I think some symbols might be embedded into existence.

Everything I now about God comes from within. I have no religious teaching, no scriptures, no prayers, no nothing but my own experiences.

Yet, I've found myself, under substances, to practice specific signs or prayers. Moving my hand from my head to my hearts and forward, again and again.

It was like painting existence with that movement. That symbol. I don't know what or why that was but it felt right. It simply felt right.