the meat.

As I watched these scenes, I felt a deep discomfort—not because I wished to judge those who eat meat, but because I found myself asking questions that I could not easily answer.

Around the same time, I was reading discussions online surrounding the much-publicized and controversial Epstein files and the many rumours, allegations, and speculations that have circulated around them. While much of this information remains unverified and should therefore be approached with caution, one recurring theme in these discussions was the universal horror people expressed at the thought of vulnerable human beings and human babies being exploited, harmed, or sacrificed for rituals.

That reaction is natural.

Any compassionate human being would be horrified.

Yet this led me to a troubling philosophical question:

Why do we instinctively recognize the suffering of our own species while often remaining indifferent to the suffering of other sentient beings?

If another species possessed greater intelligence, greater power, and greater technological advancement than humanity, and if they bred and farmed humans the way we farm animals, what moral argument would we make against them?

Suppose they bred human infants for consumption.

Suppose they slaughtered humans because they enjoyed the taste of human flesh.

Suppose they harvested human organs, brains, and bones as culinary delicacies.

Would we not call this barbaric?

Would we not demand justice?

Would we not insist that our lives have value beyond their utility?

The uncomfortable reality is that many of the arguments we would make on behalf of ourselves are precisely the arguments animal advocates make on behalf of animals today.

This is not an accusation.

It is a question.

A question worth reflecting upon.

Human beings often describe themselves as compassionate, civilized, and morally evolved. We campaign for justice, speak about human rights, and condemn cruelty wherever we see it.

Yet billions of animals live and die each year within confined and secretive systems that exist primarily to satisfy human appetite.

Many of these creatures experience fear.

Many attempt to escape death.

Many cry out when separated from their young.

Many display emotional bonds with their families.

Science increasingly recognizes that numerous animal species possess complex emotional lives, social structures, memory, and the capacity to suffer.

If suffering matters, should it only matter when humans experience it?

Another thought crossed my mind.

Imagine the terror an animal feels in the final moments before their planned slaughter.

The confusion.

The panic.

The desperate instinct to survive.

Every living being clings to life.

Whether human, goat, lamb, cow, pig, chicken, sheep, fish, or pig, the desire to live appears universal.

No creature willingly walks toward death.

As I reflected on this, I found myself wondering about something that many spiritual traditions have contemplated for centuries.

What happens to the emotional and energetic state of a being at the moment it realizes its life is about to be forcibly ended with extreme violence?

An animal awaiting slaughter is not experiencing peace, gratitude, or serenity.

It is experiencing fear, turmoil, confusion.

It is experiencing distress.

It is experiencing the primal terror of a life that senses its imminent end.

For those who believe that all life is interconnected through subtle energies, consciousness, or vibrations, an important question arises:

"When we consume the flesh of a creature that spent its final moments in fear, distress, and resistance to death, are we consuming only its physical body, or might we also be absorbing the consequences of the conditions under which that life ended and willingly inviting traces of that energies of deep suffering into our own system?"

Ancient sages, yogis, monks, and mystics across many traditions often taught that food carries more than nutrients. It carries the energetic imprint of the conditions under which it was produced.

A meal prepared with love feels different from one prepared in anger.

A peaceful environment affects us differently from a hostile one.

If this is true, then it is worth contemplating whether the fear, stress, and anguish experienced by animals before slaughter leave an imprint upon the very tissues that are later consumed.

Whether one interprets this spiritually, energetically, or psychologically, the question remains profound.

What kind of consciousness are we nourishing within ourselves?

What kind of energies are we inviting into our bodies?

And what effect might this have, not only on our physical health, but on our emotional, mental, and spiritual well-being?

Perhaps this is one reason why so many spiritual traditions dedicated to liberation, inner peace, compassion, and self-realization encourage a diet rooted in non-violence.

The principle is not merely dietary.

It is philosophical.

It is energetic.

It is an invitation to cultivate a way of living that minimizes suffering, both within ourselves and within the world around us.

It asks us to expand our circle of compassion beyond our own species.

It challenges us to consider whether strength should be used to dominate the vulnerable or to protect them.

It asks whether justice can truly exist if the rights to justice applies only to those who resemble us.

I do not write these thoughts to condemn anyone.

Most of us inherit our dietary habits from family, culture, geography, and tradition.

Many good, kind, and compassionate people consume animal products without ever intentionally reflecting on the ethical implications.

I was no different.

But sometimes a single question can change the way we see the world.

For me, that question is this:

"If I would consider it monstrous for a more powerful species to treat human beings the way humanity treats animals, what does that reveal about my own relationship with the beings who share this planet with me?"

Perhaps each of us must answer that question for ourselves.

The purpose of this reflection is not guilt.

It is awareness.

Because every meaningful transformation begins when we become willing to see what we previously preferred not to see.

And perhaps true compassion begins the moment we recognize that the desire to live is not uniquely human—it is the silent prayer of every creature that breathes.

I am sure there will be many advocates of the familiar argument:

"Lions eat buffaloes. Snakes eat rats. Bigger animals prey upon smaller animals. It is nature."

This is true.

Predation exists throughout nature.

A lion does not commit a moral crime by hunting a buffalo.

A snake does not sin by eating a rat.

A hawk does not accumulate bad karma for catching a mouse.

Why?

Because they are acting according to their biological design.

They are driven primarily by instinct and survival.

But human beings often claim to be something more.

We call ourselves civilized.

We establish courts of law.

We create law and constitutions.

We debate ethics.

We speak of justice, compassion, human rights, and morality.

How many courts of lions do we know of?

How many parliaments of hyenas?

How many snakes are discussing ethical treatment of prey?

How many tigers are campaigning for justice?

The point is not to ridicule animals.

The point is that animals are not claiming moral or intellectual superiority.

Humans are.

Animals do not write books on compassion.

Humans do.

Animals do not preach non-violence.

Humans do.

Animals do not hold conferences on ethics.

Humans do.

Animals do not speak of enlightenment, liberation, consciousness, or spiritual evolution.

Humans do.

Therefore, when we justify our actions solely by pointing to what happens in the wild, we must ask ourselves a difficult question:

"If the behaviour of wild animals is sufficient justification for human conduct, then should we also justify territorial violence, infanticide, forced mating, abandonment of the weak, survival of the fittest and countless other instinctive behaviours found throughout animals in nature?"

Most of us would say no.

We selectively appeal to nature only when it supports our preferences.

The deeper question is not:

"What does a lion do?"

The deeper question is:

"What is the most compassionate choice available to me?"

For a lion, hunting may be the only available choice.

For many humans, it is not.

A lion does not have access to agriculture.

A lion does not have supermarkets.

A lion does not have nutritional science.

A lion does not have the privilege of choice.

Many of us do.

And perhaps that is where responsibility begins.

The spiritual traditions that advocate non-violence are not asking us to behave like animals.

They are asking us to rise above instinct wherever possible.

Not because animals are wrong for being animals.

But because only Humans have the unique capacity to consciously choose compassion over necessity, mercy over power, and awareness over habit. For those who seek higher consciousness, that distinction may be worth contemplating.

AND perhaps this is precisely why so many ancient spiritual traditions regard human birth as a rare blessing rather than merely just another biological event.

In many Hindu traditions, the human birth is described as difficult to attain and easy to squander, because it is one of the few states of existence in which a being can consciously choose the direction of its own evolution - towards light or towards darkness!

In several traditions, there exists the concept of 84 lakh yonis — the idea that the soul journeys through countless forms of physical / etherical existence before attaining a human birth. Whether one interprets this literally, symbolically, or spiritually, the underlying message remains profound:

Human life is precious because it offers something that few other forms of life can fully exercise — conscious choice.

A lion follows instinct.

A snake follows instinct.

A hawk follows instinct.

Any animal follows instinct.

But a human being possesses the remarkable ability to pause, reflect, communicate, record data, analyse, question, derive results and choose.

We can examine our desires rather than merely obey them.

We can challenge inherited habits rather than blindly continue them.

We can choose compassion even when power permits us otherwise.

Not because humans are superior to other creatures.

But because humans possess the unique opportunity to consciously evolve.

The lion is not striving for enlightenment.

The lion is not studying compassion.

The lion is not praying for liberation.

The lion is not asking moral questions.

Human beings are.

That is why traditions such as Jainism, many schools of Hinduism, Buddhism, and certain mystical traditions place such emphasis on ahimsa (non-violence). The question is not whether killing exists in nature. The question is whether a person consciously seeking spiritual evolution wishes to participate in avoidable harm when other alternatives do exist. 

Jainism places ahimsa—non-violence—at the very centre of spiritual life.

Buddhist teachings encourage compassion for all sentient beings and recognition of our interconnectedness.

Many Hindu scriptures remind us that the highest purpose of human life is not merely survival, pleasure, or accumulation, but self-realization and liberation.

If these traditions are correct, then the true significance of being human lies not in our intelligence, wealth, technology, or dominance over nature.

It lies in our ability to choose.

Every day, in countless small ways, we are given opportunities to decide whether we will act from instinct or awareness, from habit or consciousness, from power or compassion.

Perhaps that is the real test of human birth.

Not whether we can dominate other forms of life.

But whether we can transcend the impulses that make domination seem necessary.

And perhaps that is why the sages considered human birth so auspicious—not because it guarantees enlightenment, but because it offers the possibility of it.


Another common argument is that predators maintain ecological balance:

"But Animals Are Needed To Be Killed For Ecological Balance"

Again, this is true.

Predators play a crucial role in natural ecosystems.

However, most modern meat consumption does not come from wild ecosystems.

The chicken, goat, sheep, pig, and cow on a dinner plate were usually not hunted by predators to maintain ecological balance.

They were intentionally bred, confined, traded, transported, and slaughtered cruelly just to satisfy human demand.

The ecological role of a lion hunting a buffalo in the wild is very different from industrially breeding billions of animals for daily consumption.

These are separate questions.

One concerns nature and instincts out of no other choice.

The other concerns a conscious human choice made in a world where alternatives may be available!


Another concern that is frequently raised is this:

"If everyone became vegetarian, would there not be a shortage of food? Would humanity not face food scarcity?"

At first glance, this appears to be a reasonable question.

However, it may not be as simple as it seems.

Many people assume that animals somehow produce food for us.

In reality, most farm animals consume enormous quantities of food, water, land, and resources throughout their lives before eventually becoming food themselves.

The grains, soybeans, corn, and other crops grown to feed billions of chickens, pigs, sheep, and cattle do not appear out of thin air.

They are cultivated using vast tracts of agricultural land.

This raises an interesting question:

"How much plant-based food is currently being grown to feed animals rather than directly feeding humans?"

Whether one examines the issue from an ethical, environmental, or economic perspective, it becomes clear that modern food systems are far more complex than simply "vegetables versus meat."

The debate is not merely about how much food is produced.

It is also about how efficiently resources are used.

Agriculture, economics, livelihoods, geography, and cultural traditions all play important roles.

But the existence of practical challenges does not necessarily invalidate the ethical question.

The deeper question remains:

If a more compassionate path is available, should its difficulty alone prevent us from exploring it?

For me, this reflection is not primarily about economics, environmental statistics, or agricultural policy.

It is about consciousness.

It is about examining whether our choices align with our values.


A Note About the Videos Shared Below

At the end of this article, I have included several videos depicting practices that many may find disturbing.

These include videos showing baby goats being roasted whole, chickens been skinned alive, animal brains being prepared as delicacies, insects being fried alive, baby octopuses and crabs being boiled alive and others

I have deliberately placed these videos at the very end of the article so that readers may choose for themselves whether or not to view them.

Many sensitive individuals may prefer not to watch such scenes, and I completely respect that choice.

The purpose of sharing these videos is not to shock, condemn, or traumatize anyone.

Rather, it is to allow those who are willing to witness the reality behind certain forms of consumption to make a more informed and conscious assessment for themselves.

After all, if we are comfortable eating something, perhaps we should also be willing to understand the process by which it arrived on our plate.

As I reflected upon these images and videos, a question arose within me — one that I continue to contemplate.

Human beings often assume that because we possess greater intelligence, technology, and power than many other species, we are justified in breeding, confining, slaughtering, and consuming them for our purposes, whether for taste, convenience, tradition, or profit.

But what if there existed a species more intelligent, more powerful, and more technologically advanced than humanity?

What if they viewed humans as their prized livestock, just the way many humans view their livestock?

What if they bred us, harvested us, and consumed us because we served some purpose for them?

Would we consider their actions justified simply because they were more powerful?

Or would we argue that intelligence and power do not automatically confer moral authority and rather plead for compassion, mercy, and recognition of our right to live?

I do not ask this question because I believe such beings exist, nor because I claim to know the answers.

I ask it because sometimes the clearest way to understand our treatment of others is to imagine ourselves in their shoes and in their position.

HERE I would invite you to try a simple thought experiment with complete neutrality at baseline.

Imagine, for a moment, that the being on the chopping board was not merely an anonymous animal but someone you deeply loved.

Imagine it was the soul of a beloved child, spouse, sibling, parent or friend who, according to the doctrines of reincarnation embraced by many spiritual traditions, had returned in another form of life on earth from the 84 lakh yonis [Can Refer Jataka Stories of Lord Buddha].

Can any of us say with certainty that the soul inhabiting that goat, cow, sheep, chicken, fish, or pig or any animal and or bird is somehow less ancient, less sacred, or less connected to the Divine than our own?

If the soul's journey truly extends across countless lifetimes and forms, as many traditions teach, then the creature standing before us may not be as separate from us as we imagine.

The eyes looking back at us may belong to a consciousness that has known joy, fear, love, attachment, loss, and the longing to live—just as we have.

Now take the thought a step further.

Imagine that it was the child whose laughter fills your home.

Imagine that it was your mother, your father, your partner, or your closest friend.

Imagine their body being reduced to ingredients, their organs treated as delicacies, and their life regarded merely as a means of satisfying another being's appetite, curiosity, or culinary preference.

Most of us instinctively recoil from such a thought.

Why?

Because the moment we emotionally identify with the victim, compassion awakens.

The distance disappears.

The abstraction vanishes.

Suddenly, what was once "food" becomes a life.

A relationship.

A story.

A consciousness that wanted to continue existing.

Perhaps this is the deepest challenge posed by the doctrine of reincarnation.

If every being is a soul on its own evolutionary journey, then the boundary between "us" and "them" may be far thinner than we imagine.

Would our choices change if we genuinely believed that every living being carried a soul progressing through the great cycle of existence?

Would we view animals differently if we saw them not as commodities, products, or ingredients, but as fellow travellers sharing this vast cosmic journey alongside us?

I do not claim to know the answer.

I merely find it a question worth contemplating.

For I am not suggesting that animals and humans are identical in every respect.

I am only asking whether empathy and justice are truly universal principles if they apply only to those who look like us, think like us, and belong to our own species.

Perhaps empathy begins when we stop asking what rights our strength gives us over the weak and start asking what justice would require if we ourselves stood in their place.

For me, that is the deeper question underlying this entire reflection.

Before I conclude, I wish to clarify something important.

I do not write these thoughts to condemn anyone, criticize anyone's dietary choices, or claim moral superiority over those who think and do things differently.

Every individual is on their own unique journey, shaped by their upbringing, culture, experiences, beliefs, and level of awareness. 

I respect that.

This reflection is intended primarily for those who are consciously exploring questions of energy, consciousness, karma, compassion, and spiritual evolution. 

It is for those who seek not only physical nourishment but also a deeper understanding of how their choices may influence their inner world.

Perhaps compassion begins when we recognize that the desire to live, the fear of death, and the wish to avoid suffering are experiences shared by far more beings than just our own selves.

Perhaps the greatest question is not whether animals deserve compassion. Most people would agree that unnecessary cruelty is wrong.

The deeper question is whether our spiritual evolution is measured by how we treat those who are equal to us, or by how we treat those over whom we hold power.

Compassion toward those who can help us is easy.

Compassion toward those who cannot resist or fight against us, is the true test of character.

I am not asking anyone to blindly accept my perspective.

In fact, I would encourage the opposite.

Question it.

Reflect upon it.

Contemplate it.

Keep what resonates with your heart and your experience, and leave behind what does not.

But at least allow yourself the opportunity to ponder these questions.

What is the true cost of satisfying a craving?

What responsibility accompanies our position as the dominant species on this planet?

What effect do our daily choices have upon our own consciousness?

And if spiritual growth is ultimately about expanding our circle of compassion, where does that journey eventually lead us?

I do not claim to possess all the answers.

I am merely sharing questions that arose within me and the reflections that followed.

Perhaps the purpose of this article is not to change anyone's mind.

Perhaps its purpose is simply to plant a seed.

A seed of awareness.

A seed of compassion.

A seed of inquiry.

And if that seed inspires even one person to pause, reflect, and become more conscious of the interconnectedness of all life, then these thoughts have served their purpose.

But if this reflection has stirred even a single question within you, allow that question to live. 

For every transformation begins not with an answer, but with the courage to honestly examine what we have long taken for granted.

AND never stop seeking truth.

Take what resonates. 

Leave the rest. 

Forever a Humble Seeker of Truth & Divine,

Meraki Pegasus,

Dr Racchana D Fadia


The following videos contain graphic and potentially disturbing footage depicting the treatment, slaughter, preparation, and consumption of various animals.

Viewer discretion is strongly advised.

If you are particularly sensitive to scenes involving animal suffering, violence, or death, you may wish to avoid watching them.

I am sharing these videos not to shock, condemn, or traumatize anyone, but to provide an opportunity for those who wish to understand the realities behind certain food practices and to make their own informed reflections.

Please proceed only if you feel comfortable doing so.







    
                                                                                        






When the Universe Sends a Teacher in the Divine Perfect Time!

A few days ago, I found myself caught in a series of heated discussions on a local community WhatsApp group.

What began as a discussion about housing society management soon turned into arguments, accusations, counter-arguments, and endless attempts to defend positions. I believed I was exposing wrongdoing and presenting facts. Others disagreed, challenged my views, and defended people whose actions I had questioned.

As the discussion escalated, I felt compelled to respond.

Every allegation invited a rebuttal.

Every criticism invited further evidence.

Every misunderstanding demanded clarification.

At least, that is what I believed at the time.

Yet with each message I typed, something far more valuable was slipping away.


My peace.


The strange thing about conflict is that even when we believe we are standing for truth, we can become trapped in a cycle where our energy is consumed by the need to be understood, validated, or proven right.

After hours of exchanges, I noticed something within myself.

I was angry.

Frustrated.

Mentally exhausted.

The discussion was occupying my mind far more than it deserved.

And then something remarkable happened.

As has occurred many times throughout my life, the Universe sent a lesson precisely when I needed it.

While browsing YouTube, a video unexpectedly appeared in my recommendations:

"How Intelligent People Deal with Stupid People" – Shi Heng Yi Wisdom.



I clicked on it.

As I listened, I realized that the video was not really about intelligence or stupidity at all.

It was about self-mastery.

It was about recognizing that not every argument deserves our participation.

Not every misunderstanding requires correction.

Not every attack requires a defence.

And not every person is ready to receive the truth we believe we are offering.

The greatest realization came when I understood that the real battle was no longer taking place in the WhatsApp group.

The battle was taking place within me.

Would I allow the behaviour of others to determine my state of mind?

Would I surrender my peace simply because others disagreed with me?

Would I become the very thing I was criticizing?

In that moment, I felt as though the Universe had sent a teacher

 Not a teacher in human form.

Not through a book.

Not through a spiritual discourse.

But through a perfectly timed video recommendation.

Some may call it coincidence.

I call it guidance.

Throughout my life, I have noticed that whenever I drift away from my centre, life gently nudges me back.

Sometimes through a conversation.

Sometimes through a stranger.

Sometimes through a synchronicity.

Sometimes through a forgotten memory.

And sometimes through a YouTube video that appears at exactly the right moment.

The lesson I received was simple:

Truth does not become stronger because I argue more.

Peace does not become deeper because I win debates.

Wisdom is not measured by how many people I convince.

There are times when the highest form of intelligence is to speak.

And there are times when the highest form of intelligence is to remain silent and protect one's inner peace.

Looking back, I am grateful for the experience.

Not because of the arguments.

Not because of the conflict.

But because it reminded me that the Universe continues to guide me whenever I lose my way.

Like a loving teacher correcting a student's course, it gently reminds me of who I am striving to become.

And for that lesson, I remain deeply grateful.

The older I grow, the more I realize that spiritual growth is not about never making mistakes.

It is about recognizing them quickly when the Universe lovingly points them out.

And then having the humility to learn

Saturday, 20 June 2026

The Universe's Gentle Wink: Finding Hope in Everyday Miracles!

There are moments in life that would seem insignificant to an outside observer, yet they leave an imprint on our hearts that lasts forever.

For me, one such moment unfolded over the last two days.

Yesterday, while standing at a bhelpuri stall near Bombay High Court, I ordered two sev puris and one sukha bhel (I love streetfood ;)). When I asked the vendor for the bill amount, he replied in Hindi, "Ek Sau Das" — meaning one hundred and ten rupees.

I instinctively opened Google Pay to scan his QR code. As I glanced at my phone screen, I noticed something that made me smile.

The time was exactly 1:10 on my phone screen.


I paid exactly Rs 110 and by the time this payment transaction was over, it was 1:11pm and for me 111 represents my beloved Ancestors 



A simple coincidence, perhaps.

Yet life has taught me that sometimes the smallest moments carry the greatest messages.

I smiled, paid the vendor, and continued with my day.

Little did I know that the Universe was not finished with its playful conversation.

The very next day, that is, today on 20th June, while watching a spiritual message about love, guidance, and divine timing, I happened to notice the clock on my screen once again.

The time was exactly 1:10





Moments later, as the speaker spoke about Spirit Guides helping orchestrate meaningful encounters and relationships, the clock changed to 1:11... Wohooooo - My Spirit Guides , My Papa, My Ancestors!!!


Again, many people may call this coincidence.

And perhaps it is.

But what matters is not whether a miracle can be measured, explained, or scientifically verified.

What matters is how these moments make us feel.

For me, they felt like gentle reminders that life is far more mysterious and beautiful than we often allow ourselves to believe.

We live in a world that constantly encourages cynicism. We are taught to question everything, doubt everything, and dismiss anything that is not visible to our eyes or that cannot be placed under a microscope.

While critical thinking is important, there is a danger in allowing absolute skepticism to get the better of our hearts and instead turn to bitterness through chain reactions of other's behaviours.

Bitterness closes the heart.

Wonder opens it.

As children, we naturally lived in a state of wonder. We spoke to the stars. We searched for shapes in the clouds. We believed life was filled with magic.

Then adulthood arrived.

The world told us to grow up.

To stop believing.

To become practical.

To stop noticing.

Yet I have found that some of the happiest people are not those who have all the answers. They are the ones who never lost their capacity for wonder.

Whether these moments are messages from ancestors, whispers from spirit guides, divine synchronicities, or simply beautiful coincidences is a matter of how once perceives them personally! For me, they are my cheerleaders!!!

And What matters is the feeling they leave behind.

A feeling that I am not alone.

A feeling that life is listening.

A feeling that there is an intelligence, a love, or a benevolent presence over and above all those things and beings that may be trying to suck your energy and trying to convert you into something you are not....that the Divine is woven into each and every thread of our breath and creates the fabric of existence.

These experiences and miracles may not solve every problem right away.

They may not remove every challenge instantaneously.

But they often arrive exactly when our energy is low, when our spirits need lifting, and when we need a reason to smile again.

Over the years, I have noticed this pattern repeatedly.

Just when external events threaten to drain my enthusiasm, life presents a small miracle.

A meaningful coincidence.

An unexpected sign.

A perfectly timed conversation.

A forgotten prayer answered.

A number.

A song.

A stranger.

A memory.

A divine reminder to raise own vibrations.

A reminder to rest and surrender!

Something arrives to remind me that the story is larger than my current sight and current circumstances.

And perhaps that IS the true miracle.

Not the number.

Not the coincidence.

Not even the synchronicity itself.

The real miracle is the restoration of hope.

If future generations ever read these words, I hope they remember this:

Never allow the world to convince you that cynicism and skepticism is wisdom!

Never allow disappointment to rob you of your sense of wonder and childlike enthusiasm!

Never become so educated that you can no longer be amazed by the twinkling stars in night skies!

The universe speaks differently to every person. 

Some hear it through prayer. 

Some feel through nature. 

Some know through dreams. 

Some gather through synchronicities.

However it speaks to you, listen.

Be present in the now, and be aware to listen!

Life becomes infinitely richer when you remain open to mystery.

Today, my heart is filled with gratitude that after nerve testing days in past few days, the Universe again winked at me to just let go!

Gratitude for the small moments.

Gratitude for the unseen blessings.

Gratitude for the countless ways the Almighty Creator reminds us that we are heard, that we are seen and that we are loved.

And gratitude for those gentle winks from the Universe that arrive precisely when we need them most.

Thank you, Mother Gaia and Father Universe.

Thankyou my Divine Parents.

Thank you for never ceasing to surprise me.

Thank you for reminding me that wonder is still alive.

And thank you for the countless miracles—both seen and unseen—that continue to illuminate this extraordinary journey called life.

Forever A Seeker of Truth & Divine 

Meraki Pegasus 

Dr Racchana D Fadia 

Tuesday, 2 June 2026

Mother Universe: When the Mother Remembers What Her Child Forgets!

Recently, I experienced yet another beautiful reminder of this divine guidance.

On 14 January 2026, I wrote about the miraculous synchronicities and meaningful coincidences that have guided me throughout my life, especially during periods that tested my faith, patience, and resilience. Looking back, I can see countless moments when an unseen hand seemed to gently guide me forward, revealing exactly what I needed to know at exactly the right time.


https://drracchanadfadia.blogspot.com/2026/01/a-pin-drop-of-faith-in-ongoing-story-of.html


While watching that YouTube Short by psychic Barb in my above experience, I heard her mention three unfamiliar names: Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego

She briefly referred to them as individuals who had passed through a blazing fiery furnace and emerged completely unscathed and unharmed. The names caught my attention immediately because I had never heard them before. I was curious and wanted to know more about their story.

Yet, as often happens in our busy lives, I never got around to searching for them. The intention to know about them was there, but the moment passed. Days turned into weeks, and eventually I forgot all about it.

Or at least, I thought I had.

Today, quite unexpectedly, details about Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego found their way to me without any conscious effort on my part. It felt as though the Universe had gently placed the answer before me, long after I had forgotten the question.

In that moment, a beautiful realization emerged:

We may forget our wishes, our questions, and our curiosities—but Mother Universe does not.

How many times have we desired to learn something, hoped for an answer, whispered a prayer, or held a dream in our hearts, only to forget about it as life carried us elsewhere? Yet somehow, at the perfect moment, the answer arrives. The opportunity appears. The lesson reveals itself.

It is as if Mother Universe lovingly keeps a record of every sincere desire of her children.

Just as a loving mother remembers the smallest wishes of her child—even those the child has long forgotten—Mother Universe seems to do the same. A child may casually express a desire and move on, but the mother remembers. Then one day, she surprises the child with a gift, revealing that she had been listening all along.

The gift becomes meaningful not merely because it was received, but because it reminds the child that they were heard, remembered, and loved.

Perhaps synchronicities are Mother Universe's surprise gifts.

Perhaps every heartfelt wish, every genuine curiosity, every silent prayer is lovingly stored within her infinite consciousness. While we continue with our lives, she quietly arranges circumstances, orchestrates encounters, and aligns events until the perfect moment arrives.

When I unexpectedly learned about Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego today, it was not simply the discovery of a biblical story. It was a reminder of something much deeper:

Mother Universe remembers what her children forget.

She remembers the questions we no longer ask.

She remembers the dreams we have stopped thinking about.

She remembers the prayers we whispered in moments of vulnerability.

And in her own perfect timing, she often answers them in ways that leave us astonished.

These experiences strengthen my faith in the unseen intelligence that lovingly guides our lives. They remind me that we are never navigating this journey alone. Behind the apparent randomness of life, there exists a divine order, a sacred memory, and a boundless maternal love that continually supports our growth.

Today, I am grateful not only for the answer that found me, but for the lesson hidden within it:

When the child forgets, the Mother remembers.

And perhaps that is one of the most comforting truths of all.

Mother Universe & Mother Gaia never stops listening. Never stops remembering. And never stops finding beautiful ways to remind her children that they are loved. 

Forever A Humble Seeker of Truth & Divine

Dr Racchana D Fadia

Meraki Pegasus

ॐ✝🕌🕎🦄

Wednesday, 13 May 2026

The Invisible Hand Over My Head Since I Incarnated!

I sometimes get amazed at how I receive divinely timed messages exactly at the moments when those very things are either coming to pass or are already unfolding before my eyes.

Every word this Psychic speaks feels like she is narrating my life story. I have experienced everything she said. In fact, as a child, I didn’t even understand many of the things happening around me. But now, when I look back retrospectively at my life, I can clearly see how every single event transpired and why it unfolded the way it did.

And yes, when she said — “You are carrying what’s not yours to carry, and you are fighting battles that do not belong to you” — it resonated with me so deeply because it has been literally true in my life.

I was dragged into battles that were never mine to begin with. Those who were actually supposed to fight them stood at a distance, watching me struggle to survive, and at times even applauded while I appeared to drown. Yet, I still chose to walk through the fire, even when I knew I might have to walk through it alone in this material 3D realm.

The only thing that kept me going was my unflinching Faith in the Supreme.

I survived seasons of betrayals, torture, manipulations, envy, ill will, and hatred thrown across my path in ways I had no idea how to handle — only and only because of Divine Intervention at every step.

And so yes, I completely understand what this lovely Psychic says when she speaks about never truly being alone — because I too have felt that an entire army of Spiritual Warriors has always guarded and guided me into safety.

I remember once being asked by a powerful officer, “Don’t you feel scared fighting such battles?”

And I told him how I have always felt an invisible hand over my head. The hands of my Gurus and Divine Beings have never let me down — even in moments when I cried tears no one saw, when I felt fear deeply, yet still chose to take leaps of faith and make the choices I felt divinely guided towards.

Today, I am simply grateful to be a humble servant of the Divine. Grateful that God always reminded me of who I truly am. Grateful that I was never allowed to go stray or to lose myself, even when circumstances made it so easy to choose shortcuts leading towards malafide victories by becoming someone I am not — bitter, manipulative, cruel, vindictive, envious, destructive, egotistical, or unkind.

And last night again, I received another message that  mentioned these words — “God is with you.”

The moment I heard those words, I was instantly taken back to a memory from years ago, when someone I deeply loved once left me standing in the middle of the storms  saying those exact same words — “God is with you.”

Back then, those words were spoken almost as an escape from the commitment of togetherness… as if human presence could be replaced by spiritual consolation. And perhaps at that moment, I felt extremely hurt and abandoned more than comforted.

But today, after everything life has shown me, I realise that it all ultimately comes down to this one Eternal truth — that everything which came at me first had to face HIM before it could ever reach me.

And maybe that is why, despite all odds, despite every storm, every betrayal, every attempt to break my spine, something beyond human understanding always carried me through the tides lashing against my soul! 

Time and again, I was gently led back by that Divine Power towards being my authentic self, towards continuing safely on my path without turning bitter, hardened, or into a stone-hearted person 💜. Simply because HE walked before me in every situation and kept revealing HIS presence through countless synchronicities — signs that almost shouted aloud that HE was always walking beside me.

And perhaps that is why, in so many ways, the Universe keeps reminding me how proud they are that I trusted the process and never allowed Fear or Doubt to overpower my Faith during the Darkest Night of The Soul phase of my life!.

Thank You, Divine, for guiding every step and every breath of mine that I have surrendered to You.

Forever a Seeker of Truth & the Divine,

Meraki Pegasus

Dr Racchana D Fadia