I’ve been spiritual long before I knew the word.
Like many children, I could see spiritual energies when I was small. However, this was not encouraged by my family who was fiercely atheist. (I was the only kid exempt from religious studies at school. It felt very awkward when I had to leave the classroom by myself).
In my 20s I sought to join the Christian church but was told that as long as I believed in reincarnation I would not be allowed to join.
I don’t know where my belief in reincarnation came from, because I hadn’t had any exposure to eastern faiths at all. But somehow I knew this to be true.
I felt lost but kept searching for my path.
In my thirties I met Buddhism which became my spiritual home for well over a decade.
I went to many teachings by the Dalai Lama and other great masters and practiced Buddhist meditations, ranging from mindfulness to visualisation.
It made me a better person, for sure. I became much more patient, kind, and understood my self better as well as reality, how life works.
But at some point I strongly felt the call to go beyond the confines of any religion.
It was time to forge my own path and stop following other people.
This has been daunting.
Sometimes what you’re called to do can be scary. I was called to give up my job and my apartment in London and go travelling full time.
This was part of aligning my inner and my outer and stepping out of the spiritual closet. Spirituality is the most important part of me.
I’m now slowly traveling on an eternal pilgrimage to the spiritual sites around the world.
My strongest experiences on this journey have been with Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene, so in a sense I have come full circle.
However, the more I awaken the more I am all faith(s).