Comments on: Life and Teachings of Ramana Maharshi

By: Maya Fernandez

Tue, 11 Aug 2026 21:06:31 +0000

I sat with “Who am I” for ten minutes. All tension vanished. My mind went silent. Silence holds the answer. Real peace lives inside. Ramana’s path shows the way to true Self.

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By: Lars Andersson

Fri, 26 Jun 2026 10:08:41 +0000

Self inquiry strips away every layer of doubt. I feel that real peace lives in simple silence. The more I ask ‘Who am I’ the more I see my own true nature. My mind finally rests.

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By: Andrea Kovacs

Thu, 14 May 2026 09:42:16 +0000

When I ask “Who am I” I drop every thought. Silence shows the true self. I feel real calm that stays even when the mind starts talking again.

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By: James Callahan

Mon, 11 May 2026 15:23:09 +0000

Turning the mind inward reveals real peace. It happens here and now. Silence holds all answers. When you ask who you are the mind fades and calm arrives.

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By: Aarav Mehra

Mon, 11 May 2026 08:43:06 +0000

Silence can unlock self inquiry. That still point inside holds every answer. When I stop mental rush I feel deep calm. The question “Who am I” clears the path to true self.

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By: Makena Chisulo

Tue, 09 Sep 2025 06:26:10 +0000

For a moment my own mind drops the constant need to explain everythinge. It feels uncomfortable at first, but then it folds into something peaceful.

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By: Tarun Okoye

Sat, 16 Aug 2025 20:13:25 +0000

I used to wrestle so much with the idea of letting go, always thinking I had to figure it all out or become something better. Sitting with Ramana’s teachings feels like a soft rain over that whole inner struggle. Sometimes, I catch myself still trying to “do” awakening, forgetting what’s already quietly here beneath all the searching. There’s a tenderness in realizing the Self doesn’t arrive—it’s not lost. It’s strangely both scary and relieving to stop reaching for some perfect state.

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By: Niazi Okonkwo

Sun, 10 Aug 2025 08:13:26 +0000

There are days I find myself sitting quietly, reading Ramana’s words, and something just dissolves inside me. It’s strange, like I’m longing for answers but then the silence between thoughts actually gives more comfort than any clever explanation. It reminds me of an afternoon I spent in a temple years ago, drifting into a kind of stillness that was both unsettling and deeply soothing, all at once. I guess it’s true, everything is already here, even when I’m busy searching everywhere else.

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