Whispers in the Tunnel

 

A trumpet in my oleander flower

Gifts from past karmas

I feel a deep sense of pride and gratitude that I was born with a spiritual inclination and have been able to lead a disciplined life, continually guided by messages from beyond that have illuminated my path and shaped my actions. Having seen some of my past lives, I know how much of dedication and hard work had gone to reach this stage. Even though these practices keep me grounded and in a state of inner peace and bliss, there are times when my mind is in total turmoil and I doubt whether my advice for others to follow spiritual path is right.

Sacred Passages

On the spiritual path, there are sacred seasons known as the dark nights of the soul, periods when the light seems distant, and the inner world feels shadowed and uncertain, and my soul writhes in agony. During these times, I feel disconnected, lost, or even abandoned by the very forces I once trusted. I start doubting whether I‘ll ever see light at the end of the tunnel that I am passing thorough.

Celestial Signs

That is when I ask for signals from the Universe so that I can imbibe courage to hang on. And I did exactly that during my recent experience. And look at what all sacred signals I got.

A leaf coming from the sponge gourd in our garden

A sapling peeping out from the marigold

Anchored Again in Grace

I realized these experiences are not signs of failure, but sacred thresholds of transformation. In these moments, it may seem as though Grace has withdrawn—but in truth, God is closer than ever, working quietly in the depths. It is in this profound emptiness that the soul is silently shedding old patterns and illusions. The darkness invites introspection, surrender, and deep trust in the unseen. Like the moon hidden behind clouds, the light has not disappeared—it is merely preparing to shine anew with greater clarity. These nights are necessary, for they carve space within for divine grace to enter. When dawn finally breaks, it brings with it a deeper wisdom, a softer heart, and a stronger spirit. The heart knows it has been held all along. The silence breaks, the light returns, and the soul sings again—not with the voice of self, but with the quiet power of divine union.