I write this with the sense of being reborn once again.
About 7 years ago, I put down the books that had promised to guide me deeply into ancient spirituality and science. I realized that reading alone wasn’t enough; I needed to experience what I was reading about, to expand into that awareness myself, and to touch what lies beyond the physical. I understood that the journey began with meditation. But consistent meaningful meditation was elusive - each attempt to settle into a long-term rhythm was foiled by the concerns of everyday living and obligations that come with being a young parent.
The same struggle appeared in my chi kung practice. Chi kung or qi gong offers a way to listen inwardly, to connect to the hidden intelligence of our own bodies, the consciousness of each organ. But the practice felt quiet, like sending text messages without ever receiving a reply.
And then, about a year ago, I finally had my reply.
In choosing to confirm a truth that had lingered in my mind for years, a truth I was ready to embrace as my own: that we are each creators of our life, that we can manifest the resources and abundance needed to fulfil our highest purpose.
I began again, with the techniques in the book, Silva Mind Control Method by Jose Silva and Philip Miele. Yes, I returned to reading. But this time, I learnt to trust myself and my own inner knowing. For me, it wasn’t about following instructions line for line, it was about exploring with curiosity and openness - understanding the what felt right to me is right for me.
The practice quickly led to other books: Creative Visualization by Shakti Gawain and The Laws of Manifestation by David Spangler. Each new discovery added another piece to a puzzle I’d been putting together for many years. I could feel the process of remembering - a piece of knowledge once held, now coming back to life.
But nothing prepared me for the flood of recognition I felt when I found Dr. Ibrahim Karim’s work on sacred geometry. As he spoke about the design language of the universe, about geometries that let subtle energy manifest in the physical world, tears welled in my eyes. It was as if I had stumbled back to a truth I had once known, that had eluded me for so long: we are multidimensional beings.
I felt like a person awakening from a coma, or like someone who had dwelled in shadows, finally glimpsing the light that would lead them out. Once more, I am reborn.
I’ve been reborn many times, stepping into new journeys—school, university, career, fatherhood. Each one a different kind of death and resurrection, some filled with joy, others with pain. And here I am, not at a crossroads, but in the midst of a metamorphosis. It is a shedding, a turning toward evolution, a release of fear, and a reimagining of the ego not as a ruler, but as a humble servant.
These are the only resurrections that matter to me, the ones that bring me real growth. Sitting in darkness shouldn’t be feared - it’s where we build strength, resolve, where we learn to rise.
My soul knows its purpose. I trust it. And I let go of the fear that I might not recognize myself when I come out on the other side. Change driven by the soul’s call can only lead to beauty, grace, and the recognition of the self that was waiting there all along. And so, yes, I’m a reader again—but now I’m reading the language of life.
Finally I cry.
In the stillness of time I weep.
My soul perspires,
and with a renewed breath
she pushes tears from my eyes.
Finally, a resurrection.
Finally… I cry.
