Projections and unhealed aspects of the self

If I live every moment from the space of being my true potential and my true nature, from my true centre, then I would realise that everything that triggers me about the other is my own aspect deeply hidden within me, looking for validation and acknowledgement.

Slowly and gradually, what others do, will not matter. What I AM, is what will drive the heart always. And that realisation will keep bringing me back to my own centre, to my own truth.

The closer I move to my own truth and the more I live my own true self, what others do, will cease to trigger and bother me.

If someone or something on the outside is bothering me and if a reality exists within me which feels unjust or unfair to me, then I pause and know that it is my own wounding screaming for attention and perhaps even a simple acknowledgement.

During my homestay at Binsar, many such wounds and triggers reared their head again. Aspects that I thought I had made peace with, came crawling up my sleeve, all over again.

For the first three days, the home stay was graced with a large group of 16 people, most of them were students of Vedanta. They were treated with a lot of care and respect and all of their needs met, whether they asked for it or not.

When the group left, a part of me started observing a change of attitude and a certain degree of misogynistic attitude in the owner of the home stay. Simple things I would request would be denied or over looked while the group was treated quite differently.

This started happening repetitively that brought up an unrest in me and the old wounds around “This is unfair or unjust” and “Am I not equally important, so what if I am not with a group” , triggered again. My anger, amidst the stillness of nature was palpable.

We all struggle with our unique place in this web of life, we all ache to feel significant and we all aspire to feel in this scheme of things , “we have a role to play and that we matter.”

The child self in us aches to be seen, to feel that it matters and that it’s important. When this sense of self of the child is threatened, a sense of unrest and often unsafety starts arising in the child. And this then, gives rise to all the chaos and the drama on the outside.

Thanks to my dreamwork and the dream I had the previous night and thanks to the stillness of nature which spoke to me in myriad ways, it made me aware that my own wounds around “life is unfair” or my past family history and karmic history around having experienced “injustice” (or even causing injustice) was rearing its head again.

This awareness induced a pause button to my reactive nature and propelled me to breathe through this pain, again and just be present to it.

I sent love to my child self, spoke to it and I deepened in prayer and surrender. I also sent blessings to the perceived perpetrator.

My unrest settled and although I stayed present to the instances which were seemingly unfair, I also felt compassion for the man and could empathise with his wounding which made him behave in a certain way.

As I communed with nature, I could find my way back to my stillness and in the subsequent days the stay came with a sense of ease and acceptance of the given moment.

The Nature Spirits and my dreamworld were kind enough to show me where I was still holding traces of my pain and gave me an opportunity to accept it, not fight it and yet surrender it.

Returning back to my centre brought me back, home to my true nature.


Celebrate your true nature and Mama nature. Join us for a Full Moon Celebration Drum Circle on 22 June (Saturday) from 7 pm to 8.30 pm (IST). You can add yourself to the WhatsApp group here to get the Zoom link and other updates.

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What if grief was a…

What if grief was a pen and it would start writing? What would it write?

What if grief was a voice? What would it sing?

What if grief was a cauldron? What would it stir?

What if grief was a wave? How would it ebb and flow?

What if grief was a body? How would it move or dance?

What if grief was a gateway ? Where would it lead to?

What if grief was sacred? What prayer would it be?

What if grief was love? Where would it flow?

What if grief was a paintbrush? What would it paint?

Why is joy glorified and grief undermined?

What if grief was a cave ? Would you feel safe to go inside and rest?

Why is it so important to be okay all the time?

Why does society not advocate breaking down?

Doesn’t the nature deconstruct in order to reconstruct?

Aren’t we integral aspects of nature too?

Aren’t we nature personified?

What if grief was connected to bringing us close to our true nature?

What if grief was water? What would it wash away?

What if grief was fire? What would it transform and birth?

What if grief was air? What would it communicate, carry or clear?

What if grief was earth ? What would it absorb?

What if grief was the key to everything we lock inside our hearts?

What if grief is the gateway to our soul?


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A Journey Within, The Sea Healing Retreat

A Journey Within, The Sea Healing Retreat

I have been receiving questions on what I will be teaching during the sea healing retreat. What modalities – shamanism or something else.

The sea healing retreat is not about “modalities.” It is as the name suggests all about the SEA and working with the energies of the sea for healing of the physical, mental, emotional, spiritual.

Unlike other retreats, where the name suggests “X” and the contents are x, b, cx, a…the Sea Healing Retreat is going to be focussed fully and only SEA as the theme.

We all love the ocean. We feel so relaxed at the sea beach. We feel a magnetic pull towards the sea. We feel we can unwind and be stress free.

At the Sea Healing Retreat, 2019
At the Sea Healing Retreat, 2019

But we do not know WHY we feel stress-free or relaxed when we are at the beach. Little do we know that just like the sea is deep, vast and treasure-filled, so are the healing abilities of this mother of all mothers – The Sea.

So no. There are no modalities. There is no shamanism (albeit everything you see, feel, hear, breathe is Shamanism).

This Sea Healing Retreat is open for ALL and gives you an opportunity to “retreat” from your daily hustle and bustle and go within your own quiet self. Dig deep into your core. It allows you to be who you are without any masks. It gently holds your hand and like the sea embraces you unconditionally and takes you into the depths of your great unknown treasures and strengths.

It unlocks you. It deepens you. It expands you. It moistens you. It untames you. It makes you cry. Makes you laugh. Makes you want to fall in love with yourself and your life all over again.

If you feel you would like to rediscover the child-like innocence again and embrace the sea as your mother, want to be nourished and nurtured, and want to dive into the great unknown, COME! The Sea Mother Awaits YOU.

A glimpse from the Sea Healing Retreat, 2019
A glimpse from the Sea Healing Retreat, 2019

Sea is My Mother – A Sea Healing Retreat in Kerala. August 1st to 4th. For more details and to register, click here. You can also call 9979901933 or email neelamnanwani@yahoo.in to know more.

Are you ready to BE with yourself and mama sea?


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The Art of Being: A Healing Journey in Binsar, Kumaon

The Art of Being: A Healing Journey in Binsar, Kumaon

It’s been three days, since I returned from Binsar, Kumaon in Uttarakhand. People who knew I had been away for 12 days, have been asking me whether the purpose with which I went, has been accomplished.

Although, I had no such goal in mind, I did need a break from mundane and my own time with Mother Nature.

Was my travel attached to a specific goal? I don’t think so.

What I relished the most about my travels was deepening into a state of non doing and just Being. A state which most, including myself find it difficult to get into.

It was a long tedious travel (24 plus hours for me from Ahmedabad) to reach the home-stay I had booked and it was a long tedious walk of almost an hour plus to reach the home stay.

My right leg had developed excruciating nerve and muscle pain and all my plans of visiting temples and places of power nearby were squashed.

© Taken by Neelam at Binsar, Kumoan
© Taken by Neelam at Binsar, Kumoan

It was as if I had no choice but to just BE. It was a pain filled (physically) and yet a stillness inducing rendezvous with Prakriti.

There was no destination to rush to, no tasks to complete, no targets to achieve or no goals to accomplish.

Some of my known people were even amazed about what I would be “doing” at a remote place like this and that too all by myself.

While I kept telling myself and them that my purpose was to connect to myself and enjoy nature, in hindsight, even that felt superficial and lame.

What I deeply cherished being there was a sense of peace and stillness inside me (although it took work to quiet the chattering mind and the body screaming with pain).

I was forced to ACCEPT what was. No markets to shop from. No hospitals to look for. Not even a lady to massage my aching leg.

I was forced to BE with the pain and Accept it. I was nudged to send love to my aching body.

I enjoyed sharing my BEING with all facets of mother Earth and Nature.

I cried. I laughed. I talked to myself…and most often, I just sat looking at all facets of nature. And I just breathed deepening into a silence which the hustle and bustle of the mundane and civilization doesn’t permit.

There were a number of days when I was the only guest in the homestay and it was dark and cold on some evenings with rain and ice falling.

Amidst all of this, there was a quiet that I was lulled to bring myself into.

The sounds of nature felt like a lullaby of the mother trying to soothe the tantrumy or crying child.

© Neelam at Binsar, Kumoan

And although, through all my pain of abandonment which reared its ugly head after Paul, I have been asked to look upon my divine parents as the guardians instead of biological parents, the deep presence that I feel with me and beneath me, behind me and around me and most importantly inside me is that of Mother Earth/Nature.

Have I returned whole and fully healed or as our productivity driven society teaches us “mission accomplished”? I don’t know yet. For, there wasn’t a mission to accomplish.

What I have returned with is, perhaps more of myself and a sense of peace. And even if these feelings feel transient, I am content knowing that our journeys aren’t about a specific end result or a goal to accomplish.

I was just content Being there and I am content, when home called, coming back to her.

Amidst all this, whether I have gained or lost something, healed or not, at this point it seems all an illusion.

All I know is that I carry the chaos and the stillness, all within me.

And I am deeply grateful to this solo adventure that I took courage to embark upon.

It has brought me so many gifts and even if not, there would have been no regrets.

But that said, whether we realise or not, everything around and within us, conducive to our ego mind or not, is a gift.

I return home and to myself with this feeling.

© Neelam at Binsar, Kumoan
© Neelam at Binsar, Kumoan
The Art of Being: A Healing Journey in Binsar, Kumaon

When I pause

Pin drop silence…not a soul to talk to…

Just the wind rustling..the water drops trickle on the roof. The birds chirping 

Trees standing tall and moving with the force of the wind.

© Taken by Neelam at Binsar, Kumoan
© Taken by Neelam at Binsar, Kumoan

The sun shining in the sky 

The cool breeze touching the skin and caressing the body.

The aches and pains start screaming as the awareness comes back to the body.

Stillness outside brings stillness inside.

Not a single voice of a human.

And yet nature is speaking out loud .

Surprisingly all alone here in nature, I don’t feel lonely. There is no rush to do something, be something, finish something.

There is no one to talk to and yet there is no loneliness.

There is deep presence of Self in the solitude of mother nature.

I remember how nature creates and teaches us about inter-connectedness and how beautifully it holds us all together within and without.

Civilization brings emptiness and loneliness. Nature brings back connection to self and inter-connectedness with all of life.

In the lap of nature, here, in the rawness of earth, I do not feel alone but present to and with myself.

Civilization brings aloofness. Nature brings back connection and oneness.

And as these thoughts run in me, a tear drop finds it way to release from my eyes.

And a gentle wave of grief comes gushing through me as I exhale and inhale and become present to the pauses in between.

© Neelam at Binsar, Kumoan
© Neelam at Binsar, Kumoan

Shamanism – connection to our true nature by connecting with nature.


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