Different people have different idea of spirituality..how strange and how interesting at the same time that one thing can be perceived in so many ways…

When I was a child, I believe around 10 ish give or take a lil, I made a journal. I had what I would consider a rough childhood is ways. I say that because I felt deeply motivated to support myself in that environment. As an adult now, I have been trying to find healing or just some presence and freedom from maybe mental or emotional captivity. I see that the pages I wrote were so soaked in creativity, color, and light. I woke up with “the power of now” playing on audible. I started making little present choices and found myself grabbing my old journal and passing through the pages. I’ve heard this idea of “reparenting” mentioned as a way of tending to the child in you that was abandoned or hurt. When I read my journal, I realized that as a child I was lending love and nurturing to myself that is truly inspiring to me now. Here are a few pages I want to share. The last page (black and white) is one that I made as an adult.

Spiritualism is often described as a deeply personal path. In many ways, it is a journey we walk alone — through inner work, self-reflection, awareness, and an ongoing dialogue with what each of us may call consciousness, Source, or the Universe. It is a meaningful and transformative path, but let’s be honest: it can also be a lonely one. That is exactly why communities like this group matter so much. They remind us that we are not alone in our way of seeing, feeling, and understanding the world. For a long time, one thought kept returning to me: how much more powerful and fulfilling this journey could be if shared with someone. Not out of dependency or lack, but out of resonance. Walking forward with a person who holds similar values, who understands intention, energy, self-work, and awareness — someone who grows alongside you rather than fills a void. I spent a lot of time sitting with this thought. I focused on it, visualized it, and sent it outward — call it manifestation, intention-setting, or simply a conversation with the Universe. And then… it happened. A person appeared who feels like a living embodiment of spiritualism. Someone who doesn’t just talk about it, but truly lives it — even more deeply and naturally than I do. And the most striking part is this: I didn’t go looking. This person found me. Out of nowhere. No planning, no forcing, no strategy. It simply unfolded. Yes, there is distance between us. And yes, as it so often goes with the Universe, the manifestation came with a challenge. Things rarely arrive in a perfectly wrapped package. But despite that, I feel immense gratitude. Gratitude for the level of understanding we share. Gratitude for the fact that the person who is becoming the closest presence in my life perceives reality, life, and existence in almost exactly the same way I do. We are both deeply fascinated by this path. And what makes it even more beautiful is that none of this was forced. It happened naturally, organically — as if it was meant to unfold exactly this way.