I don’t believe in God.

I don’t believe in magic.

I don’t believe in the presence of spirits and angels and souls and other light and dark beings.

I don’t believe in little people (like faeries, gnomes, pixies).

I don’t believe that my ancestors and spiritual lineage are guiding me through my intuition.

I don’t believe Love is the essential nature of all things.

I don’t need to believe in any of it, because I have _direct experience_ of all of it, all while stone cold sober and wide awake.

(Although all of this is one great dreaming, isn’t it?)

Direct experience turns belief into knowing.

I used to be touchy about the word God and what that entailed, until I experienced God.

I used to be terrified of magic, until I realized that it’s at play in everything.

I used to be skeptical of little people, until they revealed themselves to me quite unexpectedly.

I used to think the topic of angels and spirits and souls was super woo, until I met them myself.

I used to scoff at the notion of ancestors and spiritual lineage, until one day I asked for help to no one in particular and they showed up a moment later with the exact guidance I needed.

I used to judge Love as this flimsy word hippies threw around, until I felt it radiating out of my whole being.

I never singularly focused on believing in any of these things, but because I did singularly focus on the expansion of my receptivity and consciousness, there came a point where I directly experienced all of it.

I was shown because I was open to see.

And when you’ve witnessed and experienced something directly, you can no longer deny their/its existence.

To believe or not believe feels…like an intellectual, philosophical debate.

Moreover, there is no longer a real need to talk about it when you simply know it to be true, and so I don’t, very often. I would even go so far as to say these are all things which shan’t be spoken about, but rather found out for oneself.

But I will say this. No one will ever be able to convince me that “nothing” exists in the space between, or that if it cannot be measured it cannot be true, because I know unequivocally that not just something — everything — exists there.

(Don’t believe me? Relentlessly open yourself wider and wider to receive EVERYTHING (the good, the bad, the ugly, the unbelievable, the inconceivable, the outrageous, the heartbreaking and atrocious) without fighting against it with your mind, without making any of it wrong or bad, and keep doing that over and over again for at least ten years, and then let’s talk.)