What opens in us when the frameworks we’ve trusted begin to fall away—not in failure, but as an invitation into something more whole?
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Ameeta Kaul’s life unfolded along familiar lines: a bright upbringing in Mumbai, where devotion and intellectual rigor braided together in her family’s values; a steady pursuit of conventional success that carried her through the first three decades of adulthood. But everything changed in 1999, when her father’s sudden death left her staring into the vast silence of unanswerable questions. What is life? What is death? What is going on? In that rupture, something ancient stirred—not a search for certainty, but a slow awakening to a deeper rhythm, one that continues to guide her to this day.
Over the next two decades, Ameeta was re-formed by a series of spiritual teachers and inner openings. The intellectual maps of Ken Wilber gave her permission to include faith in a world that had taught her to revere thought. The radical self-inquiry of Byron Katie helped her loosen her grip on belief itself. But it was with Adyashanti—her teacher for over 18 years—that she felt most deeply met. Under his guidance, her compass shifted. Life no longer needed to be figured out. It could be inhabited, loved, and lived from within.
Nearly two decades later, on the sacred land of Taos, she received the name Moving Mountain—a soul name that marked not a pinnacle reached, but a deeper descent. Here, she began to feel the subtle presence of the Goddess in her daily life, the living silence of Neem Karoli Baba, the quiet guidance of Shirdi Sai Baba who had been with her since childhood. These threads didn’t replace her earlier ways of knowing; they re-wove them into something softer, fuller, more intimate with the moment.
Ameeta’s path has never been one of flashy revelation or spiritual branding. It has been a walk of steady humility—marked by quiet reckonings, daily refinements, and an ever-deepening trust in life as a field of service. Her core invitation to others is this: Everything and everyone in Life is serving Life. Even in our moments of dissonance, we can ask what is ours to give—and begin again, from love.
She now shares her journey through one-on-one spiritual coaching and Moving Mountain Academy, an offering that invites seekers to live from their essence rather than their conditioning. With each conversation, she holds space for others to meet themselves more truly—not as a goal to attain, but as a remembrance of what never left.
Rooted in Bangalore with her husband Sushil and daughter Richa, she continues to live in quiet gratitude for the many teachers—seen and unseen—who walk beside her.
Join us in conversation with this soulful wayfarer, who walks as a mountain moves—with devotion, depth, and a listening heart.
I love having deep conversations with people and offering a space where we can feel free to be our true selves, to explore what that means, without worrying about wearing masks in order to be accepted.
My father's bout with cancer in 1998 and subsequent death completely upended my life journey and changed my priorities as it provoked not only deep grief but undeniable questions : what is death, what is life, what is really going on? Soon after I met my spiritual teacher Adyashanti and I remain an inner space explorer.
A recent one I listened to was by Father Gregory Boyle. A gang member named Nellie said to him that she wished he was God, and when he asked why, she replied that because then she would be allowed into Heaven. And Father Boyle said that he would not want to be in a heaven where Nellie was not allowed.
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Keep being yourself as truly as you can and so serve Life with the greatest love.