The attack of confusion

Nothing ever actually attack ourselves except our own confusion. As a practitioner we believe that things come and they do not leave until or unless they’ve taught us the lesson we need to learn. But realistically, we don’t like and accept the way reality is now and therefore wish it would go fast. It’s we and our confusion messing up with each other all the time.


We shall find the exact problem awaiting for us if we run from this end of the continent to the other end in order to avoid any kind of hurdle or obstacle. It’s nothing except the recurrence; with new names, forms and manifestations until we learn whatever it has to teach us about. Where we are separating ourselves from reality, how we are pulling back instead of opening up, closing down instead of allowing ourselves to experience fully whatever we encounter, without hesitating or retreating into ourselves. The attack is so mild that a person can hardly get out of it. It’s considered the mother of, and gives rise to low self-esteem, panic attacks, insomnia, hyperactivity, repetitive thinking, obsessive thoughts, detachment, disorientation, poor judgement, wandering mind, nightmares and difficulty in thinking. All in all destroying the physical and mental capabilities. It’s like squeezing the blood out leaving the body feckless and inept.

It’s same as the attack of germ cells on the human body having no immunity. The cells, having sharp silver swords, destruct the field and gain the victory over each and every part of the area. And defeat awaits us.

Her life

Brought up by her parents

Ruled by her husband

She wrote because writing brought her solace

And she needed solace to get herself out of a certain paroxysm.