Is It Happening in Divine Timing? As a spiritual practitioner myself, I hear these words many times. But is it even true? When we say something will happen in "divine timing," people often stop taking control of their own lives and fail to take action. How damaging that is! They just wait for things to hap…

Chapter 3: The Contrast My dad worked in another country for almost a decade. He would spend nine months there working and three months at home. Every time he came back, he brought so many things — TVs, guitars, a video cassette player, a stereo system with disco lights, radios, CDs, cassette tapes — and more. He al…

Did We Choose Our Life and Manifest It? While it is freeing for some to believe that we made our own decisions before being born, it is crucial to draw a line between our power and other people’s actions. We need to be real, or we will end up blaming ourselves for what others did to us. This effectively removes resp…

Chapter 2: The Decline My loving grandma was well — until the day she wasn’t. Diabetes started taking over, not just her health and her life, but mine too. The strongest memory I have of her beginning to change was the day she became blind. My brother had started bringing his friends to our home. My grandma was stil…

The Witness Did you ever wonder if you are your own mind? If so—are you? If you are, then who is it that is aware you are thinking? Have you ever tried to see your life from the outside, without being dragged down by thoughts and emotions that only bring fear, despair, and hopelessness? Have you ever tried to see o…

Chapter 1: The Crack My first memory was from when I was still crawling. I remember seeing a blue bike behind the door in the dining room. It was so big. I was impressed and fascinated by it. I can still feel the strong curiosity and wonder. I started crawling to get closer to it, and as I moved, I looked up at the …

Introduction We waste so much time adding, building, consuming, accumulating, and gaining that we forget to clean the trash and throw it away. We get so used to "more" that we don’t remove the clutter from the floor before placing new furniture on top of it. It’s like we are just piling up but never using …

Author’s Note This is my story — told through the eyes of the child I was, the person I became, and the soul I’ve always been, slowly unfolding. To protect the privacy of those involved, and to stay focused on what truly matters, many names, relationships, and locations have been changed or left unnamed. This isn’t…