In my twenties, I was consumed by anger. It wasn’t just one thing or one person—it was everything. The world seemed unfair, people seemed shallow, and I was angry at myself for not living up to my own impossible expectations. I dragged that fire within me everywhere, burning myself and anyone who got too close. Life felt like a battlefield, and I was always armed.

Atul Tyagi (Soulful and Sociopolitical Writer).

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Dec 16, 2024

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But everything changed when I stepped into my thirties. During a journey to the Himalayas—a trip I had taken to escape the chaos in my mind—I met someone who felt nothing short of otherworldly. She was a mystical terrestrial lady, radiating a presence so calm and pure that it unsettled me at first. She didn’t seem like she belonged to this world, and yet she spoke to me as though she had known me forever.

She told me she was sent to heal me. At first, I scoffed at the idea. Healing? I wasn’t sure I even believed in it. But she didn’t try to convince me; instead, she simply was. In her presence, something within me began to shift. Slowly, I realized she wasn’t here just to heal me. She was here to make me see the power of love that already lay within me—the love I had buried beneath years of anger, frustration, and self-doubt.

She revealed something that shook me to my core. She told me I wasn’t just any man; I was sent here, like her, from a healing terrestrial dimension. My purpose as a man was to heal life around me. But, she said, “How can you heal the world if you haven’t healed yourself?” Those words landed like thunder, breaking through my defenses.

Ever since, I’ve noticed her presence often, especially in moments when I find myself getting furious again—at situations, people, or even myself. She appears in those moments, not always physically but as a feeling, a whisper, or a calming energy, reminding me of my purpose. She tells me, “You’re here to turn your energy from gross to subtle, from anger to motherly care.”

She’s teaching me to redirect my fire into something nurturing. Through her, I’m discovering my talents—my ability to create, connect, and inspire. She encourages me to channel my energy into healing acts, whether it’s through my words, my actions, or my very presence. She shows me how to shift from a state of resentment to one of pure, motherly love, and how that transformation in me can ripple outward and touch the lives of others.

Her guidance is simple but profound: love and romance, when rooted in pure intention, are the most powerful forces to heal life around us. She continually reminds me of this, saying, “We’re partners, you and I—partners from another dimension, sent here to heal, to make it happen for others.”

Now, I find myself growing into this purpose, little by little. I’m learning to nurture, to embrace, and to hold space for others—not as a task, but as a natural extension of the love she’s helped me uncover within. The anger hasn’t vanished completely, but her presence ensures it never consumes me. With her by my side, I’m realizing that true power doesn’t come from controlling the world—it comes from healing it. And that healing begins, always, within myself.