How God moved through the unseen to bring me home.

I don’t remember whether it was morning or evening, but I know I've been 20 years of age.
And I remember the details just like it was yesterday.
I was sitting on a couch at a friends' house, in a quiet moment of massive internal exhaustion.
Next to me was a friend I trusted, and I asked him for advice — about life, about what to do, about where to go from my recent experienced trauma.
I was open. I was tired. I wanted to understand why everything felt so heavy and why all of what had happened to me, had happened to me. Simple as that.

He began speaking. At first, he tried the usual superficial go-to sentences.
But to all of them, I gave the same answer, again and again: "Tried that already. Did that already..."
Then, at some point, he started sharing some of his own childhood experiences.
As a young Brazilian boy, raised in a deeply Christian home, he began sharing his youth with me — what he had experienced, and how our Western world doesn’t truly understand Jesus and the spiritual world because we approach everything only with the mind.

He went on and on. I just listened.

Well...And then it happened — in that very moment — something happened that I will never be able to fully explain.

I didn’t pass out. I wasn’t “gone.”
But I was no longer in the room as I had been a second before.
It was as if I had been gently lifted out of normal awareness — not physically, but from the inside out.
Suddenly, I saw very specific moments of my life. It felt like watching a movie — with a deep, undeniable clarity. The vision felt fully real — like a three-dimensional experience.
I saw myself in those scenes, not from within, but from the outside — as if watching my own life through a divine lens.
It wasn’t abstract or symbolic. It was visceral.
Somehow it felt even more real than the moments had felt when I first lived them because now I would understand and have a total different perspective.

What I definitely feel about it today is a deep expansion of consciousness. An unexpected full kundalini awakening. I was left with no questions left to ask. I was now carrying answers I never even knew how to ask for.

And interestingly — what I experienced has a resonance in science, too.
Studies in neuroscience and neurocardiology show that the heart has its own intelligence — over 40,000 neurons, capable of sensing, remembering, and communicating with the brain. When the heart and brain enter coherence — a state of rhythmic harmony — the body shifts into optimal function: emotionally, physically, and energetically.

What I felt wasn’t just spiritual. It was biological, too. A whole-body alignment.
A truth I didn’t just think — I became it.

What I saw were critical turning points — moments where I had stood at the edge of decisions that would have deeply wounded my soul.
Not because something was done to me, but because I was about to choose it myself.
These were situations where I was ready to compromise —
to harm my own well-being just to escape the traumatic and abusive circumstances I was trapped in.
But in doing so, I would’ve crossed a line that felt like a point of no return — this time, with my own consent.

And then I understood: I had been redirected.
Not by logic, but by a higher intelligence.
And I listened — intuitively, silently — even when I didn’t understand the danger I was in.
I was simply too young to see it clearly.
But something in me responded anyway. And it saved me.

And no — I’m not perfect.
Of course I didn’t always listen to that voice… that intelligence… that knowing.
But I was taken into this timelapse so I could understand — finally, fully.
I had known pain. But this was different. I saw how close I had come to losing myself.
And yet… in every one of those moments, something had stopped me.

And in this state, it became clear:
God, the Universe, the Source had been working through me all along.
And now I knew which voice to follow, which one to trust.
Not as a figure in the sky, but as a living, loving intelligence — subtle, gentle, but absolutely present.
An intelligence that had stepped in at the very edge. That had moved through me and guided me,
even when I didn’t believe in anything at all and was a kind of lost youngster.
In every Situation, my eyes always caught the symbolism of the cross.
Even in the darkest rooms,
even in silence,
even when everything felt distorted or wrong—
my eyes would find it.
Sometimes small. Hidden. Ordinary.
But once I saw it, something shifted.

What I understand today is this:
My eyes didn’t catch the cross as a symbol because I expected someone to come and save me in person — but because I now see how the universe, or God, speaks in symbols, stories and mystism to lift our energy.

From the perspective of quantum physics, I’d refer to a phenomenon called quantum entanglement — which means that once something has been connected, it remains connected, no matter the distance.

By that logic, the cross — seen in a crucial moment — doesn’t just “remind” us of something. It activates something. It carries an energetic signature — a field linked to hope, strength, infinite love — and because of its entangled history with countless prayers, devotions, and sacrifices, it resonates and influences our system because we are electromagnetic beings.

So when I saw the cross, it wasn’t about worship a person.
It was frequency meeting frequency.
And it worked.

When I returned to my body, I couldn’t speak.
I was flooded by infinite, unconditional love
so real and so vast that it took away every thought.
I couldn’t form a sentence.
I just wept — not in sadness, but in silence. In reverence.
As if something so pure had touched me that my nervous system had no choice but to surrender.
This feeling is unforgettable — I will be forever thankful for it.

Just returning to that moment takes my breath away all over again. It brings tears to my eyes, even now & I guess it forever will.

The love I received in my body was out of this world.
I felt so warm that I started sweating. And tears simply rolled down my cheeks — not from pain, but from a love so full, so complete, that it overflowed.

It felt like a wave, like being embraced by a million souls
who love you with their entire being.

Unimaginable. Sacred. Real.

And in that same moment — I understood Jesus.
Not as a concept. Not as religion.
But as truth embodied.

I had never read the Bible — even though I knew the basic prayers and teachings from the culture I was born into.
But all of a sudden —
I loved him with my whole being.
Not because I had to.
Not because anyone told me to.

It was a recognition that came from deep inside — something ancient, familiar, undeniable.

Visions and insights moved through me, showing him again and again trying to make people understand:
That we must look within.
That he never wanted to be idolized outwardly — but to show that the same source, the same divine spark that moved through him, lives in all of us.

This wasn’t a conversion.
It was a remembering. I understood.

The story of Jesus is a key piece in understanding ourselves — and the universe — more fully.

He’s a living symbol of the heartspace — of the purity required to live in symbiosis with God.
An embodied expression of one of the highest frequencies to ever walk this Earth — and, most importantly, one that was documented.
(Maybe not perfectly — but it’s what we’ve got.)

Unlike many mystical traditions, there’s tangible historical evidence that he lived here in human form.
His frequency is not something to worship — it’s something to remember and integrate.

For me, he was sent to add to what had already been known — not to replace it, but to translate it into something more integratable, more understandable — and through that: more liveable.

That said, anyone willing to dive into other cultural myths will find pieces of the same truth echoed everywhere.
Maybe different truths — but not less important ones.

Btw. writing this I'm in my Jesus year :D - 33 years of age.

What followed was even more profound:
For more than two years, I lived in a constant field of divine love.
I could barely feel negative emotions.
Nothing truly triggered me — except for one thing, which I’ll come back to later.
I wasn’t “above” life — I was within it, deeply.
But I felt held. Carried.
Like I was tuned into a frequency of peace that accompanied me through everything whenever I was alone.
At times, it even felt like being high — but not in an escapist way.
I transitioned from deepest trauma and pain to Self-empowerment, boldness and fearlessness.
I received the strength to break out of the abusive relationships that once made me think about suicide.
I've been detached - fully.

It was a state of heightened perception.
My senses were sharper.
I understood things before they were said.
I felt things internally before they happened.
Dreams became lucid.
Reality became symbolic.
Everything spoke.

I lived in celibacy for almost two years.
Straight-edge. No substances, no escapes —
simply because I didn’t need anything anymore.
It came naturally. Instantly. Right after the experience.
I remember wondering:
“Why did I ever smoke, drink, or harm my body in the first place —
as if that was normal?”
And I just stopped. Immediately.

That presence, that love, the resilience i instantly gained, was enough. More than enough.
I know this might sound like psychosis — and in some ways, it mirrored that altered state.

What I didn’t understand at the time was this:
Only I could truly understand what had happened to me — and I couldn’t make others see how simple it really is, once you open yourself to it.

YES — I became that person.
The annoying, relentless, borderline religious type who just wanted everyone to believe in Jesus.

But honestly?
Most of the time…
I was just really sad.
Sad that people couldn’t feel what I had felt.
Sad that they couldn’t experience the same love —
the same freedom —
the same absolute knowing
that changed everything for me.

My life shifted from:
"Why do I have to go through all this suffering?"
to:
"Why can’t anyone else be set free the way I was?"

And of course - I also had very ignorant and intolerant attitudes.
… that phenomenon is the double standard that shows up
when you’re stuck in a dogmatic, religious mindset.
You automatically become judgemental.

And trust me — the universe humbled me like a Grammy-winning diss track when I once really crossed a border.
Cue a faint Kendrick lamar beat in the back of my mind as I write this.

So… no wonder people thought I had lost my mind.
I wouldn’t be quiet about it.
Some were convinced I had joined a cult.

But how would they know?
How could they possibly understand
that everything that followed came entirely from within me —
not from a guru, not from a group,
not from anyone else.

It hurt. Deeply.


I often felt more alone with people
than when I was by myself.
Because in the 3D world,
I rarely felt met.
And just in case someone’s reading this with even the slightest trace of envy —
Brother. Sister.
Just imagine how freaking isolated and wrong you can feel with this kind of experience.

There are support groups for people who’ve had near-death experiences —
but for me?
There was no one.
No group.
No handbook.
No soul I could find who truly understood what I had just gone through.

And that, of course, is why I’m as humble and respectful as I am when it comes to facilitating.
The integration — the being held after opening up to your own source — is crucial.

I tried to erase that experience.
I really did.
I tried to get back to a "normal" life and just sweep it all under the rug.
I mean — that’s how we deal with things, isn’t it? 😉

With all the sharpened senses I’ve developed since then —
it’s almost impossible to imagine doing that again.
And I don’t say that lightly.

But back then, I really did put myself through hell.
Because yeah — denying truth only creates more
Denying truth isn’t neutral. It builds a quiet chaos.
A slow implosion disguised as normal life.

Over the last 3–4 years,
I read everything I could get my hands on —
religious texts, spiritual books, scientific papers, psychology, neuroscience, quantum physics, physics... all of it.

And yes — you’ll find pieces of truth in all of them.
But then I found one book.
One voice.
Someone who had experienced almost exactly what I had.

And what shook me the most?
He put it into words —
with a depth of biological and physical understanding
that mirrored everything I had felt.

I was shattered.
And beyond grateful.
To finally read something that explained exactly what I had felt in that awakening.

And finally, I no longer carry this experience in silence — not only because I’ve found others who went through the same, but because I’ve been given a deeper understanding of what truly happened.
I’ve come to realize that what I experienced is not random or rare —
but something the ancients have always known.

So many indigenous tribes and wisdom cultures have long practiced ways of opening the body to the divine.
Through dance.
Through singing.
Through playing instruments.
Through art.
Through deep meditation and breath.
Each of these is a sacred technology —
not just for healing, but for remembering.
For tuning the body into a frequency
where the presence of God can be felt, seen, heard, embodied.

What happened to me was grace —
but today I understand:
There are ways to prepare the body for such grace.
To become a vessel.
To open the channels.
To return to the divine intelligence that lives inside all of us.

Today, everything I want to create — my voice, my presence, my art — flows from this moment of divine intervention and I accepted that I have to share it. raw, without filters.
If you are reading this and something inside you remembers too —
Know this:
You’re not alone.
You never were !

& I am finally bold enough to testify that you carry a sacred antenna inside of you
which can be tuned, refined, and remembered.

This antenna is ancient.
It’s not metaphorical — it’s biological, energetic, divine.
Some call it Kundalini,
but names don’t matter as much as the truth it holds.

To me, Kundalini is not something foreign or external.
It’s the intelligence of life itself that connects you to the frequency field of god and divine union.

But like any antenna, it must be recalibrated.
It must be understood —
not forced, not rushed, not worshipped blindly —
but gently revealed.
Trusted.
Listened to.

When you begin to align your system with truth —
through sound, stillness, movement, integrity —
this antenna starts to attune itself to higher frequencies.
Not as an idea, but as a felt, embodied state.

You don’t raise Kundalini.
You make space for it.
You create the conditions for it to rise on its own.
Like light looking for a channel.

And when it does —
you remember who you are.
Not in thought, but in every cell.

This is not performance.
It’s not spiritual status.
It’s the body becoming sacred again.

And perhaps your own sacred moment is closer than you think.