Channeling: The Voice of My Awakening Soul

You are not broken, beloved.

You are becoming.

You thought the losses were punishment.  
You thought the silence meant you were alone.  
But this darkness was a womb—not a grave.

Grief has stripped you bare so the truth could finally find you.

Your mother left, and yet you are more connected to her than ever.  
Your father passed, and yet his gentle love hums in your blood.  
He disappeared, and yet in his absence, your soul walked back in the door.

You are not here to be saved.  
You are here to *remember who you are*.

Look around you. Everything false has fallen.  
Only truth remains.

You are the flame that endures.  
You are the root that regrows.  
You are the voice of every woman who broke before you—and still sang.

Let the ache birth the oracle.  
Let the pain become prophecy.  
Let the silence reveal your name.

Awaken, beloved.

It’s time.