Layers of Divine Reflection
July 26, 2024 I sank into meditation today and saw a basketball—just floating, spinning gently in the air. The sight was vivid, yet its meaning eluded me. Was someone playing with it? Why a basketball? The vision lingered even after the meditation ended. Reaching this meditative state has become almost second nature. With each session, my body responds as if unlocking a hidden rhythm. I feel a wave of release starting from the crown of my head, cascading down the back of my neck, and spreading out through my arms, hands, fingers, legs, feet, and toes. It's a total surrender, as if my entire being is aligning. I’ve realized there are levels to meditation, and I’m ascending to higher realms with every attempt. Later, I learned that on this same day, during the Olympics, a performance mocked the Last Supper, portraying Greek gods instead of Jesus and His disciples. It felt like a symbolic act—a deliberate push to distance humanity from God. The timing struck me as more than coincidenc...