My religion and spirituality are very dear to me.
They’ve helped forged my best and most redeeming qualities, and they’ve been there for me during the darkest periods of my life. I strongly believe they will continue to provide me support and guidance as I trek upon the path which lays ahead in my current birth.
Regardless, I never spoke much about these topics; they were suppressed beneath several, matted layers of disbelief and fear…
That is, until quite recently.
Don’t get me wrong: my reservations were never because I lack confidence in Prabhu/God, but rather, because I struggle to have faith in myself.
I’ve grappled for a long time with my supposed spiritual capabilities… More so, the question of whether I actually have them.
No matter how much proof God gave me that they exist, I always found ways to cloud, deny, and avoid the larger truth I didn’t want to face.
I only ever wanted God. Nevertheless, I also received a set of mystical abilities which refuse to let me elude them.