One morning, as I was crossing a footbridge with no one around, I started to exhibit flu-like symptoms. It was immediately clear to me that the problem didn’t come from exposure to germs, contrary to what I used to think in the past.
I prayed to know that my health and my freedom are not at the mercy of an inopportune meeting or an accident, or at the mercy of any particular set of circumstances, but they rest on the divine grace that maintains the harmony of all being, including my life.
In a radical way, this inspired perception of spiritual truth helped me see and refute the lie of illness. The lie was simply a mental intrusion that I didn’t have to accept—an error of belief that said I was vulnerable to illness and suffering. This lie was actually nothingness, a false supposition that the flu could present itself as something—a convincing reality—but I didn’t fall for it.