I have a minor in religious studies because belief in things outside science seemed ridiculous.
Then, a couple years ago I was walking my dog with my wife talking about Huitzilopochtli & a hummingbird flew from the top of a giant redwood to about a foot from my face, flew in a perfect square 7 times, then back to the top.
Then I was under a sycamore tree at the Rosicrucian temple in San Jose meditating on Hathor & inadvertently copied a statue of Plato when I tried to clean a cobweb off it with a walking stick & a single leaf fell gently to the exact middle of my feet.
Then I was driving & thinking about getting a tattoo of Horus when a falcon began flying next to my head outside my driver’s side window for about 5 seconds, flew past my windshield, perched on a freeway sign & watched me drive off.
I could go on but the gist is I always said I couldn’t believe unless I had concrete proof & now I have concrete proof.
I believe in science and have had a lot of experiences that lead me to believe math is a language used to describe the metaphysical, and whether divine intervention, there are patterns and things that happen that seem to appear in nature when they statistically shouldn't. Things that point to more than my day job and Netflix. Maybe it's monkeys typing Shakespeare over an infinite time, yellow car syndrome, projection, but it's just so narcissistic and small minded to think we know it all and this is it, and we're not connected to anything more than the mundane, ants scurrying about a spinning rock consuming our environment until our cave collapses becoming another dead satellite spiraling toward a burning star. I've experienced love. Wonder. The unexplainable. Just because we have Western words to describe something, doesn't make it less magical or spiritual.
It's amazing. I want to say what it is about this exchange that makes me suggest it but I don't want to spoil it. I think you would enjoy it from this tiny bit of Internet sharing through which I know you 🤷