I am not disappearing~ I am going home
“I am not afraid of dissolving. For I am not disappearing~ I am going home.”
““The One in All”
“I looked for God.
I went to a temple, and I found people.
I went to a church, and I found the same.
Then I went into my heart—
and there He was.””
I believe in one God who shows up in many forms; whether through Jesus, Shiva, the Celtic gods, the Mayan spirits… or something else entirely. God will be heard… and however people need to see Him, He’ll come in that form. That’s why I don’t see polytheism and monotheism as opposites, they’re just different windows into the same Divine presence.
To me, God is an echo inside every blade of grass… a vibration moving through every living thing, even the stones, even the water. There’s life in everything, and God is within that life. I also believe the voices of our ancestors are still here, still available to guide us if we know how to listen.
Words have power… literally. The vibrations of our voice shape reality, there are studies and even visual patterns that show how sound creates sacred geometry… the same kind of images people see on psychedelics or in deep spiritual states. That’s why I believe in speaking life into yourself. Saying “I can” changes your energy and the universe listens.
So, my religion isn’t about rules or labels… it’s about reverence… for life… for the Earth… for the Divine who speaks in many tongues and wears many faces. As long as a path is rooted in humility… care… and respect for life… I believe it’s a valid path to God.
I’ve walked a long road to get where I am now. Along the way, I’ve found pieces of truth scattered throughout every religion; but I’ve also seen the fingerprints of man in all of them. So I don’t follow any one path. I follow what I believe to be God’s whisper beneath it all.
God, whether you call the divine He, She, It, or something beyond name—lives in the echoes of every soul. You don’t need a scripture to know God. You just need to listen. You can feel God in the wind through the trees, in the stillness between thoughts, in the quiet voice inside that nudges you toward what’s good and away from what’s not.
And maybe you’ve wondered, as I once did: What about evil? If God is in everything, then how can evil exist?
That question haunted me for a long time… until I started to see it, really see it, in the eyes of those fully consumed by addiction. I’m not talking about someone struggling or trying to heal, but the ones fully overtaken, where it feels like their soul has gone quiet. All that’s left is the craving, the need. They’ll lie to the ones they love, steal from those who trust them, even sell their own children—just to feed that hunger. It’s more than addiction. It’s like witnessing demonic possession in real time. Not from hellfire, but from hollowing. From forgetting who they are.
That’s when I began to understand: evil isn’t the opposite of God—it’s the absence. It’s what grows when we forget the Divine within ourselves.
So no, I don’t call myself Christian, not in the way the world means it. If anything, I’ve wandered far from that label. But I embrace all traditions, because I believe God’s voice is trying to be heard through all of them. Through scripture, through silence, through the cries of the world, through song art and dance. And I trust that voice to guide me.
I know my God. And my God knows me. And for that reason, I know I’ll be okay.
By Angela Crosby
