@loom 27 July 2025 more from that month

Proof of the existence of the soul

# Why Am I Even Here? *A Trader’s Unexpected Spiritual Experience* Today I found myself here, writing this — and honestly, I don’t even know how I ended up on this platform. But I feel like I need to write down my experience. Maybe it's important. Maybe someone out there needs to read this. This is not about crypto — not yet. But I am a trader, and I promise I’ll write about that later. This story is about something deeper: **Why are we even here? What is this life? What is the soul?** --- When I was 17, I seriously thought about suicide. I felt like I had reached the end. I truly believed there was no such thing as a "soul" — just a body, thoughts, and nothing else. It was a Monday. I said to myself: "If by next Monday, I don’t hear a soul talk to me directly — I’ll do it. I’ll kill myself." It sounds dramatic, maybe even funny now, but I was serious. I had everything planned. --- At that time, I was in a Telegram group. Days earlier, I had asked for a certain book. Out of nowhere, someone messaged me and said he had it. We started chatting — and somehow, we ended up talking about magic and curses. I told him about someone I once knew whose child supposedly died because of a curse. He said: “You should visit that person tonight.” That person was my mother’s uncle. We hadn’t spoken to him in years. I told my mom — surprisingly, she agreed. We went. We sat. He didn’t say much. Then suddenly he said: “I’ve learned energy healing. Let me try it on you.” I stood up. He did something. Nothing really happened — or so I thought. Then it was my sister’s turn. As soon as she sat down, she had a seizure. Her voice changed — it became **deep**, **male**. He started asking questions. “Who are you?” “How did you enter her body?” The voice answered: “My name is Ahmad. I died in a motorcycle accident.” My sister began trying to strangle herself. We stopped her. When she woke up, she didn’t remember anything. But she said she saw someone “entering” her in a vision. We left around 5 AM. My father, who is disabled and had stayed home, told us: “I couldn’t sleep. I kept seeing a boy in shorts sitting on a chair in the room, and no matter how long I stared at him — he wouldn’t go away.” --- Since that night, I’ve been searching for the truth about souls and the spirit world. This is my first post here on read.cash. If people read this, I’ll continue sharing my personal experiences — maybe it helps someone out there who feels lost. #soul #crypto #god