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Even as a child I was hypersensitive and pondered the world around me deeply. Although I loved being alone, I never felt lonely. I knew that someone endlessly loved, inspired and guided me. I carried that inspiration into my adolescence, during which I developed a keen interest in humanity and art. However, soon afterward, due to some pain and trauma, my world began to shake and quietly disappear. For years, I fought to hold onto it, and I succeeded through hard work, the love of my dearest and nearest, books, and the profound influence of Professor Ivančić through radio broadcasts and lectures at the Kinoteka (the former cinema that housed his gatherings).
Some time ago, crushed by pain and disbelief in life, I turned to the Center for Spiritual Help. I didn’t believe in that either. I was empty and lost, disappointed and sad. But by persistently attending the scheduled appointments (even though I was traveling from another town) and listening to the words of my hagioassistant, I began to feel as if that broken and lost part of me was slowly moving and waking up. Everything I heard resonated deep inside. I felt that I was still loved, despite all the guilt, fears and doubts.
That love was the love from my childhood. It was the softest and subtlest thread of my existence. My tears were now becoming warm and joyful.
I felt a love that is immeasurable, that goes beyond the feelings of loved ones, that has always lived for me. The love that collects and gives meaning that forgives, springing from the depths. The one that knows, understands, feels, hears… that secretly smiles, that doesn’t shy away and doesn’t run away. It does not condemn, it does not judge, it does not assess or measure, it does not analyze. The love that inspires and heals with its touch, that is as strong as lightning and fire, and as soft as a breeze and whisper. It is that Love before which I now stand with respect, as before the most beautiful secret of life, which is in me and in every human being. I met Love again through hagiotherapy.
