My HP is wonderful- can't call it God , but whoever or whatever it's always with me. For years I have known of its presence, but in the chaos of my life chose to ignore the HP- but silently, faithfully it has been waiting for me.
Last summer I was sitting on a bench in the garden at 4.30 in the morning crying my eyes out, I had had enough- so I surrendered to my HP, apologized for ignorance of rejecting it for years and asked for help- ever since then I have been blessed with serenity and peace. There are times when I do feel in turmoil still, but that occurs when I have stopped talking to my HP.
Its impossible to describe my HP except that I feel incredible light and love surrounding me.
Life throws us strange lessons at time- I spent years crying and wailing over my emotionally absent husband, whilst simultaneously being emotionally absent to my HP - and yet I was forgiven in an instance. Now isn't that something to ponder upon!