I wasn’t always this version of me.

I was baptized, raised to follow rules and say the prayers – but it never quite felt like mine.

Eventually I stepped away from it all. I called myself an atheist.

But then something happened.

One night, I saw them – those glowing plasma orbs in the sky.

And the wildest part? I remembered them.

Not like a memory from childhood – deeper than that. My soul knew. And it wouldn’t let me shake them off.

The deeper I dug, the more dirt I uncovered.

Dots started connecting. Truths hidden in plain sight started to glow.

And just like that, I pulled the thread – and the whole illusion started to unravel.

This isn’t a story of conversion. This is a story of remembrance.

Of waking up from the beautiful lie.

And now?

I will help others remember too.