Hello friends, hope you're having a wonderful first day of 2026. My question for you today is: What is a spiritual teaching you understand , but struggle to live when life gets difficult? I'm building something that helps people apply spiritual teachings practically in daily life, and i'm curious to know some sticking points you might find yourself dealing with? Much peace and many blessings, and remember... Just 🐝 PS. I have turned off the premium tier to the community and am going to keep it free only. For those who have upgraded in the past, you will get free access to the new project once it launches. Until then, the exclusive content will be available for paid members until the billing cycle ends. 🙏

I had a nightmare/dream just now. At first it was terrifying, and I felt just as in control of my being as I am now. I was at my parents house and everyone was asleep, as they currently are now. But something drew me to go outside. It was dark of course, but after moments of being out there something didn't feel right. Then I started hearing heavy breathing. It wouldn't stop, and I couldn't figure out what it was. So I went back inside. I woke my parents up, told them. But the only one who spoke was my father. He told me to have "devotion". I didn't understand entirely, but I accepted that and went back outside with my dog. We heard it again, but it was louder and it felt it was, in a way, making me breathe frantically and heavily as well. Then I spotted "it". I seen what was the smile of a demented being staring deep in my soul. I, for some reason, wanted to try to intimidate it by walking towards it in anger. It didn't work, it only fed it and it started to make its way towards me. I noticed there was a little boy beside her, but it wasn't like her. So I paused, and began praying to God and telling this demon I loved it so much. But words wouldn't come out. I could feel how hard I was trying to speak but nothing of words came about. But regardless my intentions were so strong, I began to see it weaken and cry. The sun started to come out, like a beautiful pink sky morning. After I continued, my words became clear and it began eating its own fingers and hand. Then it disappeared. I then woke up in a cold sweat. I began asking my self who this was, and the only name that popped into my head was ZoZo. I have read about this demon back when I was younger, probably 13 or 14. And in this moment now, I can say I still love it aside from its attempt to torment me. This wasnt the only dream that I've heard heavy breathing, its been happening for a little while now but I never could figure it out in the past dreams. Being honest, I couldn't have been more appreciative of this dream. I felt I've faced it, even though part of me in the dream wanted to run in a way. Let me know what you think, much love 💜