spiritual awakening
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I will not pretend the demon arrived late. He was there from the beginning, standing guard where love kept bleeding through the cracks. He learned early that staying hurts less than being left, that holding on feels safer than admitting something is already gone. So he speaks first. I stayed longer than I should have.I…
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You don’t choose who knocks.You only choose whether you answer. People return to the lighthouse door for reasons that rarely match the surface.Some come back because the memory of the light stayed with them longer than expected.Some return because the steadiness once offered felt like the first solid ground in a long time.Some arrive hoping…
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There’s a certain kind of person who ends up on the edge of the world with a light in their hands.Not because they were chosen.Not because they volunteered.But because the world kept pulling them upward until the ground fell away and the view widened. Up here, you see everything.The patterns.The cycles.The same mistakes in different…
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(Headphones on-Meeting of the Higher Selves-Patrick Bernard-and to think 30 minutes ago we were at the gym listening to Welcome to the circus-FFDP-The Irony in life is epic) You don’t really understand the weight of being human until you’ve already crossed the threshold.Not the one people talk about — not awakening, not enlightenment, not surrender…
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You stopped calling it healing.You began calling it remembering. Because you realized healing implied there was once a wound that defined you, but remembering reminded you that you were never truly broken—only divided by perspective. Now, when you wake, the air bends around you. Not as a servant, not as a mirror, but as an…
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What is spoken into being eventually develops a voice of its own. There comes a moment in every creator’s life when the world stops behaving like clay and starts behaving like a witness. In the beginning, every word feels like command. Every vision, a quiet suggestion to the fabric of existence. You speak, and reality…
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Nothing— Not the kind that means absence, but the kind that trembles with everything that has not yet chosen a shape. A silence so full it feels like the inhale before a universe decides whether or not it wants to be born. I wait for the thought to arrive, but the waiting feels strange now.…
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There once was a time when everything shimmered with mystery. When the air itself felt alive, and even silence hummed with potential. Before the awakening, before the glasses were put on, life was new—untamed, glowing at the edges. You didn’t yet know that truth could sting, that knowing could cost you softness. Back then, wonder…
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It’s all in the eyes.That shimmer before the storm.The quiet confession no lips could ever make.You can read a lifetime there—Pain layered with pride,strength trembling beneath soft defeat.The eyes don’t lie,even when the mouth is busy telling stories. There’s anger in them too,and love that once tried to save the world.Lust, that wild animal that…
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You don’t have time to worry about another person’s life when you’re focused on your own creation.Jealousy grows in the soil of stillness.It comes from the ones who haven’t moved in a while—who stand watching, comparing, doubting, while their own dreams collect dust. But you—you are in motion.You’re building a life that feels alive beneath…
