Love, the Goddess and the Confrontation
Part 1 I was pleasantly sitting in my garden without a care, stretching out with a drink…
The Healer
The mother had only been asleep less than an hour when she was suddenly woken by a…
The Interior Designer of the New Energy
Part One: Introduction Opening yourself to new energy is like letting an interior designer remodel your house….
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.