O- Occult

The Unseen Within or a Myth or something forbidden!!

In a land where मंत्र (mantras) rise with the morning sun, and shadows are not always darkness— the occult is not outside us; it lives quietly in what we do not question.

India does not wake up in silence.

It wakes up in sound. Mandir bells ringing. In the soft murmur of

“ॐ नमः शिवाय”

drifting through early mornings, n the steady rhythm of breath and belief.

घरों में जहाँ एक माँ ठहरकर

अपने बच्चे की नज़र उतारती है,

और मंदिरों में जहाँ घंटियाँ सिर्फ बजती नहीं—

वे गूंजती हैं।

You’ve seen it.

A mother pausing at the door before her child leaves for school—

a quick नजर उतारना, almost instinctive.

Not explained.

Not questioned.

Just… done.

Or that moment before an exam, when even the most rational mind folds its hands—not out of habit, but hope.

एक चम्मच दही और चीनी खा कर निकालना नानी कहा करती थीं

We don’t call it occult here.

We call it faith.

We call it habit.

We call it parampara.

Rooted in the vastness of Hinduism, these practices were never meant to be mysterious. But India has never been only gentle. There are stories we hear in hushed tones.

Of someone who “went to a baba.”

Of rituals done in secrecy.

Of warnings passed down— “Don’t go there… don’t get involved…”

These evolved from mundane (like wearing black clothes on other days except Saturday is inauspicious to more complex like peepal ke jhad ke neeche mat khade rehna)

And just like that, curiosity becomes fear, not because curiosity is gone but fear is pulling back.

Because beyond the familiar, there are paths that do not comfort— they confront. The quiet intensity of Tantra, not as whispered taboo, but as a science of energy— asking you not to escape yourself, but to meet every part of you.

Have you met Aghoris?

The unsettling stillness of the Aghori, who walk where most of us would turn away—not to worship darkness,but to dissolve the fear of it.

And the fierce gaze of the Mahavidyas—where the divine is not always soft.

These are not stories meant to scare. But they are not easy stories either.

And so, we simplify them. We turn them into warnings.

Into myths.

Into something to stay away from. What was profound became “dangerous.”

What was transformative became “dark.”

The word occult settled in—heavy, misunderstood, distant.

क्योंकि जिस चीज़ को समझने के लिए हम ठहरते नहीं,

उससे डरना आसान होता है।

जो हमारी समझ से परे है,

उसे समझ पाना बहुधा सबसे कठिन होता है।

Between the prayer we whisper openly, and the beliefs we quietly carry.

But look closely—the unseen was never divided.

It exists ……in the child who talks to “someone” invisible, (have you had an imaginary friend?)

Or a spooky feeling in a new place !!!

in the gut feeling you can’t explain,

in the sudden connection—or discomfort—

you feel with someone you just met.

We don’t question it then.

We just feel it.

Not everything unseen is dark.

Not everything intense is dangerous.

Some things are simply… deeper.

This blogpost is a part of series of 3 and part of Blogchatter A2Z challenge 2026.

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