Moments of Divine Connection
July 5, 2024 Someone is trying to communicate with me—I can feel it in every fiber of my being. The frequency was unlike anything I’ve encountered before. Typically, frequencies are tightly compressed, like whispers filtered through layers of static. But this one? It was open, expansive, almost like a call echoing. It didn’t just fill the space around me; it resonated, a subtle hum that felt like elevation itself, lifting something within me. Last night, I saw him—an old man with a long white beard and hair as pure as winter frost. He was stoic yet gentle, holding a stone tablet in his hands. His presence was unhurried, timeless, as though he had walked straight out of antiquity and into my room. The weight of his gaze was heavy but not oppressive, as if he was studying me, waiting for me to understand. I was too tired to engage with the moment fully; this kind of occurrence was no longer unusual for me. So, I simply rolled over and drifted back to sleep, comforted by an odd sense of f...