Just saw this article, thought it was interesting: https://www.reddit.com/r/todayilearned/comments/1ri6syl/til_over_40_years_researcher_ian_stevenson_md/

Our 12:00 p.m. session is staying. We’re exploring adding one more time and want to schedule it when it works best for you. Which of these Central Time options would you most likely attend? • 8:00 a.m. • 5:00 p.m. • 6:00 p.m. If none of these work, drop a comment with what would. Vote below.

We didn't always rely on scholars to teach us how to feel. We didn't always need doctors to learn to heal. We didn't always watch the news. We didn't always bandaid a cut or bruise. We didn't always turn blind eyes to what's out of scope. We didn't always need therapy to learn how to cope. The world has changed. Obviously true But there's still not much difference between me and you. What's different is often what we believe. What closes our eyes and what we see. There in the stillness we find we have choice Even things without words, still have a voice So sit with yourself and let spirit guide When worth truly comes... it comes from inside. Perhaps in the fullness of who you are You'll find even stars dont seem so far. There's nothing wrong with chasing a dream Just remember your purpose was always To BE. ♥️🫶🙏Tori Cadry

In my life, faith and trust in self and in the source of creation came online first. I have always had a very internal world. [Hearing impairment and sensory issues caused developmental delays in early life] I understood faith differently than those around me. It was always there, always proving its existence to me. It was the one thing I could rely on. This truth came before words. For me these were not invisible concepts. There was concrete proof as potent and undeniable as gravity that we are connected to something bigger than ourselves. I understood spirit as anti gravity. faith and trust were a natural byproduct of a real connection with the unseen world. Life itself, was the proof. A mathematical improbability, and yet... we are here. What some saw in me, had them assuming that I was limited, that I had no mental capacity. I had an "active imagination" they said... "don't talk about such things, they will take you away and experiment on you!" I knew differently. My twin, knew differently. Later, we found i had an advanced intelligence. I was absorbing enough context to understand before I spoke. Not slow, but right on time. In second grade I read every book in my school library. When they capped my access to books past 6th grade my mother advocated for me. She fought with who ever she needed to fight with to unlock those bars. I remember she said... "Special has to mean something and for it to mean something you have to let evolution do its work. It won't come all at once, but how dare you limit a child's dreams! She might save your life one day. None of us can know what she is capable of... don't you think we should let her try?!" I don't speak of it much even today. There was evidence that supported my family's fears. My difference frightened them. Things i would say that were later true... frightened them. Telling them what ancestors would say when I never met them... with accuracy... frightened them. But truth didn't require compliance to exist for me.

What’s the difference between trust and faith? Can you trust that there’s an awareness here that can carry you through this life? Can you have faith that there’s something mysterious, present, quietly supporting you? For me, there isn’t much difference between faith and deep trust. Where do our best ideas come from anyway? Most of them don’t feel manufactured. They arrive. They emerge from somewhere beyond deliberate thought. You’ve heard the phrase, “When it rains, it pours.” I don’t really believe in coincidence. Life doesn’t feel random or chaotic in that way. What if things are unfolding precisely as they need to—showing you exactly what you need to see? Some might call that naïve or overly optimistic. But it’s still a choice, isn’t it? You can trust that you’re a victim of circumstances. Or you can have faith that what’s happening is shaping you, refining you, revealing something. A friend once said, “If one is enlightened, even a pebble has its perfect place.” To me that means this: every pebble has its place. Nothing is misplaced. Nothing is wasted. There are no real mistakes—only movements within a larger unfolding. That’s hard to feel when you’re in pain. When there’s loss. When there’s confusion. Suffering doesn’t politely explain itself. And yet, often it’s suffering that drives us to look deeper. It pushes us to question, to seek, to wake up. For me, meditation has become an exercise in trust. A quiet, steady faith that there is awareness here—prior to thought, prior even to intention as we usually understand it. If I look closely, I can sense intention forming before the story begins. Before the mind elaborates. And when I rest there—before the narrative—I can follow that subtle intention. Not as impulse. Not as ego. But as something aligned with clarity. With care. With benefit for all beings. I don’t know. This has been helpful for me. Maybe it’s helpful for you. What would it feel like to rest a little deeper into trust? To lean into faith—not as belief in a concept—but as relaxation into what’s already here?