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Are you there God? It's me, Charlotte.

Are you there God? It's me, Charlotte.

where do I even begin....

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Charlotte Roxanne
Mar 14, 2024
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In the stillness atop the hill at Lightning in a Bottle 2015, my spiritual journey began, woven from the threads of my own hybrid faith. Guided by the sun, moon, and rising signs that whispered through apps and Instagram musings, I embarked on an hour-long meditation that would forever alter my perception of the divine.

As I breathed in the crisp air, tension coiled in my chest, mingling with the anticipation of what lay ahead. The guide's voice, soft yet commanding, led us on a journey to meet God for the first time. With each breath, I delved deeper into the whirlwind of emotions, teetering on the cusp of revelation.

In that fleeting moment, I stood on the precipice of divine encounter, grappling with questions that had long eluded me. What would I ask? What did I long to know? As the guide urged us to approach with open hearts and unspoken inquiries, I felt a rush of adrenaline and trepidation course through me.

Then, as if guided by an unseen hand, I turned to face God – only to find myself staring into my own reflection. The revelation struck me like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the depths of my soul with newfound clarity. God was not a distant deity but an enlightened manifestation of myself, a mirror reflecting the universe's boundless potential.


Over the past year, and particularly in the last month, the notion of God has been etching its presence into the fabric of my consciousness. Influences from my best friend, my boyfriend (or whatever you might call our connection), and Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of "Eat Pray Love," have steered my thoughts towards questioning the nature of religion itself. Is it a genuine reflection of God, or merely a human construct laden with both goodness and folly? For 31 years, I resisted placing my faith in something so seemingly polarized.

Then, in a singular moment, a compelling urge to reach out to Him gripped me, leading to what I can only describe as divine intervention.

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