10/03/2025
🌟 The Lamp on the Stand
“No one, when they have lit a lamp, puts it in a secret place or under a basket, but upon a lampstand, so that those who come in may see the light.” — Luke 11:33
This verse has been echoing for me, especially lately. Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been called a fraud, questioned, made to feel like maybe my light wasn’t welcome. It stirred up that part of me that wanted to hide, to pull the basket back over my lamp, to keep quiet and stop teaching. And that’s exactly what this verse is about — the human tendency to dim ourselves when the weight of the world presses in.
But Spirit keeps showing me: we’ve already come too far to turn back now. We’ve poured out the waters of our sorrow. We’ve been through healing. We’ve gathered all the tools we need, and that’s why we’re sitting in this place of sovereignty now — grounded, centered, capable of holding steady even when the friction comes. And the friction does still come. The struggles that rise up aren’t punishments, they’re refinements. They’re the karmic scales correcting themselves, making sure we stand balanced in our truth.
Psychologically, the lamp is our Self — our compassion, intuition, our strange gifts, our empathy and pattern-seeing. The basket is all the ways we’ve been taught to hide: shame, fear, self-doubt, the voices that tell us “you’re the problem.” But to put the lamp on the stand is to integrate. It’s to let who we are inside match who we are outside, without apology.
Even the numbers carry their own meaning. Eleven is awakening, the inner seer. Thirty-three is the healer-teacher, the one who embodies compassion in service. Together, 11:33 is the movement from inner vision to outer embodiment. First we awaken, then we live it out.
And this is where I see the collective standing now. We’re moving into new connections, new soul family, new partnerships that come not from emptiness but from fullness. Two full cups sharing back and forth. But those connections only flow when we refuse to hide. When we stop extinguishing our own light just because someone else doesn’t understand it.
So yes, this is a message for the Collective, but it’s also for me. It’s for anyone who’s been told to shrink, who’s been made to feel like their voice doesn’t matter. The reality is, the lamp was never ours alone. It is the one flame refracted through each of us. And the world needs it lit.
Now is the moment: take your lamp out from under the basket, set it on the stand, and let it shine. Not out of ego, not to prove anything, but because the light itself longs to be seen.