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The Healer

The mother had only been asleep less than an hour when she was suddenly woken by a terrifying sound next to her. It sounded...

The Interior Designer of the New Energy

Part One: Introduction Opening yourself to new energy is like letting an interior designer remodel your house. The designer listens to what you want and...

When Israfil Blew the Horn

I don’t know for how long I have been dead. Maybe it’s since my birth; maybe I’ve been dead for many lives. Maybe I came to this world alive at first, and I got lost somewhere and left myself to die.

We Are One

I don’t remember exactly when I started asking questions like “Who am I?” and “Why are we living here?” However, I distinctly remember when I was given the first answer

I’m the Son of a Medium!

Writing this article is not easy for me, but nor was being the son of a medium. I suppose it was the root cause of my skepticism. You establish norms according to the environment you live in, so children’s norms come from their family and their friends.

He Loves Me or Not?

In a green garden full of white daisies, a small girl picked a daisy and began to tear off its petals one by one, hoping to get the answer “yes” to the crucial question: “Does he love me or not?”

A 3,000-year-old Ring

There is an interesting story about a lapis lazuli ring. This family heirloom was given to a four-year-old boy by his grandmother on her deathbed. The ring was in a clay box that had cuneiform writing on the top.

God’s Finger

She had been completely stressed the last few days. She faced a wonderful opportunity that could help achieve all her desires.

In The River of God…

The story of a spiritual journey, each sentence felt and lived.

One More Piece

Among her birthday presents, she found a box, which she took in a flurry. She was really fond of presents, especially the ones that were carefully selected and reflected the spirit of the giver.

The Young Girl and the Soldier

This is a story of past lives which surfaced during one session of a Bridge of Light study.

The Black Train Never Comes Back

He stopped suddenly, lowered his head, looked down to a spot thousands of meters beneath the earth as if it were transparent and said, I believe he won’t come anymore.