I'm a true atheist. Or agnostic. Or whatever you might call it; I never believed in anything which has no evidence of existence, and surely not something which goes far beyond humans' imagination. That goes for all beliefs regardless of race, color, form, method, smell, space or earth. 

Moreover, I always pitied those who have a belief, faith, who admire some figure walking out of a saga as if it were Santa Claus (who actually existed though). Just remember about events like the iconic clashes, inquisitions, etc., belief has a terrible marketing department, but still it's working for some miraculous (Hurray! Praise the Lord!) reason for many of billions of people. 

There is a saying, "if a million people tell the same, it must be true". So if there are sheep out there, they follow quite easily; everyone else does it, so why shouldn't I? Well, I was the warrior against this. Not actually a warrior, but banned it out of everything I did or spoke.

Following the Fatal Day of June 11 (let's just refer to FD in the next blogs, makes my life easier), something happened to me. I started to explore things deep inside of me, part of my subconsciousness which I always rejected to exist, my ego pressed it into an obscure little alley. That part has now conquered my mind, and shows me new views on life, lessons to appreciate and create. It's supernatural.

I started to paint for example. What started out as mural painting for my son has turned into serious detail-painting as landscapes and formation of situations on canvas. I never knew I have this inside me.

I found myself appreciating the smallest of things as grass seeing growing through my nurturing in the garden. Completely lost was I when some of the planted beings died.

But the most supernatural thing is that I've met my Guardian Angel. I dearly believe that my elder son is the one person who has saved me from harm during that fatal collision noone was supposed to survive, particularly not the driver.

Soon after the FD (there it is again), a month or so, we were travelling back from lake Balaton to our home. My wife asked me if I can bear to confront myself with the same motorway the accident happened on. I felt I must confront, so I confirmed. My wife drove the car, I sat right behind her, and my son sitting next to me at the right rear window. When we passed the exact location the accident happened, my son did something he never did before - he looked me and asked me to hug him tightly. He even stroke my hand carefully. This moment will never be forgotten. Who would have known my guardian angel is sitting right next to me...