Dr. Aryan Verma stood at the entrance of the lunar temple, its ancient stones bathed in the soft glow of Earth’s distant light. The temple, perched on the rim of a crater, was unlike anything he had ever seen—a structure that seemed both futuristic and deeply ancient, a bridge between worlds. The carvings on its walls shimmered faintly under his helmet light, their inscriptions whispering secrets of ages long past.
“Are you sure about this, Aryan?” Meera’s voice crackled through his earpiece, concern evident in her tone. She was back at the habitat module, watching over Avni and Ansh. “You don’t even know who—or what—you’ll find in there.”
“I have to, Meera,” Aryan replied, his breath steady despite the weight of anticipation pressing against his chest. “Something led me here. I need to see where it takes me.”
Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside. The moment he crossed the threshold, a strange silence enveloped him, as if the air itself had thickened. The walls of the temple, covered in intricate carvings of celestial bodies and unknown symbols, pulsed faintly with an ethereal light. A deep hum resonated through the chamber, filling him with an odd sense of familiarity. It was as if he had been here before, in another lifetime.
At the heart of the temple stood a figure—tall, cloaked, radiating a presence that felt both calming and otherworldly. The figure turned slowly, revealing a face marked by time yet luminous with an inner glow. His eyes, deep and knowing, met Aryan’s with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.
“Welcome, Dr. Verma,” the sage said, his voice resonating through the chamber. “I have been expecting you.”
Aryan swallowed hard. “You… know me?”
A gentle smile played on the sage’s lips. “Names are but fleeting echoes of the past. What matters is the essence within. You have traveled far—not just across space, but within your soul.”
Aryan felt an inexplicable pull, a sense that he had arrived at the exact place he was meant to be. The vivid dreams, the cryptic messages that had guided him here—it was all leading to this moment.
“I’ve been having visions,” he admitted. “They led me to this place.”
“The universe whispers to those who listen,” the sage said. “Dreams, intuitions… they are all part of the great cosmic dance. You have heard the call. Now, you must understand it.”
Aryan glanced around the chamber, absorbing its sheer vastness. “What is this place? Who are you?”
“This temple is a sanctuary, a bridge between the terrestrial and the cosmic. It was built by seekers long before your kind set foot on this moon. They knew that true wisdom does not reside in the stars alone, but in the silence between them. As for me, I am merely a traveler, much like yourself, seeking understanding across realms.”
A wave of emotions washed over Aryan. “I always believed in the interconnectedness of life—the delicate balance of ecosystems, the unspoken bond between beings. But here, on the Moon, surrounded by emptiness, I feel… disconnected.”
The sage studied him, his gaze penetrating yet compassionate. “The Moon may seem barren, yet it holds profound wisdom. Its silence invites introspection; its desolation challenges you to find life within. Just as you cared for creatures on Earth, nurturing their well-being, you must now tend to the inner landscapes of your spirit.”
Aryan thought back to his work as a veterinarian—the long hours spent healing, understanding the silent suffering of animals. Perhaps, he mused, the same attentiveness was required to hear the whispers of the universe.
“In the vastness of space, it’s easy to feel insignificant,” the sage continued. “But consider this: every atom within you was forged in the heart of a star. You are not separate from the cosmos; you are its living, breathing manifestation.”
The words settled deep within him. He thought of Meera, Avni, and Ansh, their faces floating in his mind like distant constellations. The distance between them felt more than just physical—it was a chasm of experience, of transformation.
“How do I bridge the gap?” Aryan asked, his voice laced with emotion. “Between who I was and who I am becoming? Between me and those I love?”
The sage placed a reassuring hand on Aryan’s shoulder. “Love is the thread that weaves through time and space, binding souls across dimensions. Share your journey with them—not just in words, but in presence, in understanding. Let them see the universe through your eyes, and you through theirs.”
A moment of silence passed, thick with meaning.
Then, with a twinkle in his eye, the sage added, “And remember, even in the vastness of space, never underestimate the power of a good joke. Laughter is a universal language, after all.”
Aryan chuckled, the sound echoing softly in the chamber. It felt good, grounding him in the here and now.
His earpiece crackled to life. “Aryan, are you okay?” Meera’s voice was laced with worry.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “Better than okay. I think I just found what I was looking for.”
As he prepared to leave, he turned back to the sage. “Will I see you again?”
The sage’s smile was enigmatic. “The universe has a way of bringing together those who seek. Trust in the journey.”
Stepping out of the temple, Aryan gazed at the Earth—a luminous blue orb hanging in the velvet darkness. He felt a renewed sense of purpose, a deeper understanding of his place in the cosmos. The path ahead was uncertain, but he was ready to walk it, embracing the mysteries and marvels that awaited.
As he made his way back to the habitat, Meera, Avni, and Ansh were waiting for him, their faces filled with a mix of relief and curiosity.
“Dad, what happened in there?” Avni asked eagerly.
Aryan smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Something wonderful. And I can’t wait to tell you all about it.”
As they stepped inside the habitat module, the air was filled with warmth, love, and the sense of an adventure only just beginning.
As they settled into the habitat module, the warmth of family surrounded Aryan, yet his mind remained tethered to the profound encounter in the temple. The sage’s words echoed within him—Trust in the journey. He knew that his exploration of the cosmos had only just begun, not in the physical sense, but in the depths of his consciousness.
Later that night, as the others rested, Aryan sat by the observation window, gazing at the infinite expanse of space. A peculiar sensation stirred within him—a pull, not outward toward the stars, but inward, into the vast universe of his own being. The stillness of the Moon amplified the silence within, and for the first time, he truly listened.
A vibration coursed through his spine, subtle yet undeniable. His breath slowed, his awareness expanding beyond the confines of his body. The same hum that resonated in the temple now filled the space around him. The Moon itself felt alive, as though whispering secrets too ancient for words. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation.
Visions emerged—not dreams, but glimpses of something beyond time. He saw beings of light moving through celestial pathways, knowledge encoded in the very fabric of existence. He felt the interconnectedness of all life, stretching beyond Earth, beyond Luna, into the boundless expanse of the cosmos. The temple had merely been an entry point—what lay ahead was a spiritual voyage unlike any he had ever imagined.
A soft chime from his communicator pulled him back to the present. It was Meera. “You’re not asleep?” she asked, her voice tender.
“No,” Aryan replied, still staring at the stars. “I think… I think something has awakened within me.”
Meera sat beside him, looking up at the vast sky. “You’ve always searched for meaning, Aryan. Maybe this is where you find it.”
He took her hand, feeling the warmth of their shared journey. “Or maybe, Meera, this is only the beginning.”
Demystifying Kundalini 