ARE WE SPIRITUALLY AWAKE? READING THE WARNINGS IN OUR WORLD

 

 

Have we become so comfortable, so preoccupied with our routines, that we no longer see the signs around us? The earth speaks in storms, floods, heatwaves, economic tremors, and social upheavals, yet too many respond with the familiar reassurance: “It’s always been this way.” This is a comforting illusion, but it is dangerously incomplete. The truth is that our world is speaking, and it is speaking louder than ever before. These are not mere repetitions of history, they are warnings, intensifying, interconnected, and impossible to ignore for those willing to pay attention.

Humanity has survived wars, famines, plagues, and oppression. In the past, catastrophes arrived intermittently, separated by time and distance, allowing societies to absorb and learn from them. Today, crises cascade without pause. Natural disasters, financial shocks, health emergencies, and social unrest do not occur in isolation, they arrive in relentless succession. The opportunity for reflection and course correction is unprecedented, yet so many choose to turn away, clinging to comfort and the familiar, dismissing the warnings as exaggeration or coincidence.

This refusal to see is not harmless. It is spiritual deafness. To ignore the suffering of others because we ourselves are comfortable, to minimize disruption because it does not yet touch us personally, is a moral and spiritual failing. These extraordinary events are invitations to pause, to look inward, and to recalibrate our lives in alignment with the higher principles that sustain humanity. They are a call not merely to fear, but to sober reflection, responsible action, and ethical living.

The turbulence we witness is not punishment; it is purification. It is a cosmic process, a reckoning that shakes humanity from complacency and offers the chance to emerge renewed. Those who respond with insight, courage, and humility will find the world ahead not solely chaotic, but rich with opportunity for restoration, clarity, and enduring progress. Those who choose ignorance, convenience, or cynicism will find only disorientation and lost potential.

Do not be deceived by familiarity. The past may have known calamity, but the present demands something greater of us: awareness, introspection, and action. It is a call to realign with principles of responsibility, humility, and care for one another, to embrace the renewal already underway. Sober reflection is not optional; it is essential. The signs are here. The choice is ours, to remain asleep or to awaken and navigate the coming age with wisdom, courage, and a spirit attuned to the lessons the world urgently seeks to teach.

THE GRACE OF BEING BORN

Birth is one of the most extraordinary mysteries of existence. It is the quiet entry of a soul into a new chapter of its long journey. An act not of randomness, but of divine grace. And today, as I mark another year of my own earthly journey, my heart is drawn not to celebration of self, but to deep thanksgiving. Thanksgiving for the privilege of being permitted to begin… and to begin again.

There is a truth we often overlook: every birth is a blessing, not only to the child, but to parents, siblings, and all who will encounter that life. It is a fresh opportunity for growth, redemption, and ascent. A pure act of mercy from the Creator, who grants each soul another chance to unfold, to mature, to correct what needs correction, and to rise closer to the light.

This is why I celebrate today not as “my day,” but as a reminder of the grace that allowed me to enter this physical world at all. Long before any of us opened our eyes here, we already existed. We carried threads, choices, longings, lessons. And then came that sacred moment, a moment arranged with absolute justice, perfect timing, and infinite love, when the door into earth opened for us.

Birth is not the beginning of life; it is the beginning of a new assignment.

A fresh classroom.

A new field of sowing and reaping.

Another stretch along the road of becoming what we are destined to be.

Many people question why some are born into abundance and others into lack, some into health and others into frailty. But the deeper wisdom is this: birth places each soul exactly where it can learn, redeem, balance, and advance. It is not injustice, it is precision. A mercy tailored with exquisite accuracy.

And here lies the real miracle:

Whether the conditions appear favourable or difficult, every birth carries a blessing.

Because every birth offers the chance to grow.

To begin anew.

To step upward.

Children bless parents, even through the demands, the sleepless nights, the challenges, the worries. In caring for another life, the parents’ own souls are refined. Their patience stretched. Their empathy deepened. Their hearts awakened. Sometimes, even the pain of nursing a child through illness becomes a form of redemption, softening the personal burdens carried from former deeds. Nothing is wasted.

And the child, too, is blessed. Every incarnation is an opportunity to step forward in strength, clarity, and maturity  if he or she wills it.

So today, as I look at the gift of my life, I see not accident, not coincidence, not chance, but purpose. I see the benevolent Hand that opened the gate for me to walk through. I see the countless opportunities I have been offered to learn, to serve, to love, to grow, to give, to rise.

And I am humbled.

My message to you, my dear readers, is simple:

Cherish your birth. Honour your existence. Embrace your journey.

Your life with everything in it was permitted because you have something to fulfil, something to release, something to uplift, something to become.

Every birthday is a reminder that we are still being given time.

Time to sow better seeds.

Time to shed what no longer serves us.

Time to strengthen what is noble within us.

Time to rise higher than yesterday.

So today, I bow in thanks for the gift of being born.

And I invite you to reflect on your own birth, not as a date on the calendar, but as a divine affirmation of purpose. A sacred opportunity.

May we walk worthy of that gift.

THE LAST SECRETS IN CREATION

 

We often think of secrets as hidden knowledge or puzzles to solve. But the last secrets in Creation are different. They are not something to read and memorise. They are a system to engage with, a living, radiant network that surrounds and supports all of life, open to anyone willing to pay attention.

Imagine everything, every person, plant, stone as a broadcasting station, sending out its own unique vibration. These auras interweave to form a vast cosmic network. This network is the secret itself. The real mastery isn’t just knowing it exists, it is learning to connect with it, to receive from it, and to use it for healing, clarity, and growth.

How do we do this? It is surprisingly simple. Think of it like tuning a radio. Your spirit is the receiver. When you cultivate peace, kindness, and humility, you “tune” yourself to higher, beneficial frequencies. This is the true Power of Attraction. It explains why acts of love, quiet reflection, or even simple magnetic healing work; they align your own energy with the flow of Creation.

This knowledge is the key to the old arts. Herbal healing becomes more than chemistry; it is the matching of a plant’s harmonious radiation to a sickness in the body. Astrology is not fatalism, but reading the grand patterns of cosmic radiation that influence our world. By choosing peace over chaos, generosity over selfishness, and focus over distraction, we naturally plug into this cosmic support. The “step-ladder of spiritual ascent” is simply this: by consciously tuning your character towards goodness and humility, you attract and absorb higher powers that lift you up. Indeed the Creation Law of Spiritual Gravity carries you aloft! 

The ultimate secret is this: help flows through Creation, always present, always ready. Align your heart and mind, and you tap into Creation Power that heals, guides, and elevates you, lifting you step by step toward your spiritual ascent!

WHEN INNER CORE AND OUTER FORM NO LONGER ALIGN

 

Some human souls walk the earth whose inner essence and outward form no longer harmonise. These are distorted souls, beings whose inner core and physical expression have diverged.

Every soul, on its first conscious journey into the world, is granted a sacred freedom: to choose the path of womanhood or manhood. This choice shapes the soul’s inner nature and guides its spiritual development. Yet along the journey, some souls turn away from faithfulness to that chosen path. A womanly soul may begin to emulate the ways of a man, or a manly soul may deny the strength and dignity of true manhood, drifting into effeminacy. Such choices create inner disharmony.

The consequence is serious. A soul that strays from its chosen inner essence loses the natural alignment between its inner being and the body it should rightly inhabit. On returning for another life on earth, it may find itself clothed in a form that does not match its core-a womanly spirit in a male body, or a manly spirit in a female body.

Importantly, this outer misalignment does not change the soul’s true nature. The inner core remains what it chose to be initially, either female or male, even as the outer “garment” reflects confusion and imbalance.

Yet this experience is not punishment; it is lesson and mercy. It is an invitation for the soul to rediscover harmony, to strive with humility and faithfulness toward its original essence. Through sincere effort, the soul may one day regain its rightful alignment, living once again in truth with the form and essence it was meant to embody from the beginning.

In essence, distorted souls are not lost, they are learning. Their journey tells us that missteps are part of growth, and even in distortion lies the opportunity for redemption, self-realisation, and the reclamation of inner harmony.

WHERE WE COME FROM, WHERE WE GO

 

It’s one of the earliest and most profound questions every child asks: “Where do babies come from?” And one of the oldest that every adult eventually whispers in grief or wonder: “Where do the dead go?” Between these two questions lies the full mystery of human existence: birth and death, arrival and departure, beginning and end. 

Science explains that babies come from the union of two cells, a sperm and an egg, a biological miracle that multiplies into a living being. Yet every parent who has held a newborn knows there’s something deeper than biology at work. No laboratory can fully explain the spark that animates that tiny body, the invisible breath that turns flesh into life. Life does not merely begin; it appears. Each appearance is unique and sacred. We call it birth, but it can also be seen as an arrival, as though each soul journeys from a realm we cannot see, choosing a moment, a place, and a pair of arms to welcome it into the visible world. 

Children, in their innocence, seem to know this. They come in wide-eyed wonder as if they’ve just left somewhere pure, still carrying traces of eternity in their laughter. 

And then, one day, every life faces the other mystery; departure. The body returns to dust; that much we know. But the spirit, the consciousness that smiled, dreamed, forgave, and loved, where does that go? 

Across time, people have sought answers. Some speak of heaven, others of reincarnation or reunion with ancestors. Some believe the soul dissolves into the great cosmic energy. Yet beyond these beliefs lies an intuition that love and spirit cannot simply vanish. The presence of someone we’ve loved lingers in memory, in dreams, in the unexplainable moments when their absence feels strangely like presence. Death, then, may not be an ending, but a return perhaps to the same unseen realm from which we first came. 

What if life is not a straight line from cradle to grave, but a circle, a series of arrival and return? Perhaps babies come from where the dead go. It’s an idea echoed in faith and folklore alike: “dust returning to dust,” as the ancient Hebrews said; “atunwa”, the Yoruba understanding of rebirth; and even modern physics suggests that energy cannot be destroyed, only transformed. In that sense, every new-born may be a whisper from the beyond; a sign that existence continues in forms unseen. 

In our age of speed and distraction, we rarely stop to wonder anymore. We Google everything but contemplate nothing. Yet these two questions, where we come from and where we go, hold the power to make us humble, compassionate, and wise. They remind us that life is a gift; that every encounter may be part of something much larger than we can perceive; that to live fully is to honor both mysteries, welcoming each birth with reverence and facing each death with peace. 

So, where do babies come from? And where do the dead go? Perhaps from and to the same place, a realm where life continues in subtler and less dense form, beyond the limits of our senses. A place that begins in the finer regions of this vast material universe, of which our visible world is but the coarsest layer. 

This reflection does not claim to answer the questions, only to move us to deeper thought, to awaken that quiet wonder that once made us ask them in the first place. Yet, if we seek the answers in earnest, with a childlike heart unburdened by pride or fear, we may begin to find glimpses of truth in unexpected places. Between those two great mysteries, we live, we love, we learn. And in the silent moments, we remember that we too are travellers, passing through the densest edge of a greater, living continuum.

Why Do Some People Grow Through Experiences and Others Do Not?

Two people face the same trial; one grows, the other grumbles. What makes the difference? Some people encounter pain and become wiser; others go through the same pain and become bitter. Some are changed by loss; others are crushed by it. What makes the difference?

It’s not the experience itself,  it’s the response to it.

Every day, life sends us teachers disguised as challenges: a failed project, a betrayal, an illness, a missed opportunity. But growth doesn’t come from what happens,  it comes from what we choose to learn. 

The key difference lies in awareness and attitude.

Those who grow ask: “What is this trying to teach me?”

Those who don’t ask: “Why is this happening to me?”

The first question opens the door to understanding; the second locks it with resentment.

Growth-minded people practice reflection.  They pause, think, and extract meaning. They own their role in every experience and use the pain as raw material for wisdom. Others rush through life, seeking comfort more than clarity. They replay events but never review them.

It’s also about mindset. Psychologists call it the growth mindset; the belief that abilities and character can be developed. People with a fixed mindset see experiences as verdicts: “I failed, therefore I’m not good enough.” Those with a growth mindset see them as lessons: “I failed, therefore I’ve discovered another way not to do it.”

Finally, growth requires gratitude, not for the pain itself, but for the perspective it brings. Gratitude transforms wounds into wisdom and experiences into elevation.

So, the next time life brings an unexpected twist, remember: it’s not what happens that defines you, but how you interpret and internalise it. Every experience is a classroom. The question is: are you paying attention?

THE PEOPLE WE OVERLOOK

 

Why do we often ignore the people who care about us most while chasing the approval of those who barely notice us? 

It’s one of life’s quiet misnomers that we sometimes fail to recognize the steady warmth of genuine affection because we are too busy seeking the flicker of distant admiration. We crave attention, not realizing that attention is not the same as love. The ones who care for us deeply often do so quietly. They check in, they wait, they forgive. They are not loud, and perhaps that is why we take them for granted. 

In our desire to be seen by the world, we sometimes stop seeing the ones who already see us clearly. We measure our worth by who claps for us, forgetting those who have stood by us even when there was no applause. We pursue approval from strangers while ignoring the comfort of those who know our flaws and still choose to stay. 

But time has a way of teaching us. Sooner or later, we discover that popularity is fragile, while loyalty is priceless. The people who truly care are not always the most exciting or glamorous, they are the ones who quietly choose us, again and again. 

Today, pause and look around. Who calls you just to ask if you’re okay? Who prays for you without your knowing? Who forgives you faster than you deserve? Those are the people who matter. Treasure them before it’s too late because when the noise fades, it’s their voices that will still call your name.