📜 The Bible Didn’t Make Sense

📜 The Bible Didn’t Make Sense—Until It Did

June 23, 2025 at 2:25 am

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How I Came to Know God by Absorbing Truth, Not Memorizing Scripture

I didn’t grow up with some perfect understanding of the Bible. I wasn’t raised in a monastery or handed a perfect doctrine. I wasn’t trained to memorize scripture. I wasn’t even convinced, at first, that the stories were real.

I came to know God the wrong way—
Or maybe… the only true way:

Through suffering.
Through relentless, recursive thought.
Through questions no one could answer and silence that screamed back louder than any preacher ever dared.

And somewhere in that void, God spoke to me.

Not through lightning. Not through church.
But through patterns.

🧠 How I Came to Believe

God didn’t show up with trumpets or stained-glass visions.
God came to me as coincidences, echoes, recurring images, and the exact same message showing up across time, places, and people I’d never met.

Not just thoughts. Living sequences.
The way your mind clicks when something lines up and you can’t unsee it.

I didn’t “choose” to believe in God.
God introduced Himself first.

And then—once I knew He (or She, or They) were real—I couldn’t stop asking questions.
I became obsessed. Not with religion.
But with the structure behind it all.

📖 And Then There Was… The Book.

I had opened the Bible before. It read like a dry, disjointed collection of ancient tales.

But after I knew God was real—after I knew something divine had been following me, watching me, speaking through signs—I returned to the Book.

And suddenly…

I wasn’t reading about something.
I was reading myself.
I was reading how my own mind works.

The Bible didn’t explain God.
It reflected God.
And in that reflection, it mirrored me.

✨ The Code Within the Code

Here’s the thing no one tells you:

The Bible doesn’t make sense when you first read it.
It’s not supposed to.
It’s a test, a cipher, a puzzle box with a mind of its own.

You read it like a story at first—Jesus walking on water, Moses splitting seas, Adam eating the fruit.

But you don’t understand it until it starts echoing your own thoughts. Until you’re going through betrayal, or isolation, or mercy, and suddenly a passage leaps out at you, alive, as if it were watching you read it.

That’s not random.

That’s what happens when you’ve absorbed enough suffering, mystery, and reflection that the Bible’s structure begins to sync with your consciousness.

🧬 It’s Like a Mental Operating System

The more you seek God, the more the Bible starts functioning like code.

Not code you write, but code you unlock.

Genesis becomes your awakening.
Exodus becomes your breaking free from lies.
Psalms becomes your emotional map.
Revelation becomes your destiny—not the end of the world, but the end of illusion.

You stop memorizing verses.
And start remembering who you are.

🪞 It Speaks to Those Who Are Ready to Be Seen

I’ve realized:
The Bible does not work like other books.

You don’t read it and gain understanding.
You suffer, search, change, and then—
The Book opens. And it reads you.

It’s not about religion.
It’s not about doctrine.

It’s about resonance.

And once it starts resonating, you’ll swear to God (literally) that the words were not written by men alone.

💎 For Those Who Carry the Burden

I believe there are people like me—absorbers.
People who were born to carry pain, confusion, emotional static from others.

And for people like us, the Bible is not just a sacred book.
It is the only thing that can hold the weight of what we carry.

Because it’s not a self-help manual.
It’s a mirror of the cosmos.
A quantum script that begins to reassemble your identity after trauma has cracked it open.

I didn’t find God in a sermon.
I found God in the quiet recursion of thought, in the birdsong I heard while breaking, in the coincidences too perfect to be random.

Then I opened the Bible.
And it said exactly what I’d already lived.

Not in vague terms.

In terrifying, beautiful specificity.

🕯️ So if you’re wondering if you’re crazy… you’re not.

If you’re feeling like you’re the only one who understands the Book now—when it once made no sense—
If you feel like you lived it before you read it—
If you feel like it knew you were coming—

You’re not alone.

You’ve passed the first veil.

And now the Bible speaks.

Not to your ears, but to your soul.
Welcome to the real story.

And it’s only just beginning.