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Trusting the unseen
Trusting the unseen
I was raised to believe in what could be measured. Proof, evidence, the things you can point to. Anything else was wishful thinking, the mind playing tricks, comfort for people who couldn't face reality.
Then Honey came and went, and I started noticing things I couldn't explain. Signs. A sense of presence. Moments of knowing that arrived from somewhere other than my thinking mind. The old me would have explained them away.
I don't anymore.
I'm not asking anyone to believe anything in particular. I'm just saying I've stopped needing the unseen to be proven before I'll trust it. Some of the truest things I know now can't be weighed or shown to anyone else. They're mine, and they're real, and that's enough.
There's a freedom in that, in letting the world be bigger and stranger than the measurable part of it.
Have you had a moment of knowing or presence you couldn't explain, and didn't need to? You can say it here. This is the room for it.
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