Beneath the Sun, Beyond the Self
September 20, 2024 — a day etched into the deepest chambers of my memory. It began like any other, with a simple urge to step outside and take in the breeze. But something lingered in the air, subtle at first—an unseen whisper, a shift in frequency. As I walked, basking in the still beauty of the day, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment was different. Then, it came, a message. God was telling me to go into the water. At first, I hesitated. Into the water? Really? I thought. But the call didn’t quiet—it grew louder, more insistent, resonating deeper with each step I took. It was a vibration in my soul. God wasn’t asking—He was guiding. Drawn by the pull, I found myself walking toward the shoreline. As my feet approached the edge, a strange warmth welcomed me, as if the world itself acknowledged the moment. I paused, removing my shoes, hat, sweater, and socks, slowly preparing as if for a sacred ritual. And then I looked up. The sun. It shone like I had never seen bef...