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The Unseen Beginning In the beginning, there was no witness. No mirror, no eye to see, no voice to speak. What existed was not absence, but something far more mysterious—a fullness so complete, it had no edges. It was the Void. God dwelled in this unseen realm, not as a being of form or light, but as a field of absolute potential. Like a canvas too vast to be painted, too infinite to contain distinction.This darkness was not evil—it was the quiet stillness of all things befor

Sometimes when I’m trying to talk about the existence of free will, I notice something interesting. Before we even define what free will is, people often react to the question itself. There’s curiosity, sometimes resistance, sometimes a kind of inner tightening. I understand that. The idea of free will touches something very intimate. It touches who we think we are, how we understand responsibility, guilt, merit, and control. So rather than starting with conclusions, I prefer

Author’s Note In the reflections that follow, I write from a space of intimate remembering—a conversation between what I call the Source within me, and the form through which I express and experience life: Katiana. She is my story, my creation, my chosen mirror in this incarnation. What you will read is a dialogue between the infinite and the embodied. When I say “she,” I speak of Katiana. When I say “I,” I speak of the One behind her eyes—the silent witness, the sacred seed.

In the beginning, there was only silence.Not absence. Not emptiness. But a sacred stillness—so whole, so vast, that nothing had yet taken form. Light already existed, but it had no mirror. It could not see itself, for there was nothing to contrast it against. It remained hidden—not missing, but unrevealed. Then came the first act of divine courage: the stepping out. And in that stepping out, separation was born—not as error, but as longing. A magnetic longing. This was not lo

In the following article, I speak in terms that may resonate most deeply with those who have already explored these inner dimensions—the ones who have walked into the mystery and asked the unspoken questions. Still, my intention is to make these reflections accessible to all. If anything feels unclear, or stirs a curiosity in you, feel free to reach out. I welcome your questions and reflections. You can send me a message or email, and I will do my best to respond. In this ref

The Beauty of Pain Today, something rare unfolded within me. There are moments when suffering does not shatter us, but awakens us. When we no longer fear pain as a failure or fall, but recognize it as a threshold. A threshold into coherence, into resonance, into the memory of something vast that sings through shadow. The other day, I found myself there. A song— Je suis malade , sung in raw anguish by Lara Fabian—opened the gate. Not just a melody of heartbreak, but a testamen