Stranger than most

These days, I'm hesitant to put words to paper, almost as if I'm afraid of what will come out.

According to spiritual teachings, significant transformations are currently occurring globally on an energetic level as we collectively strive to build a new and improved world. However, all unresolved issues, including deep-seated emotions and conflicts, must be addressed to bring forth this new world, which seems to manifest in a continuous stream of scandals worldwide.

This concept is relevant both on a societal and personal level. This may be the underlying reason for the current pandemic, as it has compelled us to introspect and address previously ignored or forgotten issues. I have found myself grappling with various emotions and memories resurfacing, making it challenging to comprehend the significance of it all.

It feels like I have arrived at a particular juncture, a starting point. I gaze around, pondering what lies ahead. I am content not knowing the specifics, not requiring a detailed roadmap, for when change is imminent, I trust that unforeseen opportunities will arise, guiding me along the path I am meant to tread.

After years of hard work, I have finally transformed into the person I've always wanted to be. It's a peculiar feeling. Society often encourages individuals to practice meditation, self-reflection, gratitude, letting go, and embracing the present moment. I never anticipated that I would achieve this transformation.

Living like this feels like stepping into an alternate reality. I don't fully understand how things work here, so I feel a deep sense of calm as if paused. I'm unsure of where to go while I consider my next steps. I'll be patient and see what happens. It's difficult to put into words.

It makes me uneasy that many aspects of my daily routine mirror religious practices, such as praying, having faith in a higher power, and expressing gratitude. Despite this, there is a certain charm in starting the day feeling thankful for being alive and reciting a mantra before getting out of bed (May the light in me be the light I see before me. May I learn to see it in all. May the sound I utter, reveal the light in me. May I listen to it while others speak).

Every morning, I perform a sun salutation ritual to immerse myself in the sun's energy on all levels - mental, emotional, conceptual, and physical. I strive to focus on the positive aspects of others and myself, living in the present without worrying about the future. This practice helps me stay grounded during emotional turmoil or moments of self-doubt, reminding me to be patient with myself and embrace the learning process.

To be honest, I feel like I've become quite the weirdo. It's simpler to remain silent, to pretend to be "normal," to avoid elaborating on my thoughts and experiences, such as the one I had last night when I struggled to sleep and stayed up late. At a particular moment, I sensed an energy descending from above, enveloping not just me but the entire world like a dense indigo blanket reminiscent of the colour of the sixth chakra and the third eye.

As I said, a strange specimen.

I pause my writing because I struggle to find words that won't portray me as overly peculiar. However, such is life. Perhaps we can embrace various aspects of ourselves. Maybe we should focus on accepting our differences and refrain from judging those who are unlike us. Maybe that's the way. I will continue moving forward, approaching each moment as it comes. Let's wait and see what unfolds.