Fasting as a Return to the Origen

I am immersed in a deep 72-hour fast, and I can feel every cell in my body trembling—cleansing, renewing itself. As I drink water and gentle tea (without sugar), as I let a soft bone broth embrace me like a balm, I notice that it’s not only my body that is fasting—my mind is too. I distance myself from disturbing images, from empty words, and draw near to silence, to contemplation, to stillness.

In this process, invisible doors open. I begin to understand things from the past, to forgive those who hurt me, and to look upon myself with tenderness. Forgiveness reveals itself as the most powerful key to free the soul; when you forgive, a stream of love, empathy, and compassion begins to flow. Each breath becomes more conscious, each thought, more lucid.

Today, as the autumn air caresses my face, I feel my spirit expand. I know there is only one God, one principle, one power—though it bears many names. I call Him God; I call Him Jehovah. Others call Him Allah, Yahweh, Brahma… He is the same Creator, my Father.

In this silent retreat, I ask Him for discernment, strength, and clarity to keep walking my path.

My body refines itself. My mind grows still. My heart opens. This fast is not renunciation; it is a return to the origin. I write from silence, because in silence the word becomes purer, and my purpose, clearer.

May each sip of water, each moment without noise, also be an act of gratitude and faith.

Because in this conscious pause, I discover that I am not empty—I am full of life, of love, and of the Divine Presence that guides me.

With deepest love: Yirka Gonzalez