My name is Luna and I am writing this collection of insights and information to help others who are seeking guidance on their spiritual journey. The information is comprised of decades of experience, research, and observation. I am not using AI to write, so the information will be slower to post. I’ve always been a literal thinker, and that made my own spiritual path a challenge. Over time I’ve come to see that, across both past and present cultures, the essence of these teachings is the same, only the labels and descriptions change. I have also realized for me at least, when you reference Esoteric teachings across cultures you get a far more complete picture. The confusion often occurs when the labels are used subjectively. It is for this reason that I will try to be very specific.

    I grew up in a challenging environment where love and safety often felt out of reach. From an early age, I made a conscious decision to live in a way that defied those expectations. I wasn’t sure who I wanted to be, but I knew who I didn’t want to be. I started analyzing the people around me, how they acted, what they valued, and used those observations as a guide. I used this information to shape myself. If they displayed behaviors that aligned with my personal morals, I would consider how those traits could be applied to my own life and if their behavior did not align, I would look within myself to make sure I didn’t have those same traits. That practice of self-shaping became my roadmap, and it still guides me today.

   As my life progressed and I hit certain life milestones my early life made less sense and the rage I felt towards the pivotal people in my family sent me on a path of healing. The desire to understand how people can be cruel towards those they claimed to love sent me searching for answers. I read every true crime book I could get my hands trying to figure out how people could harm others. Many of these books delved into the early lives of these people and the cruelty they themselves had experienced. This led me to assume that those who harmed me had endured similar experiences. I thought forgiveness would heal me and I used what I learned to work towards forgiving them. What I learned was that forgiving them did not in fact heal me. It did other things for me, and it did play a role in my healing, but it wasn’t the only answer. I spent decades unlearning all the things I had learned to survive and protect myself; it was learning how to return to myself that finally put me close to the finish line.

   Religion played a monumental role in my early childhood. I wasn’t forced to go to church, I chose to go because it was a refuge away from home, however in the 4th grade I stopped going because the teachings didn’t align with my beliefs regarding God. At this age I understood what love was and what love was not and the idea of “Gods wrath” made no sense. Still, I held to a sense of the divine, just not one I was learning from another person. The divine became my compass, since I didn’t have guidance. I would always consider the morals of my choices and where those morals came from.

  As I grew older my beliefs didn’t change but how I practiced those beliefs did. Once I realized that my belief in God was something I had been taught by my grandmother I knew I needed to really look at it and test those beliefs. I had been following a religious path for so long that I wasn’t sure where to begin so I denounced all beliefs in a higher power. I spent about a year practicing atheism, but it felt empty. So, to no one in particular I said out loud “God if you are real, prove it.” Within a week the Double-Slit experiment showed up in my life. At this point I had never even heard of Quantum mechanics, but the headline was captivating, and I love science. After reading the article I saw that as my proof, and I fell down the rabbit hole learning all I could. Up until this point I had only been curious about the metaphysical. It had always played a role in my life, but it was in such a way that it was simply life. No one ever explained any aspect of it, and they treated it like a big secret even though it was our way of life. As I learned more on my own and I reflect on it I can see the signs, but like I said earlier I am very literal, I needed explanations.

  What I share here is my own experience, offered in the hope it may help someone else. Hearing another person’s story can shift our perspective and spark insights we might not find on our own. Two people can live through the same event and come away with entirely different understandings. If even one person finds guidance or comfort in these pages, I will feel that my purpose has been fulfilled..