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“Channels of my spirit open up!” It’s a captivating song by Dunsin Oyekan that I found myself ruminating over recently. What if the very way you’re meditating is opening the wrong doors?

Last week, I opened a window into my university years—how I redefined success through God’s script rather than society’s.
But what I didn’t share was how I changed my thinking. How my restless mind found stillness.

I’ll be honest. I loved the idea of floating in glory clouds, lost in some grand, mystical experience.

But sitting still? In silence?

That felt more like torture than worship.

What if the darkness you’re facing isn’t your archnemesis… but an invitation?
Many of us have this primal fear of the dark, the unknown and tend to shrink back in the quiet.
But from the very beginning, darkness was never meant to intimidate those fashioned in the image of God.
It was the canvas where the Creator first declared, “Let there be light.”

“To infinity and beyond!” The excitement and anticipation in the air were palpable, stretching as far as the lines to enter the hall.

I arrived half an hour before the doors were supposed to open, expecting to have ample time to settle in. But as I looked ahead, I was amazed at how patiently people waited, their faces filled with anticipation.

They came in their numbers, just like I did, for training in the prophetic.

Willing to sacrifice their time, willing to endure a bit of discomfort, just to secure a preferred seat to learn.