By Param-dhamananda Das
The path of a seeker may look like a winding spiral of returns, where each arrival gently peels back a new layer of the soul’s memory. Ten years ago, I first stepped into the sanctuary of Gokuldham, an eco-village cradled by the whispering, emerald forests of Karnataka. My initial attraction was the beautiful promise of a life unburdened by the modern grid—a place where days are measured solely by the golden arc of the sun and the silver rise of the moon, and the spirit
