Disclaimer:
This reflection is shared from personal spiritual experience. It’s not meant to serve as instruction, diagnosis, or absolute truth — just one soul’s messy, magical walk through the ethers. Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t, and trust your own path above all.
I don’t care what you call it. The Universe, Source, God, Creator — heck, you can even call it late for dinner. Why? Because truthfully, the term doesn’t matter. This isn’t about the name you choose when you communicate with your higher power.
This is about walking the path put before you — humbly, innocently, reverently, and maybe even a bit naively.
There you are, holding a burning question you really need answered… or feeling like the rope in a tug-of-war, but unable to see what’s pulling at either end. So what do you do?
What comes naturally.
What you’re led into.
What Spirit intended all along.
Maybe it starts with a meditation. Maybe a salt bath. The “how” doesn’t really matter.
It’s the after that matters.
Because there you are, dancing in the ether. Celebrating. Laughing. Feeling it in your soul that whatever brought you here is spectacular. You just know — this is exactly where you’re supposed to be, doing whatever it is you’re doing. The burning question? Forgotten. The tug that brought you here? Gone. There’s only the now… and joy.
And then…
You come back to the body.
Your physical form is wobbly. Your spirit is intact but slightly frayed — like that tug-of-war rope rubbed over a stump or something. You’re not processing lessons or upgrades yet. You’re drinking water, face down in the grass (because forget toe grounding — you need full body recalibration now), praying the world stops spinning. And don’t you dare close your eyes — that’s how you launch yourself back into orbit and wind up yelling mayday from the cosmos.
Later — much later — when your insides stop trying to dissolve and you’ve halfway recovered… Then it hits. You remember pieces. You forgot others. You know something big happened. Then someone calls you a teacher. Or a healer. A way-shower. A guide. And it clicks. All you ever did was follow a nudge. Take one step. And do what came naturally.
How were you supposed to know it was going to rewrite timelines?
You weren’t.
If you’d known, you might have hesitated. But those déjà vu flashes? Those moments where something just feels different — not bad, just new?
Those are the breadcrumbs.
Those are your clues.
The signs you left for yourself to remember:
This path, this step, this fumbling, ungraceful attempt to get an answer —
It was never accidental. It was initiation.
So maybe it wasn’t a fluke. Maybe the wobble was the way. And maybe this moment – right here- is your soul asking you to say yes on purpose this time.
If you’re ready to move forward, mess and all, the it’s time to make it official: