Dr. Aryan Verma sat by the large window of his lunar habitat, gazing at the vast stretch of silver dust bathed in eternal twilight. The stillness of the Moon contrasted sharply with the bustling economic projects that had begun taking shape around their settlement. Mining operations hummed in the distance, robotic arms tirelessly extracting lunar minerals, while massive greenhouse domes glowed faintly under the artificial spectrum of simulated sunlight.
Meera walked up behind him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You seem lost in thought, Aryan.”
He smiled, covering her hand with his. “Just observing the paradox we’ve created, Meera. Economic growth has reached even the Moon. But I wonder, are we losing something vital in the process? Tranquility, perhaps?”
She sat down beside him. “You mean the peace we felt when we first came here? The untouched silence, the almost meditative stillness?”
“Exactly.” He nodded. “There was a time when our minds were free to explore the inner universe, where our days were filled with awe, not numbers and statistics. But now—” He gestured at the domes beyond. “—it’s all about efficiency, productivity, expansion.”
A soft chime interrupted their conversation. The holo-communicator flickered, and Avni’s voice came through. “Dad, you should see this. There’s something strange happening near the mining site.”
The urgency in her tone sent a shiver down Aryan’s spine. Within moments, he and Meera were suited up and heading out with Avni and Ansh towards the excavation zone.
As they approached, they saw a group of workers standing around a peculiar structure that had emerged from the excavation site. It wasn’t a natural rock formation—it was an ancient, geometric structure, almost crystalline, pulsating with an eerie blue light.
“This… isn’t human-made,” Aryan whispered, feeling the weight of discovery pressing upon his mind.
Ansh, wide-eyed, moved closer. “Do you think it belonged to an ancient civilization? Something that lived here before us?”
Avni examined the structure with her scanner. “No known composition matches this material. It’s neither metal nor stone as we know it. It’s… something else.”
A sudden gust of invisible force emanated from the structure, and for a fleeting moment, Aryan felt his mind pulled into a vortex of light. Visions flickered before him—tall, ethereal beings walking under a moonlit sky, surrounded by luminous energy fields. Their civilization thrived not on conquest or industry but on a deep connection to the cosmos itself.
And then, just as suddenly, he was back. He staggered, gasping.
Meera caught him. “Aryan, what happened?”
He gripped her hand, his pulse racing. “I saw them… The ones who were here before us. They weren’t driven by material growth like we are. They lived in harmony with the universe itself.”
The words hung in the air, resonating deeply with each of them. They had come to the Moon seeking progress, but in their relentless pursuit, had they overlooked the very essence of existence?
As they stood in contemplative silence, the ground beneath them vibrated faintly. The structure’s glow intensified, and a wave of warmth enveloped them, filling them with an inexplicable sense of peace. It was as if the Moon itself was whispering an ancient truth: Growth without harmony is chaos, but balance births eternity.
Ansh, always the curious one, reached out, his fingers barely grazing the crystalline surface. A deep hum reverberated through their suits, and for a split second, they felt weightless, as if they were no longer bound by gravity or time.
Avni’s voice quivered with awe. “Dad… this is more than just a relic. It’s a message. A reminder.”
Aryan met his daughter’s gaze, his heart swelling with realization. “We’ve been so focused on building outward that we’ve forgotten to build inward. Maybe that’s why we found this now—so we can choose a different path.”
Meera smiled, the weight of understanding settling upon her. “Then let’s make sure our progress includes both worlds—the economic and the spiritual. We don’t have to lose one to gain the other.”
As they walked back, the luminous structure pulsed once more before fading into stillness, as if satisfied that its message had been received.
The Moon continued its silent vigil, watching over those who dared to tread its surface, whispering its ancient wisdom to those willing to listen.
As they returned to their habitat, the conversation continued over dinner.
“This reminds me of Duryodhana,” Aryan said, pushing his plate aside. “In the Mahabharata, he had immense wealth, yet his arrogance blinded him to spiritual wisdom. He tortured his own brothers, thinking power alone would sustain him. But where did it lead him? To ruin.”
Ansh’s eyes widened. “Like Ravana too, right? In the Ramayana, he had everything—golden palaces, powerful armies—but his obsession with wealth and power made him blind to Lord Rama’s divinity. And he lost everything.”
Meera nodded. “And both of them had warnings. Saints, sages, even their own family members tried to make them see reason, but they ignored spiritual wisdom. In the end, material wealth couldn’t save them.”
Avni leaned forward thoughtfully. “So, history keeps repeating itself? We chase wealth without wisdom, and it leads to destruction?”
“Not always,” Aryan said. “There’s another way. The Isopanishad teaches us balance—‘Avidyaya mrityum tirtva, vidyaya amritam ashnute.’ It means, through material knowledge, we transcend mortality, but only through spiritual wisdom do we attain immortality. True progress isn’t rejecting wealth—it’s about balancing it with inner wisdom.”
Ansh furrowed his brows. “But Dad, isn’t that what’s happening here? I mean, look at the social issues developing on the Moon. Crime rates among settlers have increased because people are competing ruthlessly for wealth. There are already disputes over mining zones.”
Avni added, “And let’s not forget how the environment is suffering. The Moon was once silent and pure, but now the endless pursuit of resources is turning it into just another battleground for corporate greed. The dust storms caused by unregulated excavation have already affected visibility and habitat stability.”
Meera sighed. “And psychological issues are rising too. People are working day and night to meet quotas. Anxiety, depression, isolation—it’s all taking a toll. Without spiritual grounding, this place is turning into a soulless machine.”
Aryan exhaled, his gaze drifting to the lunar horizon. “This is why we must find a way to integrate wisdom into our progress. The Moon doesn’t have to become another Earth, plagued with the same mistakes. If we listen, if we learn… we can create a future where growth and tranquility coexist.”
A comfortable silence filled the room as the weight of these realizations settled in their hearts. Outside, the stars shimmered above the lunar surface, as if silently affirming their newfound understanding.
Demystifying Kundalini 