LIVE SPIRITUAL NEWS ALERT: CONFIRMED THE CREATOR IS REAL!

📡 LIVE SPIRITUAL NEWS ALERT: CONFIRMED THE CREATOR IS REAL!

A Breaking Reflection by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

🎙️ Good evening, Earthlings and wandering souls. This is not a drill.

We’ve just received confirmation undeniable, irrefutable, and absolutely soul-shaking:

The Creator is real. And folks, this isn’t just opinion… this is cosmic fact.

🌀 Cut to the scene…

Earlier today, while minding my own peaceful business and sipping on something warm and reflective, I stumbled upon a radio conversation that made my eyebrows lift and my spirit lean forward like, “Wait… she said what now?”

A woman, voice as sharp as her sarcasm, declared to the world:

“Listen, I’m not about to invest belief in something I can’t pull up on Google Maps. If I can’t weigh it, see it, swipe it, or Venmo it ...it doesn’t exist to me. I’ve been through too much. I’m a walking success story. I pay my own bills, I post my own wins, and I take my vitamins on time. I trust in me, okay? I don’t wait on the universe or pray to some ‘higher force.’ I move on my terms. That whole divine timing stuff? Cute for you foolish for me. While y’all wait on signs, I’m cashing checks. IT'S all about the hustle and you with the supernatural bull you're just daydreaming.”

🎧 Back to the newsroom Whew! The audacity has entered the chat.

I must admit, the confidence was Oscar-worthy. But somewhere between her self-worship and Wi-Fi wisdom, I shook my head with a half-laugh. Because beneath all that sass was something loud: emptiness dressed in glitter.

🌍 Let’s go to the Field of Evidence…

Now if she had only looked really looked she’d see:

• The ballet of the ocean tides, dancing to a rhythm no man composed.

• The symphony of colors in a sunset, never once duplicated.

• A caterpillar turning into a butterfly — a creature that literally dissolves into goo and is reborn.

• The way babies reach out for love before they know words.

• The instinct of animals who migrate thousands of miles without GPS or a travel agent.

That’s not “random.” That’s not “coincidence.” That’s orchestration. That's intent. That’s the quiet fingerprint of the Creator on every molecule of existence.

And while she’s trusting what she can swipe on a screen, I’m trusting the breath in my lungs which I didn't manufacture and the mercy that met me when logic said I was finished.

🧠 Let’s be clear…

You can’t see the wind, but your hat still flies off.

You can’t see sound, but you still turn up the music.

You can’t see gravity, but you’re not floating off into space during this broadcast.

So no, the Creator doesn’t have to audition for your senses. Presence doesn’t require proof when it moves like poetry and breathes like love.

🌱 And for those still wrestling with belief…

Let’s remember what’s written:

Faith without works is dead.

Not “works” like grinding 24/7 or overachieving for applause.

No spiritual works.

Obedience. Humility. Listening. Aligning. Walking that quiet walk when nobody’s clapping but the heavens.

Because what good is claiming you believe, if your actions still bow to ego, pride, and impulse?

You can say you trust the Creator, but if you’re still steering your life like you're the source of your own breath? That’s not faith. That’s performance art.

🎤 Now, allow me to report on my personal breakthrough…

There was a time I wasn’t sure. Life got muddy. My heart got bruised.

But the Creator showed up in ways too precise for chance a random act of kindness when I needed it most, a whisper in my spirit when I was on the edge, a sunrise after a long night I thought wouldn’t end.

No loud announcement. No thunderclap.

Just a gentle nudge that said, “I see you. Keep going.”

I felt it. Not in theory in reality.

It wasn’t belief anymore. It was knowing.

And baby, knowing hits different.

📺 So to the lady on the radio may peace find her.

But to you reading this right now, maybe nodding or smirking or wondering…

Look around.

Look at your story.

Look at the fact that with everything that tried to stop you you’re still here. Still breathing. Still searching. Still growing.

That’s not luck.

That’s not you. That’s the Creator’s signature on your survival.

This just in:

The Creator is real.

The evidence is endless.

And the greatest proof?

The way it feels when you finally stop fighting and start listening.

Back to you, soul.