A person standing before the open entrance of a library, symbolizing curiosity and the willingness to explore new perspectives.

Following Curiosity

August 05, 20263 min read

Following Curiosity

Part 4: What Else Had I Been Missing?

A person standing before the open entrance of a library, symbolizing curiosity and the willingness to explore new perspectives.

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By the end of my last blog, curiosity had replaced certainty.

I no longer felt like I needed to immediately explain everything I experienced.

Instead, I found myself asking a much simpler question.

What can this teach me?

That one question quietly changed the direction of my life.

Not because it gave me answers.

Because it made me willing to learn.

Meditation had already helped ease my suffering.

Naturally, I became curious about where it came from.

A compass resting on an open journal, representing choosing curiosity as a guide rather than certainty.

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Before then, I hadn't spent much time exploring Eastern philosophies.

Not because I had carefully studied them and decided they weren't for me.

I had simply inherited assumptions that kept me from looking very deeply.

Meditation challenged those assumptions.

If something that had helped me so profoundly came from a tradition I had barely taken the time to understand...

What else had I overlooked?

That wasn't a question of belief.

It was a question of curiosity.

A world map with connecting threads across continents, representing the discovery of similar practices and ideas across many cultures.

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The first thing that surprised me as I started learning more about meditation was how far back it went.

And how wide.

Practices resembling meditation existed across cultures, religions, and continents.

Different names.

Different traditions.

Different languages.

But often remarkably similar intentions.

The more I learned, the more I started noticing something that genuinely stopped me.

In many traditions, what we call meditation looked a lot like what others call prayer.

Not the recited kind.

Not the performative kind.

But the quiet kind.

The still kind.

The kind where you sit with something larger than yourself and simply listen.

That realization did something to me.

Because if traditions that looked so different on the surface could arrive at something so similar underneath...

What did that say about human experience?

What did it say about what people have been searching for throughout history?

I wasn't interested in deciding which tradition had gotten it right.

I was fascinated that so many different cultures had independently discovered practices that pointed people inward.

A symbolic energy body beside an anatomical illustration, representing curiosity about different frameworks for understanding the body.

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As my curiosity grew, I also became interested in ideas I would have ignored years earlier.

I began learning about concepts like chakras, the energy body, and different ways cultures have understood the relationship between the mind and the body.

One thing that especially caught my attention was the correspondence many people draw between the chakra system and the endocrine glands.

I wasn't looking for proof that one explained the other.

I wasn't trying to decide which perspective was right.

I was simply fascinated that entirely different traditions sometimes described the human experience in surprisingly similar ways.

Instead of asking,

"Which one is true?"

I found myself asking,

"What might each of them have to teach me?"

Two forest paths joining into one, representing curiosity and discernment existing together.

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Looking back, I think that's what changed more than anything else.

Not my beliefs.

My relationship with learning.

I stopped approaching unfamiliar ideas as something I needed to either accept or reject immediately.

I became comfortable sitting with them.

Thinking about them.

Learning from them.

Allowing them to challenge my assumptions without feeling like I had to abandon everything I already believed.

What surprised me most was realizing I didn't have to choose between curiosity and discernment.

They could exist together.

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I thought curiosity would simply broaden my perspective.

I didn't realize it was about to challenge the way I understood my own experiences.

That's the story I'll share in the next blog.

A person looking across a calm lake toward distant mountains, representing openness to experiences that have yet to unfold.

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Author's Note

If you've been reading along, thank you for continuing this journey with me.

If this is your first blog in the series, welcome.

I hope this encourages you to stay curious—not because curiosity guarantees you'll find the answers, but because it reminds us that there's always more we can learn.

Sometimes growth doesn't begin with certainty.

Sometimes it begins with the simple willingness to ask one more question.

With love,

— Hadija (Higher Heart Warrior Channel)

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