Chapter 8: Spiritual by Nature

I won’t impose my beliefs on you, but I need to share my perspective, experiences, lessons, and the wisdom I gained from them. You need to understand my spiritual essence and abilities.

First, let me be clear: the spiritual world isn’t separate from our physical world. People who have passed, for example, still have a choice — just like we do — to act constructively or destructively. And beyond that, there are many beings and entities we don’t fully understand. Some build with light. Others destroy with darkness. Just like us, they have free will.

But to be even clearer — when I talk about spirituality, I always refer to light beings, never dark ones. I don’t mention dark energy unless I have a strong reason to — like when I’m sharing a real event or teaching something important.

It all started after my grandma passed. But no — I don’t think it was her. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was alone in the living room. No one else was home. Suddenly, I heard a woman’s voice calling my name. It sounded like she was upstairs, but I was completely alone. On top of that, I would sometimes hear many voices at once — not just talking to me but speaking to each other. It sounded like a crowd.

But here’s the thing — it didn’t scare me. I didn’t get chills, or feel fear, or anything uncomfortable. I didn’t overthink it. I never even told anyone. The spiritual world always felt natural to me. Like home. Unless there were bad intentions or dark energies — then, of course, it felt different.

This was just the first time of many. No one else in my family did what I did. My parents believed in something beyond the physical world, but they didn’t practice anything spiritual. We were all born Catholic — not by choice, but because it was tradition.

But just so you know — my parents barely went to church. Only for funerals, really. That was it.

I’ll tell you more as we go. This was truly only the beginning.