How I found the God.

I was born in Slovakia, which is a broadly religious country — more specifically, Christian. My parents were never really believers, but my grandparents on my father’s side were. So my parents weren’t pushy about it, but they still sort of supported the natural flow of Christian beliefs and my grandparents’ wish for us kids to follow the church to some extent. Even though my father didn’t really care — and if I said I didn’t want to go, he would probably be on my side.

For a long time, I believed that Jesus was God and that we were basically rubbish because we are sinners 😅. I went to church, followed the crowd — village people are like blind sheep; it’s a miracle if one turns black and actually sees it through. Anyway, I have to admit that everything said in church — sermons, prayers, songs — always went in one ear and out the other. It never stayed. It never really landed. I remembered some basic prayers, and that was about it.

When I was in high school, I had a history teacher — a very quirky lady — and she was the first person who questioned the idea of Jesus as God, the church, and religion as a whole. She cracked me open back then. What she was saying made sense immediately. She wasn’t spiritual — I believe she was actually a non-believer — but she questioned something my whole body felt was right. From then on, I started questioning more and trying to understand more.

Shortly after, I met who I now call my “spiritual teacher.” She was another teacher from the same school who joined later. She knew a lot — she was a channel, she did energy work, card readings, healing. I always felt so enriched after spending time with her or even just talking to her. With her, a whole new chapter began — or better said, I unlocked the next chamber. I was

extremely curious — and I still am 😄.

From then on, I lived the party life of a young woman. I wasn’t really thinking about God or spirituality, I wasn’t attending church — nothing. But of course, if any signs or conversations about these topics appeared, I listened. Years passed, and after I moved to Australia, I was exposed to people with very interesting ideas and beliefs. Australia is a place where many cultures live together, so people are more open and used to hearing about different belief systems and ideologies.

Here and there, I had little flashes of light — but I still ignored them.

Until COVID hit. The first lockdown.

was the time I became more open and curious. It just happened. I wanted to practice meditation (I had tried before, but I always fell asleep and gave up), and I wanted to read more. Somehow, OSHO found its way into my hands. It was a small book, not deeply spiritual — easy and pleasant to read. It was more about us as people: aging, dying, and the differences between Eastern and Western perspectives on life.

Long story short, that book completely changed the way I saw and understood my body — as a changing object — and how to perceive it from a universal perspective. Since then, I’ve accepted my body aging the way it wants. I no longer fear aging, body changes, or death. That book will always be one of my favorites, and I still love reading OSHO.

Time went on, and slowly I started questioning more, thinking deeper about the world and existence. Whenever I met someone interested in the Universe, I got incredibly excited and wanted to exchange ideas and knowledge.

After separating from my ex-partner, I went even deeper into spirituality. I was led by intuition — by knowing — to take a Reiki course. It was funny, because I knew Reiki existed, but I didn’t really know much about it. I just knew I had to do it. That’s how I completed Reiki Level 1 and 2.

Through Reiki practice, I got closer to God — although I wasn’t calling it God at the time. I didn’t have the understanding I have today. I called it the Universe — a general energetic force — but I understood it as God. I prayed and meditated to the Universe, not as a person or entity, but as an energetic force.

With more books, more meditation, and more practices, I got closer and understood more. I was evolving — or better said, I started remembering.

Through hardship, painful experiences, and heartbreak, I felt closer to God and understood it better. I started perceiving it as a ball of light — deeply peaceful, calming, unconditionally loving. And I understood that we come from there. I realized this light is our creator, and that we are all one consciousness.

Past lives, death, and communication with the other side fascinated me since childhood, so whenever I had the chance to learn more — through reading or meeting people who practiced regression — I didn’t hesitate. I wanted to know where we come from, our role here, why we are here, and what our purpose is.

The deeper I went, the more I received — information, insights, downloads. My intuition heightened, and my connection to my soul and its purpose became clearer.

I went through several major crises — not just one. One of the biggest was knowing too much. What I knew made complete sense, but it didn’t belong to the 3D Earth plane — it belonged to the spiritual realm. I stopped seeing the point of human life for a while. I had stepped out of the Matrix and saw it all. And once this happens, life changes. It becomes harder to live “normally.” You can still feel happiness — but you know it’s all a play, an illusion.

Naturally, this brought me even closer to God.

My daily prayers now go to God — not only to God, but including God. I went through deep suffering recently. It broke me — deeply — only so I could truly find God. Not just intellectually, but experientially.

I now understand God not just as something that is everywhere and in everything — but as the essence and structure of the entire Universe, Multiverse, or whatever we want to call it. Loving, wise, non-judgmental. Rocking you like a baby when you connect to it. Feeling so loved, calm, and peaceful.

This time, I felt it so profoundly that I can barely explain it. And suddenly, I understood what all those “crazy people” were talking about when they spoke about God.

There is no greater love than the pure love with which God loves us — and is part of us. We are it. We are God. We are Love.

And it’s so pure it makes me cry.

When you feel this, you understand that nothing can truly hurt or destroy you. Nothing feels as catastrophic or terrifying anymore. You no longer fear death, because you know you will return to God — to rest, to restore, before the next journey.

This is my version focused on God and how I experience it. I didn’t include all the interconnected topics — because that’s a huge and complex field.

Maybe Chapter 2 😄✨

Love,

Lexie