We’re on to number three in the “Tuesday’s With Manj” first series and this one’s about martyrdom, and more to the point about YOU acting as a martyr for the good of everyone else around you, whilst you suffer inside.

If you wish to view the video, you can do so on facebook by clicking on the picture below, or here for Youtube.


Martyrdom was a reoccurring theme in numerous conversations this past week- and first of all, I’d like to give thanks to the contributors of this video- you know who you are. ;*

Martyrdom is all fine and well, when it’s coming from a place of absolute love – Gandhi and Mother Teresa come to mind when I think of the word- though that’s not the kind of martyrdom I’m referring to in the video.

 What I’ve noticed is that we’ve got an epidemic of (false) martyrdom going on. In observing, conversing with and listening to others, I’ve picked up on this and asked myself “why?”

Why do we do things for the betterment of others, at the expense of ourselves?  (Again, it’s fine and well if you do something for someone with all your heart, but my darling, if there’s an ounce of unease associated with what you’re about to sacrifice yourself for, please think twice, and consider putting yourself first).  Is it because we feel obligated? 
Is it because we’re afraid of looking selfish, or what others might think in general if we might say “no?” 
Is it because we want to be polite and nice and kind? Fear of rejection?

Why not make yourself the obligation?

Why not be polite and nice and kind to yourself?

It doesn’t make you a bad person to put yourself first,but we do know what happens when we put others ahead of us right?

When in service to others and sacrificing ourselves, for a little while we’re fine, going along with the plot, and then things get weird right?

Resentment builds, and we have conversations in our minds about “being nice, I’m a nice person, nice people do things for others…” but that all ends after a while longer, and we find ourselves swimming in a pool of bitterness, then we get angry, so very angry that we throw things around, we throw tantrums, awful words come hurling out of our mouths towards our partner or colleague etc. We have a melt down, blame others for our state, when really, we caused it all by being dishonest to ourselves. 

 I thank my lucky stars for my husband, Juraj, because that was me, having the ultimate meltdown some months ago, and he literally sat there, patient as heck (to my chagrin- you know what that’s like when you’re having a freak out, and the person you’re freaking out on just won’t engage, and sits there with a smile to boot!). I can honestly say that I wanted to actually throw something at him, or even throw him out the window (I’m laughing now, but wasn’t then), but I’m glad none of that happened. He calmly got up, said he was going for a walk, and headed out the door.  He saw it all, the niceness, not putting myself first – though he often reminds me to- and just waited for me to catch up with myself. 

 I’m grateful to my husband for not giving up on me, for knowing that I’d find my way through the gunk in my mind, and here we are. 🙂 God bless you love. ❤

 Perhaps the throwing and yelling doesn’t resonate with you (it happens rarely, and not something I’m at all proud of), but it happened, and I asked a lot of questions of myself.

 I got in touch with my inner martyr and instead beating the crap out of it (myself), -as we so often do, without knowing, I had a conversation with It, and from that came a whole new practice.

 I’ve learned to really put myself first, and say “no,” when I need to. That doesn’t mean to say that I never do anything for anyone else ever. I still often put others needs in front of my own, my parents for example – bless them – as I’m here in their space, more often than not, I’ll drop what I’m doing to do something with/for them, and sometimes I just ask for their patience, that I’m working on something- “please may we/I do it later,” or even, “I will do it for you, but it won’t be today, mom.”  

 So again, you can still do things for others, before doing things for you, but let’s call it something other than sacrifice, let’s call it making a conscious decision to put someone ahead of us.

Let’s call it love and honor and respect for everyone- with no strings attached. What does that look like? 

Someone asks you for something and it doesn’t quite resonate with you, but you consciously choose not to say no.

You very consciously act, not out of obligation, or to be nice. You’re allowed that too, you see- just be conscious.

You can even be “negative” though as long as you’re conscious about it, you’re not “screwing up your energy/vibration.” And on that note, should you decide to go ahead with whatever it is you didn’t totally want to do, but consciously did anyhow, you might just find it turns into a beautiful experience that it fed your heart and soul in ways you couldn’t imagine. That’s conscious living my friends. I couldn’t sit here and tell you this without living it, and I have over and over again. 

If Jesus said,

“Do unto others as you would have done unto you,”

I ask you to consider this:

“Do unto Yourself, as you would have others do unto You.

 Love yourself first, for the (eventual) betterment of all. You first. 

If you’re looking for love, 
Be the love for yourself that no one else can be and only you know how to be for you.

 If you’re looking for support, 
Be the support for yourself that no one else can be and only you know how to be for you.

If you’re looking for praise, admiration, adoration, 
Be the praise, admiration, adoration, for you that no one else can be, or knows how to be for you.

 By starting with these practices, you will be amazed and surprised over and over again (at first), at how others will have changed towards you. When you begin to practice being the love/praise/adoration/admiration for yourself that you’d previously desired/expected from others, others will respond. You will start to emit a different frequency, a frequency of love, and my dear, that is what you will attract.

Let’s just keep practicing ok? We didn’t learn how to walk in a heartbeat, and as infants, deeply connected to source, it just happened. Have faith, you’ll get there, but come to here and now first.

Lots of love to you ❤


The New Wave – Our Children

This is how the new wave is entering…In fact this is how we all entered. Whole, talented, full of love. 

turkish-drummer-boyWhat a travesty it would be, should this boy ever stop drumming, because he has go to school, to have his precious and perfect mind, stuffed with things he doesn’t need. 

Sound/feel familiar…?

The thing that our children do the best, encourage that with love, not for fame, or money, but because he/she is in the state of love, like this beautiful boy. 

Look at him…He drums without effort. He drums like we breathe, like our hearts beat, without thinking about what he’s doing. That’s the art of life. It was never supposed to be difficult. 

We’re born with everything in tact, and we lose it from an early age, being told we should do this or that. 

Then we struggle, spending years, and for some, a lifetime, to find our purpose again- the very ‘raison d’être,’ that we’re born with, not knowing any different in those first years of our life. 

We struggle because we’re put into blocks of how we should be and act, and we lose the most important thing that’s rarely discussed, like the big white elephant in the room. 


If it’s ok that for most of our lives we’ve been mean to ourselves, with simple things like calling yourself an idiot when breaking a glass, or berating yourself when something doesn’t go ‘your way,’ etc etc, then it’s more than ok to say, 

“I love you” 
to yourself.

Try it now, in your mind, or aloud. 

The worlds problems would soon dissipate if we each started to whole heartedly love ourselves, because in doing so, like a ripple effect that love from our hearts, radiates outwards to everyone and everything. 
You see what I mean, we heal the world and everyone in it, when we love ourselves—that’s why self-love has nothing to do with being selfish. 

Do you dream of a life without stress?     Love yourself

Do you dream of losing weight?     Love yourself
Do you dream of the love of your life?     Love yourself
Do you dream of more money?     Love yourself
Do you dream of the perfect job?     Love yourself


“I love you.”
Allow each word and the breaths between, to settle in to you. Slow down, slow down more than you ever have. 
You don’t need to go to the woods, or halfway across the world, to an ashram, or even as far as your local yoga class.
Yoga is here and now, a union of the body and mind, and it doesn’t matter where we are, or what position we are in. 
Go “no where,” and arrive to “now here.” See that? No magic there. 
Too easy? 
Sure, I too spent years and years looking outside of myself for peace. I thought the road to happiness was in daily exercise, and the release of endorphins, to excite and stimulate my being. 
Then I thought it was in whole and real food. 
Then all of that got really really screwed up. 
People left my life. I was alone, with nowhere to go, with no one to turn to, but myself. 
Trust me, I spent nearly half of my life searching outside, went to numerous ‘professionals,’ of the mind, healers, etc etc etc, and what I ended up with is myself, and I am ever so grateful for everyone who crossed my path and helped me- very grateful. 
So, what I’m hear to say, is that you’ll eventually come back to this simple message, after exhausting your finances and resources, looking to everyone to ‘fix,’ you. You’ll go to another palm reader, clairvoyant, phsychologist, personal trainer, nutritionist. Some will help, surely, but you’ll end up searching again. I see it time and time again. 
OR, I give you permission to go inside and stop searching. 
Again, my darling, if for so many years of your life, you’ve been inundated with messages that bash your spirit, (whether from yourself or those around you, who, to no fault of their own, have guided you away from you, whilst doing their best),  then it’s time to stop. Stop and be nice to you. 
“I love you,” doesn’t work? 
Slow down a whole lot more. There’s a crying child inside you, begging for your attention. A child who’s been hurting a long long time, living through your messages of,
I hate my job, 
I hate my life,
I hate my partner,
I hate my body
I hate this food I have to eat
I hate my this or that. This isn’t right. That sucks. He sucks. Life sucks.
I hate hate hate……
If this is the kind of thing you’ve been telling yourself (and please be honest with not me, but YOU), then when you finally start to say, 
“I love you,”
to yourself, and nothing happens as fast as the microwave can warm up last night’s dinner, I beg you be patient and gentle with yourself. 
Please, don’t blow yourself off. 
..Decades of “I hate, don’t like etc etc, compared to a few seconds of “I love you.” 
See what I mean? Keep going. You owe it to yourself to love yourself. Don’t you…? 

We’re supposed to get everything we desire in life, everything. The key is to unlock our heart, and it locks up again, go back and unlock it over and over again.  

Allow me to reiterate – Like our breath, and the beating of our hearts, life isn’t supposed to be difficult and we don’t have to “try to make it work out.” We don’t have to try to breath, we just do- thank God/The Universe, The Powers that be. Thank Yourself…

This young talented boy loves himself and doesn’t even know it. He’s so connected and doesn’t have to search for the meaning of life, he is life. He is beautiful. He is perfect, as are we all. 

May we help the next wave of children, our angels, stay connected to that very thing that makes them shine, and not for a second surpress or take advantage of their greatness for our own gains. You be great for YOU, not living vicariously through your child. Don’t stamp out the art that he/she has come to this life with, by forcing practicing, by forcing anything. Just let them be. 

How do we do that? You already know the answer, ‘love yourself,’ and teach them the way of love, self-love, by just being.

May you be blessed. ❤

DIY Body Care- Shampoo

Ready for it? 

Your very first homemade shampoo, and all you need are two ingredients. 

1 cup water
1 tbsp baking soda 

Use an old shampoo bottle if you fancy (anything squeezy which has a twist off lid). Add the ingredients, give it a shake and wash. 

That’s all there is to it, really, soon you’ll be experimenting away as well. 🙂 

With shampoo picture to the right, I actually boiled the water first, so that when I added the lavender, it would assimilate better. Whilst doing so, I added a pinch of clove powder, and then a few drops of honey, (when the mixture was still warm, but not cold), and with everything I make from food to clothes to body care, a heartful of love. 

The result?

Awesomeness. 🙂 

For a long time already, I’d only been washing my hair about once a week, with normal shampoo, so the switch was incredibly easy, and there wasn’t much change, except that my hair does seem to try faster (whilst still under a towel). It feels like it does after I go swimming in the sea, which is a good feeling all in all. 

At first I didn’t use my normal ‘conditioner,’ which good old coconut oil, and found that my hair, which is now past my waist, was quite dry. The oil brought back life, shine and shape to my curls.:) After washing, I comb out my hair and add a few drops of coconut oil to the ends. 

I had did have an issue with dandruff before going shampoo free, which I was hoping would resolve itself in the process, though it didn’t. I believe I’ve fixed that with an egg mask that I used on my scalp last week. 

Quite simply, I just put a whole egg on my scalp and left if for a few hours. Seemed to have done the trick. 

Yesterday before washing, I rubbed coconut oil directly onto my scalp (instead of the egg- the smell was a bit much for me). I’ll carry on doing it for another few washes, to stimulate the natural oils again. Let’s see. 

Yurai, my husband, is game for au natural – which I’m so happy about. Never have I had to convince him of any of these ideas. (As he still uses product for his ever growing hair, I’m going to try a natural gel, made of flax seeds for him). 

The curls & ends of my hair 
From top to bottom

Top view 


I’d already gone natural with toothepaste over a year ago, which Yurai took to very easily when we first got together. 

Another very simple concoction with the two main ingredients already mentioned above, in differing quantities. 

It’s simply equal parts of coconut oil, and baking soda. 

I’ll be the first to tell you that it’s no ‘Colgate,’ in terms of taste, though that can be easily remedied. 
A drop or two of essential oils does the trick. I was using cinnamon in the past (essential oil), and this time I added cinnamon powder itself. Does the trick. 
My teeth aren’t falling out, AND my gums are no longer bleeding. 

Baking soda, coconut oil and even vinegar, seem to have become staples of so much of what I make. Incorporated into everything from food to cleansing agents. 
With coconut oil, I also do ‘pulling,’ which is essentially a spoon of coconut oil in your mouth being swished around for up to 20 minutes. There are numerous benefits to pull oil in your mouth, like detoxing your body, oral hygiene, whiter teeth, etc. Here’s a wonderful article on the subject, by the good folks over at  For me, pulling was a starter to going natural. 

Back to cleansing agents, it’s only just now, in pondering this post that I’ve realized I’ve not even bought cleaning detergents whilst living in this apartment, since February, aside from dishwash soap and laundry detergent. Not to say that I don’t clean, only that I use what I already have- either dishwash/the last drops of laundry soap. It’s so much easier to clean the floors too, which I do with a rag, as there’s not stickiness afterwards from detergent. 

These days, I’m using vinegar & water more and more, (along with baking soda for the oven, and leftover lemons when I have them). 

Though it’s not the main reason, not having much money (which I’ll blog about when I’m inspired to), has helped me to get more in touch with myself and with that comes a much more simpler and natural way of life. Truly a blessing in disguise. 

What I don’t have right now, I must not need, as everything is always provided the moment when I need it. 

Such is the mantra of the universe, “Everything always works out.”

I think that money post will come sooner than later. 😉 

Drop me a line if you have questions regarding the shampoo, and play around with nature. Put honey on your face, or banana, leave it on for a few minutes, see what happens. 🙂

Much love to you guys. 

"Modern Abstinence" – 24 hours of Complete Solitude

I wrote a post a couple weeks back, called “Going Far Far Away,” just before the events of this post- before, ‘leaving again.’

Technically, I didn’t go very far, either time. I went into the ‘ashram of my mind,’ and this time, even further. 

On the eve of 21 July, I went to bed as usual, though a little excited for the day to come. 

My eyes popped open before sunrise, and with both of our phones & computer switched off, I was reliant on the sun to tell me what time it was. Around 5am, I thought – perfect. I had about an hour’s walk ahead of me and wanted to avoid the searing heat, leaving as early as possible. 

Off I went, en route to Yurai’s (my husband) place, and what was I to do there? 

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. 

As mentioned, I’d already gone into ‘the ashram of my mind,’ a week prior, in my own flat, and was curious to see how I’d be in another environment with no ‘distractions.’ 

Yurai had also done it around the same time as myself, but for three days. Such an enriching experience, he decided to open his doors to others to be able to delve into the depths of themselves, like we had. 

In essence, I was the first to try out his place. 
In “The Garden of Peace,” (Yurai’s home), you won’t find much at all. 

The Jellyfish room has a mattress on the floor, with a bedside lamp. 
The Mandala room has a chair, and Dominika sits atop the window sill. 
There is no computer, nor radio, nor TV. 
The kitchen is basic, with an empty fridge in a side room, which generally remains off. 
There is a juicer, though I opted not to eat or drink at all (besides water). 

My experience: 
I had no expectations going in, and just went with my flow. I was curious as to what might come up, especially without even so much as a pen and paper to write or draw this time. 

After I arrived, I put my bag down, myself right after, and fell asleep, only to awake some time later to a jackhammer which seemed to be drilling right inside my ear, despite being four floors down. 

Before I accepted the noise I was totally annoyed. With acceptance, it faded into the background. 

Awake again, and with energy, what to do? 


I laid down on the ground in the Mandala room, observing my mind, allowing it to wander. 

There wasn’t much there, contrary to the week prior. No anger came up this time, no repetitive negative thoughts for me to deal with, so I went into the love mantra. 

“I love you Munjeet Sehra,” was where I started, before sending love to others. Names were just popping into my mind, so I loved the person who showed up. 

It was during this time that I became emotional. I was deeply content and at peace already, and when Yurai came up, I felt an even more overwhelming sense of love, in and around me. It was really something wonderful and that was the only time I cried – tears of joy. 

I continued to stretch my body and mind, remaining in yoga for much of my stay, without an inkling of physical time. Nothing mattered at all. I realised in the days after that I never paced, nor looked for something to do. Such a different ‘trip,’ from the first one, that I cannot encourage you enough to try. 

Having stared at the Mandala, for a long time, I turned round to face the windows, still laying on the ground, looking out at the sky. I used to do this a lot as a child, and started doing it again last year (more regularly), as I find such peace in the sky. 

That was my day. In and out of sleep, meditation, drinking water, releasing it…Sometimes I would move back to the jellyfish room to sit/lay on the mattress as opposed to the hard floor. 

When there, I spent a great deal of time watching the transparent fuscia jellyfish, which seem to float along the walls. I observed how they were painted, and imagined myself recreating them. It was incredible to see the shades of that room change as darkness set in. The jellyfish turned a more vibrant fuscia, and the water went from a sky blue to a marvellous teal, much like that of the most beautiful beach you can imagine. 

Observing this work of art, I imagined myself painting a cherry blossom tree in Yurai’s kitchen. Also in my imagination, I created all kinds of food…All things which made my heart smile. At times, I sang aloud, and I observed this voice I’ve been given, this body, this hair. 

As the jellyfish and water transformed at dusk, I listened to and watched the birds outside, playing. Playing like children play. Laughing, singing, dancing in the sky, putting on a great performance. 

Out of the blue, I had a notion that birds and cats are are aliens, whilst dogs are more ‘us,’ more human like.  Suppose that comes from a lot of observing! 😉 

As in the video – an interview with Yurai about my experience – what gave me “stress,” was awakening the following morning, knowing that Yurai was to arrive at 9am, marking the end of my 24 hours in solitude – and that then I would get to create the things of my imagination. 

True, I was totally anxious, excited, and raring to go – like a five year old girl, about to go to an amusement park. 

What a brilliant experience, and a week later, I feel evermore calm. 

My period arrived, with barely any pain this time round. For three months it came with excruciating pain, and that lifted. I was/have been more expressive, in a loving way over the last week – which was a wondrous thing for me to experience….It was, has been ‘awesome,’ for lack of a better word. 😉 

I practise some form of solitude when I feel I need to, and am getting used to my body telling me to switch off. 

You see, I have days when the last thing I want, is to get on my phone or computer, or see anyone. I too have crappy moments, and sometimes awake feeling out of balance. 
This is my form of self-love and self-care, and in switching off, I’m able to carry on living out my dharma, being a source of light for myself first, then others. 

Solitude is bliss, and we can do it anywhere, any time. The notion that you have to go far far away, to a distant and eastern land, to find yourself is ok for those who have the means to do so. 
Does it work? What happens when you return to your natural/own environment? Can you sustain the richness of what you felt, the things in  you that shifted upon your return? 

Better perhaps to start in your own space. It doesn’t matter where you go, as the answers are always inside you. So you need not go far, just into the ashram of your mind. 

Try going inward in your own home first, and see what happens. Be an observer of you, to then become your own healer. 

Huge thanks to my dear husband, for opening up his space, not just for me but for anyone who wishes to go on this inward journey. ❤

Peace, love and light. 

A Decade Since Freedom

So after 24 hours in complete solitude, I went head first into four Indian Feasts over the course of six days. 

There are so many pictures to put up, and I start with this: an appetizer of homemade masala bread, with apricot chutney, also made by yours truly, paired with a spoon of bryndza/sheep cheese- the perfect combination of Indian & Slovak tastes. 
Moving forward, I’ve shifted from cooking to writing. 

Last night, whilst falling into a dream state, I was reminded of something which gives way for me to celebrate – not that life itself is not a celebration- though this piece of writing is that of breaking free, the beginning of discovery and love of myself. 

It dawned on me that May 2015 marked a decade of my freedom.  My wings had just started to thaw out having left my ex-husband after eight years together, in late 2004. For the first time in my life, I was solo, and with that came the impulse to pack my bags and leave everything behind me, to head back to the country where I was born- England. 

That’s what happened in May 2005. 

On an aside, in telling my husband this ‘revelation,’ just now, he too, had one of his own. Wouldn’t you believe that Yurai also left, not just his ex-wife, but her country too, and made his way back home, from Japan to Slovakia…? 

Oh, the synchronicity that sings to us. It’s not enough that both Yurai and I were married to our respective ex’s in three separate ceremonies, (this much we already knew), we met each other 10 years later, and for me, to the exact month, & possibly even to the day that I left my ex-husband.
Thanks Universe, for your cheeky way of sharing our secrets to us- always conspiring. 🌞
I didn’t know that I would marry again, (& almost did twice), but with Yurai, there was no question. 
Sometime in December, and yes, shortly after we met, we ‘tied the knot,’ literally. 
On the very same finger that we’d previously worn a wedding ring, we each tied layers of intertwined red thread on one another. 

There was nothing traditional about our sacred union, as we long recognized that there’s little that’s traditional about the pair of us, each in our own world, which we synchronize and share with the other. 
On that day in December 2014, in the state of love, with God as our witness, we United, in the temple of our minds. 

The toughest part of leaving Canada, was seeing my father become emotional at the airport, when it was time for me to go. 

Rarely did I see him cry, and there he was, my hero, tears spilling. My heart ached, but still, the decision was made, my own, & I had to go, heart heavy & all. I had to fly away from my Superhero – both my mother & father combined. 

We’d had such a rough time together until just a few years prior, when we’d allowed our past to settle, so even then, I knew that we were all so blessed to be in the state of love, and no longer in fear.

I was and am very lucky for the way my life has shaped out, in regards to my Superhero- 
especially after I ran away, 
especially after being disowned, 
especially for marrying someone I chose, instead of following tradition & having an arranged marriage, especially after they surrendered & accepted me, 
only for me to walk away. 

Should they have stuck to ‘the rules,’ I was supposed to be shunned from the family for divorcing my then husband, but they did the opposite. They loved, the best way they knew how. 
My God, I love and miss them dearly. 

Back to my 10 year anniversary out of Canada, I am much much lighter now. 

Just like when I moved back to England, with my life in a couple of suitcases, I could do the same now. 

Since divorcing, I’ve never had much more than I can move around in a car (someone else’s), and now I have even less, and could probably fit my life again, into a couple of suitcases.

I don’t own a home or a car, have just enough food in my fridge, practice the songs of my heART, and live simply, in the state of love, with a man who’s heart is a match of my own, my dear husband, Yurai – such a beautiful soul. who shifts and blossoms continuously. 

Life is simple, and where I used to think that being called a ‘simpleton,’ was offensive, I am that, I am. 

I am simple. 

Peace & Love to you too, always. 

Going Far Far Away

I’m off again shortly, but before I tell you where, allow me to tell you about my last trip: 

What my mind felt like today- blossoming

15 July, 2015

I woke up brand new, so alive today. Even the air was different, and I felt like I was floating when walking. 

Finally I awoke with a smile and resumed my regular morning activities, unlike the past few days. 

I did my water meditation, went for my usual walk through the vineyards, even had my camera (phone), to take pictures. 

Homemade shampoo, inspired by dear friend
Ashley Binford of Binford’s All Naturals 🙂

I was finally inspired to get back to you, back to social media, but was side tracked in the kitchen – making shampoo, then ended up cleaning the entire flat (like I had my mind), before stopping everything to watch the clouds roll by, and finally heading off to a friends to cook an Indian Feast. 

Indian Feasting with Friends- Veg & Rice 
Lentils & Chicken Curry -my style

The story was quite the opposite only yesterday. Not only did I not want to see anyone, I lacked the motivation for even my own routine stuff. That’s when I decided I was going away, way inside myself- let’s call it ‘going within.’ 

I pretty much got up, sat on the couch, doing the love mantra, as I so often do,  (I love you Munjeet Sehra), though this, whatever I was experiencing was a mega toughie. I hadn’t felt this heaviness in a while, being so ‘off,’ and without reason, or so I thought – the reasons came. 

In going quiet from everyone and everything, I eventually got angry, and then very sad. I fell asleep in my misery and awoke sometime later in the afternoon, not feeling all that much better. 

On an aside, I offer you the details of my life, so as to show you the many shades it has, the many shades of me. 
I am whole, and I am perfect- this does not evade me, ever, (anymore).

The beauty of getting to wear this human body is that we do have emotions, many of them, and our 5+ senses. To be in a body is to actually be in bliss, and walk heaven on earth with all that we’ve been given. 

Solitude reminded me of all that. Solitude reminded me of how eternally lucky I am to be alive. 

Collard Greens & Buckwheat in Chili & Garlic
My version of a ‘dump cake/crumble.’

The anger prolonged after I awoke, and not having made strict rules with myself for my day away, I decided I would eat after all. Getting creative always helps me, so I made something lovely for my tummy – something new, (which I’m adding to my foodblog, when I return from going within), and then got it in my mind to make a mandala. 

The one pictured was based on the head of a poppy. In the centre of the page, I traced out the head, and everything else came to be, from that shape.

A ‘Love Mandala,’

The beauty of nature – Poppy Heads 

The anger eventually dissipated whilst I coloured away, and I understood clearly where it came from and with whom it had to do with. This surprised me much, and told me that what I needed was more love, not less. That the person I was angry towards, had no business of it- it was not their issue at all- just mine. 

I knew that, tough as it was, what I was going through, was for my betterment, that much I trusted absolutely. 

My day pretty much ended with creating and coloring in, the ‘Love Mandala,’ & even though I went to bed very sad, with lots of tears, I awoke as this post began, in the state of love again, at peace, born again to another day. 

Interestingly enough, I’d already started to lessen my time on social media (it’s by no means an issue for me, rather that taking time off from it, like anything, is rejeuvanating- and reminds me why I do what I do). 

During the water meditation this morning, the message was loud and clear: show love, the path of love. 

I may not be a regular blogger, vlogger, or regular anything, but I do listen to the kid in me, who’s my guiding light. That is my pattern, to hear her voice when she’s upset, drop everthing & nurture her. 

So we’ve come to the end of this post, and I don’t end without telling you that I’m doing it again. I’m going away, ‘Going Within,’ – back into the ashram of my mind–  but this time I’m leaving my flat and going to Yurai’s (my husband’s), place – where there is bare minimum, and absolutely no distractions. 

I’m curious how I’ll fare, with absolutely nothing. No writing, no cooking, (I’m choosing to fast, and will drink water only), no designing, no creativity, no computer, no phone. 

Nothing but me, myself and I, and all the things that come up, that I’m stuffing away, not wanting to deal with. 

Yurai did it last week for three days, which he did a vlog about (in Slovak)

Going offline shortly. See you on the other side. 🌞

Much love & peace to you. 

"Piyar & Soleil:" an Interview with Vlado Kral of 9Muz

This is the translated version, from Slovak, of the interview that took place on 02 July, 2015, about my first published book – a fairy tale called “Piyar & Soleil: In Vintascia’s Realm.” Mega thanks to Vlado Kral for the interview! 🙂

I wrote this book as a form of self therapy. The story is based on real events from my life recounted in a fantastical way.
In short, it’s about a couple who are reconnected after lifetimes apart. Everything is perfect until an unseen force of evil comes their way, which causes each of the characters’ own shadows and demons to come out, disconnecting them in the meantime.  
Piyar, (the male character), goes away in effort to deal with the imbalance within him, initiated by the evil force, all the while hoping that he and Soleil will reunite. 

Eventually she finds her way back to him through her subconscious, whilst in a dream state.
As writing the story was cathartic for my soul, it’s much like IT was writing through me. I was writing mostly in the middle of the night, very intuitively, and without thought. I would awake, pick up a pen and just write. ( I still have all my night time scribbles 🙂).
In the morning, I’d read what I’d written and sometimes even be blown away at what had come up. That’s it really, the story, (and names included), came to/through me. There wasn’t any thought involved with ‘Piyar,’ which translates to ‘love’ in Punjabi, and ‘Soleil,’ which translates to (sun) light in French. I suppose it was the Indian & Canadian in me, coming out. 🙂 
I’d liken the story to Cinderella, I love it, I love fairy tales. For example, Maleficent, is a fairy-tale ‘for children,’ though I really like it. My story is possible for older readers who would understand what it is about, but younger readers can also gain from it.  The whole story is written in rhyme, so it would sing to a child. 
As a kid, I loved rhymes. It’s one of the things that I remember most from childhood,  especially when we moved from England to Canada and I learned English, rhymes helped me a lot.
No it wasn’t.  I wrote the whole tale in just a few months, and it contained only two rhyming verses, each about four sentences. I was pleased to be finished, but when I reread the whole thing, I knew I had to start from scratch, putting everything into rhyme.
Of course it took longer, but the process was similar as before. I got up at night and the words just came to me and I wrote.
I love food, and am such a “foodie”, so I cook and then share their ideas and recipes on my Food Blog, though what gives me the greatest joy and love though, is teaching others how to heal themselves. Everything else is really just an extension of this. So whether I cook wonderful food, or design a dress, it’s all based on the love, which I in turn, can give to others.
Basically it all comes from my experience, my life’s journey. I used to think that fitness and a healthy diet were very important to us loving  ourselves (the only way).
But only through the process of my own healing, I understood that it’s about pouring love into ourselves, by taking a moment to stop and do something for ourselves.  It could be anything, a walk in the park or meditation.

For me, it literally means to stop everything, sit or lie down, and repeat ‘I love you Munjeet Sehra,’ – my personal ‘love mantra.’ It is a simple yet strong show of love & respect to my being.

That’s part of what I do. I teach people how to reach deep into themselves to heal, by learning how to love themselves, (which actually, my husband and I both do), by way of Tapping/EFT – literally teaching others how to tap into their own energy to resolve emotional problems. 
Tapping/EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique), goes hand in hand with self-love. It’s worked such wonders for us that we decided to write a book about it called, ‘Modern Alchemy for Emotional Freedom.’

You know, I always ask people when they last said ‘I love you,’ to themselves. And the answer is usually never. This is a problem, because so often we say things like: “You’re an idiot,” or “what a stupid thing you just said,…etc etc” to ourselves, so why can we not say “I love you?”
The first person to come to mind is Richard Branson, he’s just brilliant. In general, I’m inspired by anyone who’s ‘self-made,’ who’s broken the rules and made their own, maybe ridiculed at the beginning, but didn’t give up. Richard Branson is one of those people for me, regardless of what anyone says.
EFT/ Modern Alchemy for Emotional Freedom:

Closing the circle, the name of my fairy tale is love and light, which is basically my message to people. Things that we lack are not outside of us, they are already within us, so if you look inside yourself, you will find your own love and light.

Peace and love, ❤