🌱 A starting point: Many traditions describe God as a higher power. Another way to look at it is as the intelligence and love that gives rise to reality itself. The same force that moves stars also knows how to grow a tree or heal a wound. What might change if love, not judgment, were the foundation of existence? If that creative intelligence is everywhere, then it isn’t far away. It’s moving through life, through nature, and through us. Humans may not be separate from the divine, but expressions of it, learning to create consciously rather than accidentally. What does that suggest about our ability to shape our lives through awareness and choice? 🔀 Rethinking old ideas: In the West, many people were taught about sin, evil, hell, and suffering as central truths. These ideas helped build order and morality in large societies, but they often leaned heavily on fear and guilt. Do fear-based beliefs lead to awakening, or mainly to obedience? From another lens, sin can mean missing our potential. Evil can mean unconsciousness. Suffering can point to resistance rather than punishment. These ideas stop being threats and start becoming signals for growth. How does it feel to see darkness as information instead of condemnation? 🔍 Reflection Spirituality might not be about pleasing a distant God, but about remembering what we already are. Awareness, responsibility, curiosity, and love become the path rather than the reward. 🔹Which beliefs are helping you expand, and which are quietly limiting you? 🔹If divinity lives within you, how might that change the way you meet everyday life? 💬 What are your thoughts?🤔

For some time now, something has been happening to me when I fall asleep: thoughts come to me, for example, events from the past day. My eyes are closed, I am lying down, I am actually falling asleep, but my thoughts are waving in the background (sometimes). They smoothly turn into thoughts unrelated to what happened during the day, but into more or less fictional, abstract stories and seem to elevate the speed of showing themselves. And suddenly in my ears: Crash! Boom! As if someone had hit an inflated paper bag or dropped something square, but not much heavy, down the stairs. Loud, but smooth and physical ( almost as if were filling my ears from within). All my thoughts dissolve into thin air like blown-away dust, and I have a brief mental blackout, unable to remember a single detail of what I was thinking or even for a short moment, where i am. It feels magical. Does anyone know what this could be? Is this nervous system's reaction to excess, responding with self-regulation, or is it God or Angels with whom I talk and ask for frequent contact, thus opening myself up to them? It could be one and the same, couldn't it? Does anyone experience something similar?