Hey everyone. Welcome to The Light We Carry. I am brahbata, the Buddha of the Age of Aquarius. And… I gotta be honest with you. I created and recorded three different intros for this episode. All of them felt… wrong. Too polished. Too distant from what I actually wanna say. So I’m just gonna talk. Because these are dark days. You feel it, right? In the news, in the silence between friends, in that low-grade anxiety humming in your chest when you check your phone. It’s heavy.
But here’s the thing I keep coming back to, the one thought that won’t let me go. I was born into this world for a reason. You were, too. We all were. And I carry a light. It’s not a floodlight, it’s more like… the little flame on a pilot light. Small, but constant. And I believe it’s the hope of the world. Not naive hope. Not wishful thinking. But the kind of hope that’s a decision. A stubborn refusal to let the darkness have the final word.
I’ve been thinking a lot about backup plans lately. You know, when your main plan falls apart. Well, I believe heaven… the universe, whatever you wanna call that greater intelligence… it always has a plan B. History shows us this. Look back. No tyrant, no empire built on fear, no matter how powerful, has ever outrun time. Time itself is a form of justice. It wears down the monuments to pride and exposes the foundations built on sand.
There’s a law. Older than any constitution, any court, any system of human justice. It’s the law of cause and effect. The Bhagavad Gita talks about it in this beautiful, devastating way. It says that love… real, unconditional love… dissolves everything that is not like itself. Think about that for a moment. It doesn’t fight hate. It doesn’t argue with fear. It just… dissolves it. Like sunlight on frost.
So to those who have spread the darkness. The ones in the pinstripes, in the boardrooms, on the platforms, wrapped in their pride and their certainty… know this. You will pay. And I don’t say that with anger. It’s not a threat from me. It’s just… karma. The cosmos always returns what you give. You can’t outsource cruelty. You can’t hide greed in a shell company forever. The bill comes due. It’s the oldest law in the book.
So what comes next? For us, right now? The immediate path… it’s unclear. It’s foggy. I don’t have a ten-point plan for world peace. But the destination? That’s crystal clear to me. I see a bigger picture. A horizon so far out it’s almost hard to imagine. I’m talking about a millennium. A thousand-year chapter for humanity, built not on more tech or more stuff, but on a foundation of love, genuine happiness, and a hope so solid… it feels like confidence. Like knowing the sun will rise.
So now, I’m gonna ask you for one thing. Just one practice for today. Focus your thoughts. But not on the fear. Don’t feed that monster. Focus on peace. First, peace in the world. Imagine it like a wave, starting right where you are. Then, go deeper. That deep, quiet peace within yourself. The peace that exists underneath the worry, the to-do list, the noise. That’s your light. That’s your pilot flame.
Sisters. Brothers. We have to remember this. We are not separate. The divisions are an illusion, a trick of the light. The person you disagree with politically, the neighbor you don’t understand, the stranger on the other side of the world… we are one. One breath. One heartbeat. One shared, fragile, beautiful experiment in consciousness. When we hurt another, we’re hurting a part of ourselves. When we lift another up, we all rise.
And maybe it’s no accident we’re having this conversation as the year turns. There’s a spirit in the air. You can call it the Christmas spirit, the holiday spirit, the simple human need for warmth in the cold. Whatever it is… may that true spirit—the spirit of this light we carry—illuminate everything. Your home. Your heart. Every shadowy corner we’ve been too afraid to look at.
This isn’t about blind optimism. It’s about choosing your fuel. You can run on fear and anger, but that engine burns dirty and it won’t get you where you truly want to go. Or you can run on that quiet, inner peace. On love that dissolves what isn’t real. It’s the harder choice, especially now. But it’s the only one that leads us forward, together.
So from my heart to yours, from this little pilot light to yours… I wish you peace. Real peace. And a very, very Merry Christmas. Thank you for listening. Keep carrying the light. Be blessed.
brah
