I am always eager to be nostalgic and briefly re-evaluate my steps that created my present reality, and the mechanism I used instinctively to help the truth bloom in my life. When I was just a little kid, as opposed I assume to many people's upbringing, I was surrounded by the occult understanding of things, apart from my father's influence. I remember hearing my father reading out loud in my home about the war between the Gods, books known today by their nature such as the Yehubor Zecharia Sitchin, Tony Moldovan, and others. Hearing the name Enki far as one can remember in life, does have a profound resonance in my present life. Another book that I read from a very fragile age was The power of subconscious by Joseph Murphy. Of course, all these mainstream books which treated spirituality still as something “out of this world” and veiled in a plethora of mystery and mysticism, that in retrospect was only my own desire and wonder in these subjects projected, did very deeply resonated in me, to my necessity and thirst of knowledge, power and direct “uniqueness” in life. I was since I remember myself, very loving and extremely attracted by the hidden nature of things.
Others treat these facts in life as escapism, which in reality is only a potentiating factor of life, a stimulation of reality and not an escape from it”.

My father was from a very fragile age, the same as me, extremely attracted to real spiritual subjects. He meditated and really succeeded in acquiring powers by the age of 17. To not get more intimate and intrusive with my writing today, excluding important details, in the mids of life he as others got caught up for a brief moment in the enemy xian trap. Instinctively he never approached me with these subjects, never projected unto me such. But opposite, he knew the spiritual path is very hard to be into, at that time, and as outsiders, it was entirely true. All in all, after the turbulence of the past, my father was guided to be a dedicated Zevists, working together and in unity to our SS cause. And another truth very ingrained within is that he was always in protection and under the wing of Zeus, with real interactions at times in which he wasn’t aware what the name was.

But one instance I remember, when I was 6-7 years old, it came as a seeming conversation between him and me, the subject of the bible. I remember now to this day, my logic from then. The premise was that if one god is good, and the other is bad, and the truth is attacked by an extremely evil force, how come does the bible is truthful and not the opposite, a corruption. Why isn’t it the reverse? The word corruption and opposite meanings were instinctively known in me, as I said to him back then.

The only real action of mine regarding xianity and the so-called god, was when I was very challenging in finding out the truth and made myself sleep and lucid dream. I woke up in the middle of the sky, and I then said to myself, let's see where this god is, I looked around me and saw nobody. Only clouds. That was enough for me to know that does not exist this specific "god", I didn’t see him where I expected him to be. And that was all the energy I gave in my life to this god on a critical level of analyzation, to my personal mind and soul at that age.

Seeing Star Wars, and other artworks that depicted powers of the mind did really stimulated me. I was that same age when I started meditating and doing pranayama involuntarily. What I succeeded in meditation was not much, but I developed nature to enter deep trances. Of course, I was always attacked over this, but also I was fearful as I got to experience things I did not know about. I was shocked.

I was reading poetry one night, and deeply touched by it, as much as it got to be for a kid, I motivated myself to meditate and enter a deep trance. After 10 minutes of deep breathing and forgetting that I am meditating, almost to sleep, an extremely blinding light flashed my eyes and body. A powerful electric spike bolted me out of my bed, with sound and sensory feelings. I didn’t know what was happening and I thought I was about to die. A very scary experience, that over the years resonated only to be something usual in meditation as of now, and a natural state of being.

Growing up in between thousands of books about yoga, tenfold more by magazines of yoga and related books with subjects of the occult and philosophy, I never gave in to the false corrosion of the enemy. How? It is very simple, I held very close to my heart and soul, things, and concepts that made my life extremely beautiful. One example of that is, how extremely fascinated I was when looking at the Pyramids. When counter-arguments and extensive use of attacks were onto me to led me to believe otherwise of life, as in ignoring the spiritual existence and truth, and related, I always used the Pyramids as an absolute counter-argument. I knew the Pyramids were of the Gods and nobody alive knows to disprove the above, and bend this intuitive truth. I grew closer and closer. Pure love and magnetic desire to Egypt.

Another very important thing that helped me realize the seriousness and absurdity of the outsiders and normal people, was conceptualizing and trying to think about the universe. Starting with our planet Earth, trying to visualize its immense size, and how small I am, growing to the solar system to the infinity. To a point to which my mind was blown and got a high of wonder, which kept me motivated in myself, in my decision to look and find out the truth and actual power of life. The question was always, why is everything like it is now. How can I manipulate everything and know everything? This childish approach holds extreme truths and power in actuality, they need to be met only by the maturity of life.

Just these passing months I have revealed something I did without knowing when I was a little and in a very bad place health-related. I was in the hospital and I told my father to buy me a book I saw in a place, because of the picture it had. It happened to be 100 myths of the creation. On the first page, it read about Enki. I then didn’t read the book but opened and draw something on it. Years later I found this book in my basement and opened to find only on the first page the name Enki circled and evidenced on it, in an innocent way and attempt of the circle. I was so deeply touched by this, I was unaware until recently about this.

The truth to me always resonated in my heart as a feeling of home, of a place of comfort. The truth gave me comfort and power in life. When I was happy, connecting with this flame and passion for truth, I became tenfold happier, and when I was sad, I always reminded myself of the true nature of things, which made the actual problem I was facing a little temporary pause of happiness.

The only religion is life itself, which is the eternal truth. Reading about it, pulled me closer, seeing it I felt it closer and living it created in me all which can’t be expressed in words and feelings.

So to summarize my whole incentive is that growing close to the truth is by heart and love of truth. It is a seeking of home, and when found as it is now to all who read this, the heart is there to extend the truth up to eternal nourishment of life and happiness. Never forget your every interaction with truth and expansion in your life, it gives meaning to what you are and seek to do in the future.