No Drugs, No Meditation…Really?

Yes, really.

Not only did my shift in consciousness occur without any external influences, but it happened despite my disbelief in God and without any real awareness of spirituality.

I did, however, have an early grounding in the Anglican faith - and, looking back, I can see that perhaps the seeds of change were planted long before I knew what they were...

Throughout my childhood, my mom took my siblings and me to church, where I felt particularly drawn to the parables - stories of kindness, compassion, forgiveness, and redemption. Hearing ancient tales like the Good Samaritan, the Prodigal Son, and the Lost Sheep filled me with a warmth and light I couldn't explain. I never spoke about it but carried that feeling in my heart like inner sunshine.

By the time I reached my teenage years, those magical moments of resonance had been buried beneath the pressure to conform. Raised to “behave properly” in order to be loved, I slipped into patterns of invisibility and people-pleasing. To me, it seemed that God also operated from a place of judgment and retribution. So, little by little, I drifted away from my inner child and lost faith in a higher power. Sunday church services began to feel less like an uplifting experience and more like an excuse for the congregation to mill about afterward, drinking coffee and gossiping with their neighbours. My disenchantment with religion coincided naturally with my mom's return to work, and regular church services became a thing of the past.

But something remained.

Decades later, despite my departure from religion, the light survived. Even in the face of loss, betrayal, loneliness, darkness, and despair, a small corner of my heart held onto those wonder-filled moments. It was this tiny part of me that ultimately saved my life - allowing me to reconnect not only with myself and my soul, but with the Source of Divine Love.

My mom wanted to call my sudden transformation a miracle - an idea that I immediately rejected. Miracles are often viewed as rare events, reserved for the spiritually deserving few. But in my heart of hearts, I know the opposite is true.

Transformation - shifts in consciousness, enlightenment, awakening - is available to everyone.

Once you experience such a shift, you are forever changed. There is a profound sense of gratitude, a deep knowing that your life has meaning, and an undeniable clarity about your reason for being.

For me, that clarity was instantaneous.

I knew I was meant to pave a path for others to follow. And I was meant to share my experience in a way that could be easily understood without religious faith, spiritual expertise, plant medicine, hypnosis, drugs, meditation, yoga retreats, or gurus. Not that I dismiss any of these paths. Everyone's journey is different.

What filled me with such excitement was the simplicity of my experience.

Difficult, yes. But simple.

I didn't need to learn a complicated spiritual system. I just needed to change my mind - to challenge the lifetime of negative conditioning that I had accepted as truth. And the moment I chose to defy my ego and defend my inner child, I opened my heart. There, beneath all the conditioning, all the fear, all the judgment, and all the pain, I found a small flame of Love that had been there all along.

Do I believe in God now? If God is Love, then the answer is a resounding yes.

Change your mind - change your life. 

It’s really that simple.

D 🩵