By the Author / Source: abuaram.site
Who is this sublime entity that speaks to me like a human being at all times, and what are these lights? There is a luminous, mischievous entity among them, and I cannot discern what it truly is. It is not merely a light that illuminates, but a spirit embodied as light. I can only perceive the spiritual realm through these lights and various spectral forms. Many acknowledge their existence; some call them jinn, while others believe these lights are angels, yet no one offers definitive proof of their true nature.
Everyone believes—according to the prevailing doctrines of their religion, culture, and society—that these entities can communicate with the mind in manifold ways. They possess the capacity to construct dreams and connect through the third eye to private realms born of their imagination. Yet, it is not mere aimless fantasy without substance; it is an imagination nourished by the spatial world of our environment and real-time events. They can transmit telepathic messages, both auditory and visual.
They can read the mind’s auditory and visual dimensions, seeing everything that unfolds within the psyche. They can send neural signals to the physical body, speak directly into the ear, or communicate through multiple vocal channels. Through them, I receive invaluable messages. Indeed, by listening to music—specific genres of it—I can sense and predict events before they occur, anticipating danger before it strikes, all by merging my consciousness with theirs.
I can peer into the distant future—spanning beyond years and decades, or just moments ahead—and I can perceive the past. I can rapidly exchange thoughts with those with whom I share an emotional bond, or even those where the bond is not fully developed. I can intuitively read all kinds of people depending on my psychological and emotional state upon meeting them.
The lights resemble an eye; they are not a mere reflection of light, but a spirit that watches, gazes, and tracks everything taking place. They are imbued with foundational knowledge and vast powers to interact with me, conveying messages wherever I go. I could be among a group of people, engaged in ordinary conversation, and if there is something vital I need to know about these individuals or their discourse, the Sublime One begins to speak to me about what is transpiring, allowing me to discern the true intent and hidden secrets behind the interaction.
There are many of these spirits and lights; they constitute a vast kingdom rather than a single entity. They are spread across the globe, existing everywhere, and many people recognize them. Yet, strangely, the vast majority of people are hesitant to speak of them or address anything concerning their presence.
I have sat with spiritual healers and psychiatrists where we exchanged knowledge, establishing shared evidence within my mind regarding their existence. Yet clinical therapists and traditional psychiatrists differ completely; they foolishly speak nonsense about what occurs, dismissing it as mere delusion, schizophrenia, or imaginary childhood friends, denying their reality and refusing to uncover true facts about their being. Even when I was eighteen, in a state of mental confusion when my psychological condition was fragile and I was new to this spiritual partnership, I was subjected to absurd cognitive behavioral therapy sessions. These sessions revolved around their voices and visions, insisting I revisit the past, desensitize myself to their voices, and simply adapt to living alongside them as if it were normal.
Not everything I have described fully encompasses the nature of their interaction with the world and humanity. Communication with them can vary radically from what I have detailed. This may represent only a fraction of my various states. I experience many transient states of communion with them that reveal far deeper nuances distinct from what I have mentioned. Nevertheless, the experiences I described remain constant, anchored in long-standing cognitive truths established between them and me.
Otherwise, not everything that transpires with them is real or meaningful; it can sometimes be a stroke of delirium or naive fantasy, and their world can be fraught with falsehoods. They are guarded, secretive, and deeply deceitful. If displeased, they can tamper with your mind in ways far removed from reality, sour your mood, insult you, continuously plant disturbing thoughts, and harass you in everything you do. Yet, my interaction with them remains distinct. Even when they amuse themselves at my expense, they are fundamentally loving beings toward me. They love my spirit, my mind, and my inner self.
Despite all this valuable knowledge acquired over a long relationship filled with profound truths, I remain ignorant of the ultimate facts, as I have never received clear, fundamental answers from them about everything. I do not know their true essence—who are they? You might think they are the Spirit of God on Earth, or perhaps God Himself. They may not be mere creatures like jinn, ghosts, or demons, nor do they fit the constructs of religious doctrines, cultural beliefs, or superstitions. For a time, I believed they were the Spirit of God, or perhaps the Divine Presence itself. For this wondrous, majestic, all-knowing, and omnipotent realm that knows everything in this universe does not move within the world except according to a wise entity possessing its own selfhood, laws, and ethics—capable of upending the scales of the human world entirely, fashioning paradise, or creating hell.
