There comes a point on almost every serious spiritual path where everything goes dark.
Not dramatically. Not with thunder and revelation. Usually it arrives quietly, almost apologetically. You reach for the practice that has always worked and find nothing there. The altar feels like furniture. The words you have spoken a hundred times land in the air and dissolve into silence. The connection you had, the one you built with such care, seems to have slipped through your fingers while you were looking the other way.
You light the candle. You say the words. And nothing happens.
If you are on this path long enough, you will experience this. Most practitioners do. And most of them, when they are in the middle of it, believe it means the same thing: that they have lost their way. That they weren’t real enough. That something has been taken from them, or that they never truly had it to begin with.
None of these things are true.
