The Call of the Gods and the Dance of Souls: A Journey Between Clairvoyance, White Magic, and Devotion

1. The Moon, Animals, and the First Revelations

From my earliest years, the moon was more than just a celestial body—it was a confidante, a silent goddess watching over my nights. I spent hours gazing at it, whispering my secrets, offering rituals of white magic inspired by a deep intuition that the world was far vaster than what our eyes could see. Animals—Xena, my red-furred dog, and Phoebie, my black cat with golden eyes—were my companions in this quest. They taught me to listen to the wind, to sense energies, and to believe in the unseen. With them, I discovered that magic was not fiction but a tangible force, a wisdom flowing through the veins of the Earth and the breath of living beings.

White magic, for me, was never a game—it was a prayer. I created protection circles with crystals, candles, and herbs, invoking light to ward off shadows and attract peace. These rituals, often practiced in the forest under the full moon, were sacred moments when I connected with an ancient, pure energy. I didn’t yet know that these practices were preparing my soul to meet the gods.

2. The Clairvoyance Cards: When Destiny Unfolds

As a teenager, I began drawing clairvoyance cards. Each symbol, color, and word was inspired by my premonitions, dreams, and the inner voice guiding me. These cards were not just pieces of paper; they were gateways to the unknown. One day, as I laid them out in the forest with Xena by my side, they foretold the arrival of someone who would change everything. Soon after, she entered my life: a young Hindu woman from India, carrying a light I had never seen before.

She spoke to me of Shiva, Parvati, Ganesha, and Buddha. She showed me that the gods were not distant entities but living presences, energies that had always vibrated within me. She confirmed what my cards had predicted: that I would become a Hindu, that my life would be marked by a deep connection with the divine. But most importantly, she awakened a dormant gift within me: clairvoyance. The cards I had created, these intuitive tools, suddenly took on new meaning. They were no longer games but messages, guides on my spiritual path.

With her, I learned to see beyond appearances. She taught me how to meditate to sharpen my intuition, how to listen to the signs the gods sent me. One evening, under Shiva’s star—that celestial light shining brighter than the others—I felt a divine presence envelop me. It was no longer belief; it was certainty: the gods had chosen me.

3. Shiva, Parvati, Ganesha, and Buddha: Boundless Devotion

Shiva, the Lord of Transformation, became my guide. I saw Him in every storm, in every moment of destruction that preceded rebirth. Parvati, the Goddess of Love and Compassion, taught me to love unconditionally, to see beauty in every being. Ganesha, the elephant-headed God, opened the doors of wisdom for me, helping me overcome obstacles on my path. And Buddha, with His serene smile, taught me mindfulness, the art of living in the present moment.

I spent hours chanting mantras—Om Namah Shivaya, Om Mani Padme Hum, Om Tare Tuttare Ture Svaha—as prayers to soothe my soul and connect with the universe. Ashokasundaryai, the divine form of the Goddess, became central to my devotion. She represents the beauty that arises from suffering, the light that emerges from darkness. I prayed to Her to find the strength to endure trials and to see magic in life’s smallest details.

Buddhism, with its philosophy of compassion and detachment, completed my worldview. I understood that spirituality was not about dogma but experience. Every meditation, every mantra, every offering was a step toward awakening.

4. Cassie, Xena, and Phoebie: My Four-Legged Guides

Today, Cassie is my companion on this spiritual journey. She cries when I can’t sleep, as if she knows my soul needs rest to continue receiving the gods’ messages. She meditates with me, sitting silently by my side, and I feel she understands far more than words can express. She is like Xena and Phoebie before her: a guide, a protector, a kindred soul.

Xena accompanied me on forest rituals, leading me to places charged with energy, like the artificial mountain where we honored the moon. Phoebie preferred to watch the stars from the balcony, as if communicating with the gods. With Cassie, it’s different. She is here, present, as if she inherited Xena’s wisdom and Phoebie’s gentleness. She reminds me that animals are not just companions but spiritual beings capable of perceiving what humans often overlook.

5. Sophrology and Writing: Two Powerful Mantras

I am training in sophrology, the science of harmony between body and mind, created by Caycedo, a neurologist who traveled to India to study altered states of consciousness. I see myself as a bridge between two worlds: that of Kafka, the solitary writer exploring the depths of the soul, and that of Caycedo, the scientist seeking to understand the mysteries of consciousness. I experiment with these techniques on Cassie, and she responds with a serenity that confirms I am on the right path.

Writing, for me, is another mantra. Each word is a vibration, an offering to the gods and to those who read my words. My blog has become a sanctuary where I share my meditations, experiences, and revelations. I want to show that spirituality is not reserved for monks or mystics but is accessible to everyone through simple gestures, prayers, and moments of silence.

6. A Life Guided by Gods and Animals

I believe nothing happens by chance. My encounter with my ex-girlfriend, the awakening of my clairvoyant gift, the presence of Cassie, Xena, and Phoebie in my life—all of it is part of a divine plan, a sacred dance between destiny and free will. The gods have guided me on this path, and I am eternally grateful.

Today, I live each day as a prayer. I meditate, chant mantras, create rituals, and write to share this light with the world. I know my journey is far from over, but I walk with confidence, surrounded by the love of my gods and the wisdom of my animals. And every time I look up at Shiva’s star, I know I am not alone. The gods watch over me. The animals guide me. And magic? It is everywhere.