We are born into a world full of wonder and mystery, that is vibrant and alive, where everything little thing contains meaning and every little thing is ensouled. Then slowly over the years that world is painted over into grey scale – we are taught that everything important was discovered already, that even the things that can’t be explained surely have a boring explanation, that there is no real meaning to anything, that we live in a dead random world of molecules predictably colliding into each other and DNA seeking to self-replicate.
But when we peel back the curtain on all of that mental conditioning, we find that the mystery never really went anywhere. The world is still vibrant and alive, filled with inexplicable mysteries, premonitions, synchronicities and acts of God that have always leaked up through the cracks in the materialist façade. That there is a world beyond what we can see with our eyes and touch with our fingers that somehow influences everything, winking at us from behind the veil.
