Wisdom of the Sages is a Bhakti-yoga podcast hosted by Raghunath with co-host Kaustubha, a senior educator at the Bhakti Center in New York City. It numbers past seventeen hundred episodes and sounds like two friends who have been having the same conversation for decades. The structure is loose on purpose. An episode might begin mid-thought, cut to the standard welcome, name the city they're calling from, wish someone a happy birthday, and note that the internet is misbehaving. Then a verse gets read and the tone changes without any announcement that it has. Scripture is the spine. The Bhagavad-gita supplies the recurring diagnosis: the belief that one is the controller and the enjoyer, which the hosts treat as the root distortion behind most ordinary unhappiness. They pair it constantly with twelve-step recovery, where the first admission is the same one. Arrogance gets a full episode's attention, framed not as strength but as the most repulsive thing a person can carry, and inseparable from the self-loathing that follows it. The remedy they describe is someone with clarity who isn't shaken by either pose. Outside sources are welcome when they earn their place. Marcus Aurelius sits alongside the Gita in a discussion of equanimity. Carl Jung turns up in a conversation about karma as "cosmic sensitivity training," the idea that circumstances are arranged to teach rather than to punish. Bob Dylan and Smokey Robinson illustrate creative flow — the songwriter as instrument rather than author, and the odd finding that the joy is greater when the credit is smaller. Stories about Krishna and Indra become a case for chastisement as an act of love rather than aggression. One episode proposes a plainer test for devotion: not how loudly a person professes love for God, but whether they can love the great people, the pretty good people, and the jerks that God has actually placed in front of them. Community texture is part of the product, not a distraction from it. Listeners hear about reunions, Prabhupada disciples, travel legs, and people who wander into the room. Sanskrit terms and figures get explained when needed, though the show assumes a returning audience that mostly keeps up. Nothing is scripted tightly. Sentences trail off, one host corrects the other, jokes land in the middle of serious passages. The credibility comes from decades of practice rather than polish, and the register stays casual even when the subject is death, ego, or liberation.