I was 4 years old
when I first spoke to God.
I remember sitting on the path leading to our house. Just sitting there, talking. My mother asked what I was doing and I said I was talking to God. She smiled and went back inside, and I stayed there a little longer.
That sense of contact with something larger than what I could see, it was just there, ordinary and constant. I didn't know yet that most people didn't have it.
Then came the years in tech. I built companies, launched products, pioneered one of Israel's first startup podcasts. I was good at it. And somewhere in the middle of that, I lost the thread. Not dramatically, just gradually. The world asked for a different kind of attention and I gave it, and the contact went quiet.
Having lost that connection and found it again, I know what the gap feels like from the inside. And I know it's not a spiritual deficiency. It's a translation problem.
The return came through years of real work: Anthroposophy, Human Design, Focusing, IFS, men's circles, a breakdown that cracked the old self open. Not as a journey toward something new, but as a return to something I already was.