As the lunar habitat hummed with a soft, rhythmic pulse of life-support systems, the Verma family sat in a dimly lit meditation chamber, their minds eager yet calm. The revelations from the space mystic had left a profound mark on Dr. Aryan Verma, and now his wife Meera, daughter Avni, and son Ansh had joined him in an extraordinary journey—one that led not outward to the stars, but inward, into the vast cosmos within.
Their first collective meditation session had been tentative, but something magical had happened. As they focused on their chakras, an unspoken harmony emerged between them, weaving their energies together like an unseen celestial tapestry. Day by day, the effects became more tangible, more exhilarating. It was as if they had unlocked an ancient portal within, a gateway into dimensions unseen.
The Dance of Energy: Root to Crown
Aryan structured their practice systematically, guiding each family member through the seven chakras, each attuned to their own resonance. Colored grains, sacred bija mantras, and visualization techniques became their tools, transforming their mundane lunar existence into an experience of profound self-discovery.
At the Muladhara, the root chakra, a deep red glow seemed to emanate from their beings. Ansh, the youngest, was the first to feel it vividly.
“Papa, I feel like I’m sinking into the Moon’s surface!” he exclaimed, eyes still closed. “But it’s… nice, like I’m part of it.”
Aryan smiled. “That’s grounding, son. Stability, security. You’re becoming one with the foundation of existence.”
Meera, initially skeptical, found her doubts dissolving. “It’s strange,” she admitted. “I feel like I can actually sense an invisible energy anchoring me. It’s not just imagination.”
As they moved to Svadhisthana, the sacral chakra, Avni suddenly gasped. “The color orange—it’s not just in my mind. It’s… radiating around me!”
Indeed, the more they meditated, the more they began seeing faint auric hues, subtle yet undeniable. With each session, their senses sharpened, their perception extending beyond the ordinary. The sterile lunar base, once devoid of life’s vibrancy, now felt alive with an unseen force.
By the time they reached Manipura, the solar plexus chakra, their bodies grew noticeably warmer. Ansh giggled, clutching his stomach. “It’s like there’s a tiny Sun inside me!”
Meera opened her eyes, amazed. “How is this possible? We’re just meditating, and yet… I feel an actual fire within, fueling my thoughts, my willpower.”
Aryan nodded. “Because that’s exactly what this chakra represents. Strength, determination. It’s the fire that makes us who we are.”
With Anahata, the heart chakra, emotions surged unexpectedly. One evening, after a particularly deep session, Avni broke down in tears. “I don’t know why I’m crying,” she whispered, wiping her eyes. “But it feels… good. Like my heart just opened.”
Meera, too, felt an overwhelming wave of warmth, a love beyond words. “I understand now. Love is not just emotion. It’s energy. It has weight, movement, color. It’s real.”
At Vishuddha, the throat chakra, their voices changed. It was subtle at first, but soon undeniable—words carried new power. Ansh, usually reserved, found himself expressing thoughts he had never articulated before.
“I always wanted to talk about space like Papa does,” he admitted one evening. “But I was scared I’d sound stupid. Now… I feel like my words matter.”
Meera and Avni also noticed a shift. Conversations became deeper, richer. The family felt more connected than ever before.
Ajna, the third eye chakra, was where reality itself seemed to bend. Their meditations grew immersive, filled with visions not of imagination, but something beyond. Avni described seeing fractals of light, shifting like sentient constellations. Meera felt as though she could sense thoughts before they were spoken. Ansh, with childlike innocence, simply stated, “I see the Moon glowing blue, but only when my eyes are closed.”
And then came Sahasrara, the crown chakra. The true test.
The Threshold of Bliss
One fateful evening, as the family meditated in unison, something extraordinary occurred. A collective vibration coursed through them, as though their energies had synchronized to a singular frequency. The familiar sense of self began dissolving. Their awareness expanded—not just outward, but inwards, stretching into an infinite expanse where time and space held no dominion.
Meera suddenly whispered, “Aryan, I… I feel like I’m floating. But my body’s still here.”
Avni’s voice was distant, awed. “I think… I understand what the mystic meant. The universe isn’t out there. It’s in here. We carry it. We are it.”
Ansh giggled, his laughter carrying a strange echo. “I’m everywhere! I’m the stars and the Moon and… everything!”
For a brief, immeasurable moment, the family existed in pure awareness—a state eerily close to savikalpa samadhi. It was not the final stage, not the enlightenment of saints, but it was a glimpse. A taste of something far greater than any of them had imagined possible.
As the experience faded and their normal senses returned, they opened their eyes, staring at one another in disbelief. Meera, the ever-logical one, was the first to break the silence.
“Aryan,” she whispered. “What… just happened to us?”
Aryan exhaled, still feeling the afterglow of the experience. “We touched something ancient, something eternal. And this… is just the beginning.”
A New Way of Life
From that day on, meditation was no longer just a practice—it was a way of life. The family naturally gravitated toward their sessions, each drawn to the bliss, the clarity, the peace it brought. They experimented with different meditation objects, each choosing a symbol that resonated most deeply with their being—Meera, a glowing lotus; Avni, a celestial wheel; Ansh, a tiny pulsating star.
Their understanding deepened, but they also knew the path was long. The final awakening, the true transcendence, would require more than just fleeting glimpses. It would demand patience, devotion, surrender. And so, they embraced the journey, letting it unfold at its own divine pace.
On the barren Moon, where silence stretched for eternity, the Verma family had discovered a symphony—the soundless, luminous music of the cosmos within.
They had ventured beyond Earth, beyond space, and now, beyond the self. And as they meditated beneath the eternal gaze of the stars, one truth became undeniable:
The real voyage was never about reaching the Moon. It was about discovering the infinite universe within.
Demystifying Kundalini 