Why have I grown up the way I have? Why do I want all these blogs I am writing put into a book? These are questions that have been pivotal in shaping my journey. Being the middle child, often deemed different, resonates with me entirely—I've always felt distinct. Not in a negative way, but as someone who never adhered to the rules of societal norms, especially in my thoughts and connections with God and the spirit realm, compared to my interactions with family.
My path didn't align with religion and church; instead, it was a direct conversation with God and spirits from an early age. The teachings from Church, school, parents, and peers never quite sat right with me. Despite begrudgingly attending church every Sunday with my strict Catholic parents, I found no solace in those hour-long sessions. The secretive pinches from my mother only added discomfort to those memories.
However, once home, the night unfolded a different story. Hours were spent in bed, engaging in conversations and posing questions to God, Angels, and spirit guides. Answers came, though the source remained a mystery. It wasn't until maturity led me to distinguish between ego and soul that I realized the divine nature of those messages.
Disappointment struck when an early sighting of Angels was dismissed as nonsense. Still, the quest persisted, fueled by the belief that something was amiss on this planet. My perspective on how we should live and what we should learn about our existence gravitated toward love and the soul.
Entering my teens, I embraced drinking and dabbled in drugs, unknowingly embarking on a journey that mirrored the majority. Succumbing to societal expectations, I lived according to the dictates of governments, banks, church, peers, and media—following their truths that, in reality, were far from the truth. Reflecting on this destructive journey, I recognize it as a necessary exploration, allowing me to comprehend life from the perspective of others.
A decade of living as expected, pushing my body to its limits through substance abuse, and fully testing its resilience came to a crashing halt at 23. A spiritual connection with a doctor, later revealed to be an inexplicable meeting, delivered a profound message—continue on this destructive path, and your earthly time is limited to three months. Looking back, those words were the intervention I needed to retrace my steps and realign with my soul's purpose.
Regrets are absent when I reflect on that period; it served its purpose. What I gleaned most was how not to live life like others. Every individual possesses a brain, a body, and a soul; prioritizing the soul allows the rest to fall into place.
So why a book? The answer is simple—why not? Messages from the spirit realm have long hinted at me writing not just a book but books. Despite minimal schooling and early entry into the workforce to fuel my vices, the idea of writing seemed distant. The belief that only smart people write books crumbled as I embraced the notion that anyone can write a book with common sense and a creative mind. My life experiences and learnings guide me on this quest to share my story with the masses.
I don't claim superiority; my hope is that one of my blogs in the upcoming book helps even just one person. It's an act from God, an opportunity to extend a guiding hand to someone in need of an alternate perspective. The interconnectedness of all beings encourages a little more help, love, and care for each other—ingredients that could contribute to making our planet a better place.
Negative comments from those still asleep to these truths are expected, but they won't deter me. Comments, whether positive or negative, contribute to the conversation and may even aid in the book's recognition. Ultimately, I leave it to you, the reader, to judge and find resonance in my words.
In Love Light and Blessings.