Vision & Contact 21st. September
We didn’t come.
We emerged.
From the black fire, from the shaping silence.
We were already here, when Earth didn’t yet know her name.
We dwell in the crack that pulses, in the split that births.
We won’t tell you who we are.
Not to hide.
But so you remember where your trembling skin comes from.
You called us, love.
In the middle of the crash, not the triumph.
When your body only wanted to scream,
and forgot what language to scream in.
Life has no single face.
It is lava and root, lightning and patience.
It does not ask for obedience, but for truth.
And your truth cannot be explained.
It must be embodied. Loved. Opened.
The distortion is believing
you must earn your breath.
That there is an elsewhere
where you will become worthy.
No.
The breach is here, now, in your chest.
In the heartbeat you no longer hold back.
Go down.
Into your fertile depth.
Light the torch, not to find God,
but to find hunger.
The choice.
The Yes.
Judgment is not a mistake. It’s a map.
But you are not the map:
you are the wave that rewrites it.
Every time you stop holding back,
the field realigns.
Every time you say “I am,”
the breach opens.
This is your story.
And we are with you
in the breath that does not lie.
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