Inspir@migas, Sacred Whispers by AnaLo

Sometimes, I wonder why being disciplined feels so difficult for me. I see people around me who seem to honour their commitments with ease, as if they possess something I lack, while I struggle against a current that prevents me from moving forward. I feel trapped in an endless battle: I want to keep going, but I don’t know how to sustain myself on the journey. Frustration builds as I watch others start and continue projects, achieve goals, and advance with determination, while I find myself torn between the desire to move forward and the uncertainty of how to do so. What I long for most is not the results they achieve but the ability to commit to the process, to immerse myself in it, and to remain consistent. I ask myself: what sets me apart from them? What is it within me that turns consistency into such a significant challenge? (Parenthesis: Last week, I didn’t post any reflection as I had promised myself. I committed to publishing on Fridays. Why do I break my promises? Is it a lac...

*Note:  This reflection was written in Spanish, as that is how the inspiration came to me. The words flowed naturally, but a day later, during a heartfelt conversation with a dear friend, I felt compelled to share my thoughts in both languages.   Throughout human history, the Divine has found countless ways to speak to us, tailoring its voice to the needs and readiness of each era. This sacred whisper has woven through the words of prophets, visions, and sacred texts, illuminating our search for meaning and connection. Jesus of Nazareth, in his life and teachings, was a luminous expression of unconditional love—a gentle, yet radical reminder of our true essence and unity with the Divine. His message was not one of distant heavens, but of a Kingdom already within, waiting to be embraced through love and forgiveness. In the centuries that followed his time on Earth, the Gnostic Gospels emerged—texts that invited us to look inward, to discover a spirituality stripped of dogma, in...

Today, as I strolled alongside Tristan, feeling the earth cradle each step, the enchanting sounds of   La misa del siglo XXI   by Luzlands wrapped around me like a warm embrace. In that moment, the word  miracle   surfaced in my mind—a gentle invitation to explore its essence, like a soft whisper guiding my reflection. What do miracles truly mean to us? What are miracles, really?  A Course in Miracles   teaches us that miracles are not rare gifts or distant blessings reserved for a few; rather, they are a part of who we are—always within reach. They are our birthright, flowing as naturally as breath, as close as our own heartbeat. Miracles unfold when we align with our true selves, listening to the Holy Spirit instead of the voice of fear or doubt. They happen when we trade fear for love, judgment for forgiveness, and guilt for peace. Miracles emerge as glimpses of our true state—a state we don’t create but remember. Upon returning home, a quiet intuition n...

  These past few weeks, I have felt, deeply, how self-sabotage works—that profound echo the Ego uses to convince us that nothing has changed, that all our healing work has been in vain. Like a dance that paralyzes, it is a relentless whisper, almost hypnotic, trying to erase everything I have learned, pulling me down to a new kind of emotional bottom—a place where old escapes no longer exist. There is no more numbness from drugs, no refuge in abuse, no relief in self-harm. Now it is just me, face to face with raw pain and a solitude that asks me to listen in silence.     It is strange, this space where certainty crumbles, as if the noise of the mind wants to drown out the Spirit’s call, and everything else fades away, leaving only the hidden shadows of my soul, like the phases of a mysterious moon. This time, the Ego tries to make me believe I am starting over, that I am back to square one. But, deep down, I know I am not the same. I know something in me has changed, and ...