AM Bradio

I did. Practice. Often and with full heart. One day, after watching one too many other worldly being shows, my faith came tumbling down.

This doubt was devastating to me. Once my faith was lost, it was hard to convince myself to go back to a place that no longer existed.

I miss talking to God. I miss believing. I miss having faith.

I do believe we are not alone . There’s a possibility that my thoughts and prayers are heard telepathically by some distant, healing society of other worldly beings. Somehow I receive an answer.

My religion is now a spiritual, inward, meditative state of reaching out into the universe asking for acknowledgment. I sit in the first light of dawn. I close my eyes. I breathe in and out. My thoughts leave my mind. My questions follow them. I wait.

“Start writing…”

The channel is open and responses arrive. They are subtle yet bold. The info and love are felt as though it is a memory I’ve always had, a knowing, with words that are felt, not seen or heard.

This is the religion I now practice.