Now we remember
The journey is no longer about healing, but about awakening to who we have always been.
I feel such a passion run through me at the sheer grandeur of this thing we call life, a force so deeply moving it cannot be contained by words alone.
We are no longer healing, we are remembering. Those who have journeyed through the depths, who have sat with their shadows and danced with their truth, are now in the quiet bloom of remembrance, a sacred state where the story is no longer tied to a person or a moment in time, no longer tethered to the constructs of this life, because something greater has stirred within us, something vast and ancient that reminds us we are part of a much bigger rhythm, one that transcends the self.
Each of us is walking a different stage of our soul’s unfolding, and that is not something to fix or rush or compare, but rather to honour, because your path is yours for a reason, shaped by lifetimes, layered with meaning, and filled with signs that are waiting to be seen with the heart, not just the eyes.
In this remembering, we begin to understand that we are not just healing wounds, we are awakening to the truth that we are a shared consciousness, a living, breathing expression of something far greater than the shadows we have walked through, far greater than the mirrors held up to us by others, far greater than the stories we once believed defined us.
Life, in its purest form, is the realisation that we are one, one with the Earth, one with the cosmos, one with every living thing that has ever breathed and loved and lost and when that knowing settles into your bones, the heaviness of society’s expectations begins to dissolve, making space for the luminous wonder of simply being alive.
Imagine living in a way where every day holds beauty, not because everything is perfect, but because your inner compass no longer bends to the weight of what others think, or what the world tells you to become. Because the pressures of society no longer apply when you are rooted in something timeless and true.
And once that connection to the real, to the sacred, is remembered, it cannot be undone. It lives in you. It breathes through you. It colours your view of the world with reverence, for the grief, for the joy, for the heartbreak, for the mystery, for all of it.
You no longer judge the pace or path of others or self. You simply trust. You trust in the slow return of remembrance, in the cycles and seasons of every soul, in the same way you trust that nature never rushes, yet everything always arrives in its own time.
Yes, I still feel the weight of the unknown at times. I still ask why certain things had to happen the way they did. But I no longer hold onto those questions with the same grip, because something deeper within me knows that all of it, the ache, the joy, the longing, the clarity is part of a larger vision, one that we are all working towards in our own quiet way.
The most profound evolution you will ever experience is the shift away from self. When you step beyond the confines of personal identity and begin to see yourself as a vessel for something much greater, you open to the brilliance of life on this Earth, in this body, in this moment.
And so I sit now, in stillness and awe, grounded in the sacred pulse of the Earth beneath me, held by the ancient rhythm of the universe that surrounds me, softened by the presence of the ancestors walking beside me, listening to their whispers, feeling their guidance, and most of all, being moved by the pure and boundless love that flows through the heartbeat of Mother Earth.
I feel deeply grateful to be alive at this point in time, awake to the miracle of it all, finally able to see with clarity what was always there.
Can you feel the whispers of Mother Earth? Is she calling you to look beyond the self and truly see?
