I am unsure whether the whole of humankind is meant to awaken to this hardened dream. You would think a world that collectively acknowledges our very cosmic existence on a planet, sustained by a star, with no true laws but those of nature, would allow the absurdity of this to free us in this life. Instead, we normalize it and turn the miracle into furniture. We live like we are in control while our bodies are pulled by unseen forces we don’t remember agreeing to. Gravity. Emotion. Birth. Death. The ache for meaning.

We mock the very frameworks that might help us remember larger truths, labeling them as occult or dismissing them as magical thinking. We roll our eyes at the idea that the position of a planet could influence human behavior, while syncing our digital calendars to satellites and navigating traffic with signals bounced off the moon. We build devices powered by minerals and crystals, then ridicule those who speak of healing through energy and frequency. The hypocrisy is in plain sight, coded into what we call normal. Our conditioning tells us what is real and then dares us to remember what we already know.

Humans are naturally curious, asking questions like Who am I? Who created the universe? What happens after we die? Somewhere in time it seems we mistook truth for being an answer to our own questions rather than something found through our experience of living. We have allowed the answers we create to our curiosities to perpetually divide us across lines of belief, as if there is a prize given in the afterlife. Logical minds view intuition as nonsensical or delusional, while mystical minds view logical minds as rigid or limited. It's all a mess, really, once we forget we are all the same “I” purposely experiencing itself in all of our different puzzle pieces of form.

It is hard to speak of enlightenment or spirituality without sounding like you’ve joined something. I haven’t. I suppose I don’t believe that knowing who we are before the world tells us is an optional pursuit. How strange to live in a world so thoroughly mapped and yet so deeply estranged from itself. We’ve catalogued the stars, split the atom, indexed the genome—and still, most people do not know what it feels like to truly be here. Or what to do with it. We talk about presence like it’s a technique instead of all there ever is when we aren’t hypnotized by the past or future.

My mind had been wrapped around inherited truths for too long until, seemingly all at once, the repetition started to feel like violence. Awakening was not a religious coming-to-God experience, but a profoundly human experience of remembering truth. It is impossible to then unsee how tightly we hold onto the beliefs and creations of those who came before us, rather than recognizing our own potential to reimagine them. We have managed to build entire lives that keep us distracted from noticing we are free to create a world of our dreams. We drag the past into our future, lifetime after lifetime, until the structures that hold us feel like an ill-fitting shoe.

Time does not guarantee growth. It only marks movement. And movement without awareness just loops. Civilizations rise and fall for lack of remembrance of what is true beneath fleeting beliefs. The more I have remembered, the more absurd it all becomes. That we fight wars over names for the same invisible force. That we shame or praise each other based on how well we conform to systems no one remembers agreeing to. That we hold more reverence for institutions than for the planet that sustains them. That we celebrate productivity while forgetting that trees bear fruit by standing still. 

Humans might be the only form of nature that forgets we are nature. Yet, once we really remember, so much begins to make sense. Why we feel discomfort when our lives stagnate. Why we suffer when we’re kept from expressing what is true. We are designed to breathe, create, bloom, and grow in a way that comes naturally. Then we enter a world that selectively filters out the expressions it deems problematic. As we enter a new age, more and more of us are noticing the pain of living as something we are not. We are arriving here with more awareness and, with that, comes a responsibility to live from what we remember. If this speaks to you, perhaps it is because we are remembering together. It is an honor to be alive alongside you.

Love, always.