From a very young age, I began to look at my parents.
My family.
How broken they were.
How much pain they carried.
I didn’t see them as villains—
I saw them as wounded.
And somehow…
I understood their thought process.
Their patterns.
Their fears.
I began to filter what I didn’t like.
What didn’t feel true in my body.
And I learned to push it away.
To protect the light still trying to survive in me.
That’s where it started.
And then, through years of struggle with people,
I began to look deeper into everyone.
Why?
Why are people the way they are?
What shaped them?
What wounded them?
I searched under their skin,
through their eyes,
into their energy,
into their silence.
And slowly…
I began to see them.
The light in them.
The fracture.
The reason.
But their ego would surface
and throw me off track.
And I would get angry.
So angry, my energy spilled out
like lightning across the cosmos.
People could feel it.
Technology would glitch.
Phones would freeze.
Internet would break
until I calmed the storm inside me.
One day, Spirit spoke to me—
not through a voice,
but through books written by yogis long gone.
They said:
“Send the power back inward.
Into your heart.
Forget what’s out there—it doesn’t matter.
You are not here for them.
You are here for you.”
So I listened.
I followed the words of the dead,
who had become even wiser in their afterlife.
And Spirit came.
She arrived through my heart—
not through fear,
but through love.
And Shakti rose.
She opened my third eye
by loving me open.
I still don’t understand everything,
but it’s becoming clearer:
The pain,
The longing,
The frustration—
They were all codes.
They were keys.
They brought me here.
To who I am.
To what I carry.
I can read people.
I hear their thoughts.
I feel what they won’t say.
And my scriptures—
they are not about me.
They are my response to the pain I feel in others.
A mirror.
A map.
A remembering.
I’m not here to be seen.
I’m here to help others see.
To help them break through ego
and return to wholeness.
To return to zero,
so they can merge with the only One
that ever truly mattered—
The body.
The love.
The life they were born to live.
And this life—
is not the end.
It is the birthing canal
to something far greater.The unknown is not to be feared.
It is the very force
pulling us forward—through the tunnel,
into the light
we once came from.