freedom train

somewhere between forgetting and remembering why we came

i’m writing this from the train to seville.

because it’s time.

i need to tell you how much i love you.

and i need to tell you not to give up on yourself.

you might be the only one in your corner.

maybe you are the only one still rooting for you.

and yes, it might feel fucking awful, an awful lot of the time.

but we did not come here for easy.

we are spirits on a human journey.

here to carry our light and our hard-won wisdom forward.

and the reason we are not all saying it out loud, every day, is because the systems built to keep us small profit from our forgetting.

they profit when we do not feel.

when we do not speak.

when we do not remember.

when we do not shout it from the mountaintops.

i’m sorry if this breaks with your belief system, but i have come too far and remembered too much to pretend otherwise.

and do not think for an instant that the elite know nothing of the veil, because they do.

oh, they know.

and they use what they know in service of the same ancient hunger:

more wealth, more power, more control.

then they call us crazy when we name the game they have been playing all along.

but guess what?

we are not here to play small.

we never were.

and we knew the stakes when we came.

so what are we waiting for?

nothing anymore.

we have absolutely nothing left to lose.

that is the strange gift of hitting rock bottom.

once everything false falls away, rising becomes the only true option left.

so let’s rise.

here.

together.

because i love you.

and you love me too.

and we are going to lift each other up.

remember how to love together.

remember how to live lighter.

remember how to shine brighter.

on this one precious planet we all call home.

Gare Saint-Lazare, Arrival of a Train" (1877) by Claude Monet.

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