A Letter to Neville Goddard

Dear Neville,

I am writing to you because when I first discovered your teachings back in the August last year, I felt I had finally found the missing piece to all the wealth of experiences for which my heart craves. It was like a long lost dream come true, a dream which opened new paths to chase new dreams. And yet for some reason I just could not concentrate and carry out the steps that you said were necessary to bring about any kinda change in our lives. I just could not do it. I guess you were correct when you said that most of us do no really want to change. I’ve often felt alone, left out, unwanted, deprived of everything and nothing in particular. I am so used to being confused that I don’t even know what clarity feels like anymore.
I want things but now I know that I want them out of the blankness of my own heart. If only you could come down and put me out of my misery. Because, I cannot go back now. My life will never be the same. I can never again accept the idols that we used worship as Gods. But I still do not have courage enough to own up that the God I have been seeking all my life, is in me as me. I am afraid. It’s so big. It feels like if I found out that it’s true, it will change my life, I dread the change because somewhere back along the trail, O don’t know where I picked it up, I formed this belief that change is bad, that everytime something changes in my life, it’s always for the worse. I feel that why should this time be any different? Yes. I am the ‘mad man hiding behind the stone begging not to be cleansed’ as you said in one of your lectures. But I just cannot help it! Or maybe I don’t want to help it.
So you see, I am a wreck. I want to change and I don’t want to change. The force equally strong on both side of the rope and I am being stretched out. And it’s killing me. It’s making me wretched. I cannot seem to get out of this little bubble of limited possibilities. The years are melting away from my life as if ice set on fire and I am just sitting here – waiting around like a loser – waiting for life to happen to me instead of going out and making it happen. I am always afraid that I’ll end up messing things up because that’s what I always do. That’s what I have always done. I wreck things. I wreck them so bad that Titanic was thankful it didn’t hit me instead!
I have always felt so little. So powerless. So out-of-place that the idea that I could be something as big as the creator of my world and my surroundings is just too scary. And I think that’s why give it all up. Maybe I am just scared of finding out what will happen if I carried it on to the finish. Even now, as I am writing this letter to you, I feel like this isn’t right. I always feel like whatever I am doing, it’s wrong. Even I it is right, it’s wrong.
Why am I like this?
Why must I feel like complete crap?
Why cannot I change? Why cannot I want to change?
When will I change?


Pam Grout’s E- squared Experiment: 1

So, I’ve had this book, E-Squared: Nine Do-It-Yourself Energy Experiments That Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality in my possession for more than two years and haven’t done anything. There are these incredibly fun nine do-it-yourself experiments to convince us that life really is not our master, it is quite the contrary. That thoughts really do affect reality. I wish I had started doing these sooner but hey, no time is too late! So, I’ve decided to make it official on the blog so I do not lose my motivation. Following is the first experiment as given in the book.


Lab Report Sheet (as in the book)

The Principle: The Dude Abides Principle

The Theory: There is an invisible energy force or field of infinite possibilities. And it’s yours for the asking.

The Question: Does the FP exist?

The Hypothesis: If there’s a 27/7 energy force equally available to everyone, I can access it at any time simply by paying attention. Furthermore, if I ask the force for a blessing, giving it a specific time frame and clear instructions, it’ll send me a gift and say, ”My Pleasure.”

Time required:48 Hours

Start Date: 22-3-2017 Time: 14:53

Deadline for Receiving Gift: 24-3-2017, 14:53

The Approach: I hate to break it to ya, FP, but folks are starting to talk. They’re starting to wonder,”Is this guy for real?” I mean, really, it’d be so much skin off your chin to come down here and call off this crazy hide-and-seek thing you’ve been playing. I’m giving you exactly 48 hours to make your presence known. I want a thumbs-up, a clear sign,something that cannot be written off as coincidence.

Research Notes: Does a crazy-ass fight between my parents count? Because that’s the only unexpected ”gift” that came my way within these 48 hours. Oh, and an out-of-the-blue date sheet for exams. Yeah, thanks for THAT!!

But on a second note, you know what, I wasn’t exactly in an expecting mood so maybe the fault laid with my approach. I also caught myself paying too much attention to the fact that how these kinda things don’t really work for me and how I will be disappointed at the end of the allotted time, just like I always am. So, I guess, thins kinda thinking kept me from the result that could’ve been mine. So, I will try to keep my mind open as much as I can during the next experiment.

Poles Apart

You were the water, all of it.



Just did not know how to swim.


You were the silence, all of it.


Sweetheart I,

Just did not know the quiet.


You were the light,all of it.

But, I,

My love,

Was a dark soul.


And then came a time when you raised to the sky.

Became it. All of it.

But darling I,

Did not know how to fly.

I just did not know how to fly.

– Rashi

Watch this fucking piece of shit. The music is catchy, I must confess but what’s up with the video?

Is this supposed to be a music video? Is it supposed to impress? What is this child porno trying to tell us? What idea is it supposed to drive home? You watch and decide.

Oh, and do me a favour – Do not say that you liked it. JUST. DO. NOT.

Melancholy Morning

I wrote this a few months back while I was dealing with some past unhappy memories. I hope you guys like it. Leave your thoughts below. I do so love to hear from you guys. xx


My dishevelled hair,

just the way you like it, crowd my wet eyes.

I do not want the world to see

and say that you do not care for me.

My voice, so hoarse and deep,

I say it’s due to the early morning, for

I do not want them to know, I again cried myself to sleep.

My fingers shake violently. It’s from

the chilly winter wind, they say and I agree.

because I do not want them to see,

how hard I am trying to bind together our broken memories.

– Rashi


I have absolutely no idea why I didn’t post anything for so long and why I am writing this right now. I am at a loss of words to describe how light headed I am feeling right now. By my right, on the table stand, sits a cup of green tea – rather majestically – staring at me with it’s ,well, judging eyes because I have abandoned it to write this shitty post which has absolutely no meaning and is not going to help you guys in any way but I still felt like I owe this cutie blog a post. I mean, no one should be ignored. Sentranced is family. And family means no one is left behind. So here I am, trying to let you guys know that I am still very much active on the blog, that I am not dead and that I still love to read. Maybe I will do a book review the next time but I am not quite sure because the way I feel now, with nothing in my head, I kinda like that feeling so maybe I will be enjoying that a little more – while I can.