Turiya

[Indian Museum @IndianMuseumKol]

On 18 June 2026, the Indian Museum had the honour of welcoming Shri Rajarshi Nandy, Spiritual Thinker, Upāsaka, and Founder of the Kamakhya Bhairava Upāsaka Foundation.

#IndianMuseum #MinistryOfCulture #RajarshiNandy #KamakhyaBhairavaUpasakaFoundation #CulturalHeritage

[Indian Museum @IndianMuseumKol]

@narendramodi @PMOIndia @gssjodhpur @Rao_InderjitS @lokbhavan_wb @MinOfCultureGoI Dr. Sayan Bhattacharya, Director, Indian Museum, felicitated Shri Nandy. Set amidst one of India's oldest repositories of art, culture, and civilisation, the session offered a rare opportunity for reflection, dialogue, and engagement with enduring spiritual traditions.

[Turiya @rrpmmprr]

@IndianMuseumKol @narendramodi @PMOIndia @gssjodhpur @Rao_InderjitS @lokbhavan_wb @MinOfCultureGoI What an amazing opportunity for those present at this occasion! A blessing to immerse in Rajarshi Ji’s wisdom and insights. Om Bhairavaya Namah 🙏

[Indian Museum @IndianMuseumKol]

Some conversations transcend time, connecting the wisdom of past with the aspirations of present.

On June 18, 2026, Indian Museum, had the privilege of hosting Shri Rajarshi Nandy, Spiritual Upāsaka, author, and founder of KBUF, for an enriching session, Insights on Sadhana.

[Turiya @rrpmmprr]

@iNikhilsaini At this point, it’s just a colossal embarrassment and we wonder why we are a laughing stock of the world. Zero sense. Zilch. 🙄

[Turiya @rrpmmprr]

We need more beauty in the world today.

[The Timeless Traveler 🇺🇸 @TimelessTrvlr]

This dairy shop in Dresden is so beautiful, you forget you came for milk. It's called Pfunds Molkerei.

[Turiya @rrpmmprr]

My heart goes out to the parents…and the little ones, who didn’t deserve this. Om Shanti. 🙏

[Marc Nixon @MarcNixon24]

A 12-year-old girl went to school.

She never came home.

Her father’s last memory was watching her walk in with her brother.

Fathers message to Canadians, HUG your children you never know if it will be your last time.

Pray for Tumbler Ridge.

[Marc Nixon @MarcNixon24]

She’s 12 years old.

And when danger came into her school, her instinct wasn’t to run.
It was to protect the other kids.

That kind of bravery doesn’t come from age.
It comes from character.

While she fights for her life, let’s remember who she is a child who chose courage over fear.

That’s a hero.

[KV Iyyer - BHARAT 🇮🇳🇮🇱 @BanCheneProduct]

Vijay Mandal, from Kahalgaon in Bhagalpur, says that his wife, Anita Devi, contracted COVID-19 in 2020, after which she developed a severe lung infection.

To get her treated, Vijay travelled everywhere—from Mayaganj Hospital to Delhi.

But doctors everywhere clearly stated that to keep her alive, she would need an oxygen cylinder every single day, at all times.

Vijay shares, “I had saved nearly ₹10 lakh for my daughter’s wedding. Every bit of that money went into my wife’s treatment. When all hope was lost, I turned my home into a hospital. For the past five years, my wife has been on continuous oxygen here.”

Earlier, Vijay ran a grocery shop, but he handed it over to his son so he could care for his wife full-time. Now, every morning at 4 am, he boards a train to Bhagalpur.

He returns with an oxygen cylinder by 9 am. Then he goes again at 11 am and comes back by 1 pm; leaves once more at 3 pm and returns at 7 pm.

Not just that—Rasulpur is 6 km away from Ekchari station, and Vijay carries the oxygen cylinder on his shoulder all the way home every single day. This has caused a lump to form on his shoulder. Yet, he leaves no stone unturned to keep his wife alive.

Many people now call Vijay Mandal “mad.” But his passion, dedication, and love for his wife and family are perhaps something very few in today’s world can truly understand.

[Raghu @IndiaTales7]

Witness the timeless beauty of the Meenakshi Amman Temple during the rains!

This architectural marvel, over 2,500 years old, showcases perfect water management with its intricate drainage systems. A testament to ancient Indian engineering.

[Jason @Certinfy]

I really don't understand a lot of tennis fans out there, in particular Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal ones.

Novak Djokovic could lose in the first round of every event he plays for the rest of his career and he'll still objectively be the greatest of all time. He literally has every meaningful statistic and record in the sport. Even outside of tennis, he's no doubt one of the greatest athletes of all time.

He's also now 38 years old and is still making Grand Slam semi-finals and ranked as the world #4. Given how physical tennis is, the peak age for a player being mid 20s and that by 38 most top players are retired or heavily declined (e.g. Andy Murray, Rafael Nadal and countless others), it's astonishing what he's still achieving.

Djokovic's main two rivals are currently 14 and 16 years younger than him in Jannik Sinner and Carlos Alcaraz. He has no right to compete with these men so much younger than him in a sport so movement and fitness heavy. Sure, he loses far more than he wins against them but the fact he's trying to stay fit at this age and compete with them both should be applauded, instead many laugh and celebrate when he loses.

So how about instead of constantly wishing and begging he loses during hate watching him play, just admire the time we have left with someone this great?

I cant speak for everyone else, but I know the joy the big four gave me throughout my lifetime is something i'll always remember. If it were any of the other three in this very same situation I would be completely rooting for them as a sign of my respect for all they've achieved and also defying the odds at such an age.

I also find it amazing how so many Djokovic haters throughout the years have only become fans of Alcaraz and in particular Sinner, because they want to see Djokovic lose. If you're a fan of those two the joy should come from watching them win big events, instead with Sinner fans, they seem to get the most joy in watching a 38 year old man who's 15 years past his best getting beat instead.

[Turiya @rrpmmprr]

@DjokovicFan_ The G.O.A.T.! Well said Novak!

[Rajarshi রাজর্ষি @TheRajarshi]

How does a devata spread His/Her influence among masses.. By ensuring birth of one ace caliber upasaka.. one is enough. Develop so much shakti that one becomes irresistible, and like iron filing to magnet, the world will follows. Joy Ma Kamakhya.

[James Blunt @JBlunt1018]

What the fuck is this obsession with having an Indian neighbor?

The guy lives in the neighborhood — not in your house, not on your couch. He pays his fucking taxes. His kids do well in school. They mind their business, work hard, and treat people with respect. That’s literally the deal in a civilized society.

If someone’s skin color bothers you more than whether they’re productive, law-abiding, and decent human beings, then immigration isn’t your problem — you are.

And if you want to live in some fantasy land where only one race exists, America is not for you.

You’re free to fuck off and find that place somewhere else.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

My husband passed away from cancer half a year ago. In his final month, he desperately pushed me to divorce him, saying he didn’t want to hold me back. But I flat-out refused, and we argued fiercely about it several times.

What haunts me most is the day he left—I raced to the hospital, speeding all the way, but still arrived ten minutes too late. These past six months, I’ve often broken down, convinced that he must have resented me—for not listening, for being too stubborn, for not letting go. I felt he punished me by not letting me see him one last time.

A while ago, I came across a psychology teacher on Facebook and, on a whim, reached out to her. After reading my story, she stayed silent for a long time, then said: “He didn’t hold any grudge against you. He just couldn’t bear to see you cry. Look for the notebook he kept in his hospital room—the answer you need is in there.”

I was stunned. That notebook was where he recorded his treatment journey. I thought it was just medical notes and never had the courage to open it. Back home, my hands trembling, I flipped through it and found a folded letter tucked inside. The handwriting was shaky and uneven:

“My love, I pushed you to divorce because I wanted you to have an easier future. But deep down, when you refused, I felt so relieved. Thank you for not leaving me, thank you for staying by my side through this battle. I was afraid seeing me take my last breath would haunt your dreams, so I slipped away while you weren’t here. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you till we grew old.”

Reading it, I cried until I was sick. He never hated me. He loved me all along.

That night, I dreamt of him for the first time in so long. He came over, gently touched my head, and wiped my tears. When I woke up, my pillow was soaked, but that tight knot inside me—it finally came undone.

Thank you, my love. And thank you, teacher. 🙏

[Turiya @rrpmmprr]

@alexthegoodlife So sorry to hear this. Shall say a prayer for you and your family. Wish you all the best!

[Turiya @rrpmmprr]

Beautiful post. Our storms can cause a lot of pain to those close to us. It is always important to self assess and course correct. And extend the same self-care to ourselves too, when someone crosses the line.

[Turiya @rrpmmprr]

@MrPitbull07 Many congratulations Jack! The world needs more independent and responsible like you. Kudos to your parents for bringing such a special man into the world!

[Be Believing @Be_Believing]

Boys protecting mom..

[𝕷𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖆♡︎🪷🦂 @frequency__444]

The unhealed empath exists as what Jung called an "emotional shock absorber." Something designed to take impact after impact. Cushioning everyone else from the force of life. Spending years absorbing everyone else's emotional chaos. The nervous system of an empath is built to pick up every frequency within reach. Jung called this unconscious participation. You weren't just feeling your own emotions. You were carrying the entire unconscious weight of everyone around you. Their shadows. Their denied pain. Their unprocessed trauma. All of it poured into you like you were some kind of cosmic dumping ground for human suffering. And the worst part wasn't the pain itself. The worst part was that you thought this was your purpose. You believed that your sensitivity. Your ability to feel everything meant you were supposed to fix everyone. Save everyone. Hold space for everyone. You built your entire identity around being the person who could handle what others couldn't. The therapist friend. The emotional translator. The one who always understood.

Here's what nobody told you. While you were busy absorbing everyone else's darkness. You were ignoring your own. You had no boundaries cause boundaries felt cruel. You had no limits cause limits felt selfish. You said yes when you meant no. You smiled when you wanted to scream. You stayed when every cell in your body begged you to run. And so slowly you didn't notice it happening. You disappeared. The real you buried under layers and layers of other people's unprocessed emotions. Drowning in a sea of consciousness that didn't even belong to you.