29/05/2025
Many years ago, when my awakening began, I made a promise to my Inner Child. I promised that I would always protect her, and that together, we would uncover a world free of fearâa world of adventure, healing, light, and bliss. We would walk in our highest potential, discovering joy and wonder in every corner of existence.
In return, she gifted me new eyesâeyes that saw beauty in the smallest of things, and a playfulness that had once been lost. She returned my dry sense of humour, the ability to laugh without reason, and the deep joy that dwells in all things.
Life was good.
But then, darkness came. So much energy has been spent simply surviving, keeping up with the accelerating rhythm of walking between two worlds. And somewhere along the way, I broke my promise. I asked myself: Where are you, little one?
And there she wasâan ache deep in my heart.
âPlease come out, Iâm so sorry,â I whispered.
âI was never gone, and you never left me,â she answered. âAdulting sure does suck, but youâve done a wonderful job keeping us afloat. Youâve kept light in our home and our environment.â
I stop. This is new.
âYouâve transformed. Grown. Youâve planted seeds that will bloom into dreams and streams of the New Earth,â she continues. âYouâve done well.â
âBut I am not the only one whoâs grown,â I think.
I pull her close. I realise how far weâve comeâthis child and this woman, hand in hand, traveling through time, through growth. The stage is set. The seeds have been planted. And yet, there is something new. A presence that I canât quite place. What is it that stirs within me now?
A rush of energy fills me, and deep within my being, I hear a laughâa hearty, belly laugh that seems to echo through every cell.
Could it be?
My Inner Child now shines with a light Iâve never seen. Her eyes gleam with an unfamiliar brilliance, her arms open in joyful welcome.
Deep within, something stirs. A wild benevolence, a higher powerâstrength and love that knocks me off my feet. Love that Iâve always known but have never fully felt.
âAre you ready for the time of your life, my children?â she rings out, her voice like a bell, resounding through every fiber of my being. âGrandma-ma is home.â
And in that moment, I am brought to my knees. I am the Child. I am the Maiden. I am the Crone. đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§
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