The Choice of Self Ignorance, or Sacred Will...

You are born with the quiet knowing that as long as you can hide within the warmth of the tribe, you can whisper, “I don’t know why this is happening to me. ”And in that whisper lies permission to stay the same. To hold still in your patterns, untouched by the fire of change. You build your own sanctuary of innocence, a spiritual pardon that says, “I didn’t know better, so I cannot be held accountable.”

But one day, the soul grows restless with that story. It begins to knock from the inside, asking for truth. And when you finally speak it, when you say, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me. I don’t like losing control. When I do, I manipulate, I maneuver, I gather allies to make others move my way”; something sacred breaks open.

That confession is not weakness. It is initiation. It is the doorway between the child who fears responsibility and the spirit who chooses it. The moment you own your shadow, you step into the laws of spiritual adulthood. And from that point on, the universe begins to speak to you differently.

So long as you hide, you can live divided. You can say, “I believe in forgiveness,” while quietly refusing to forgive. You can claim Love, yet carry resentment like a talisman. And the world will let you. Because in that realm, imperfection is defended by agreement. You surround yourself with others who say, “It’s fine. You are only human. ”And in that shared comfort, you grant yourself the right to remain unconscious, deliberately asleep, yet pretending to be awake.

But there comes a moment when even that illusion begins to ache. A moment when the fog no longer protects you, it suffocates you. And the spirit whispers, "Will yourself to see. Will yourself to truth. Will yourself to rise."

That is the sacred will, the one that chooses light even when darkness feels easier. The one that says, “I will no longer deceive myself. ”For as long as your will remains trapped in confusion, your spirit cannot breathe.

And so, the heart must learn its higher regulation.

Do not send your spirit on missions of anger. Do not let your heart wander into judgment and call it justice. When you find yourself blaming another, call your arrow back.

Remember that Love is not a greeting card. It is reverence. It is the holy recognition that every Soul has its purpose, and you are not meant to know why their path collides with yours.

When Love falls apart, let it fall with grace. Do not punish those who could not stay. Stand tall, breathe deep, and say, “It was not what I wanted, but it was what I needed to learn. ”

Then gather yourself. Piece by piece. Rise again as one who chooses awareness over pain.

No one truly harms you unless you see through the lens of human justice, that fragile illusion that you are innocent and others are guilty. In truth, none of us are innocent, yet all of us are redeemable. Every conflict is a mirror. Every heartbreak, a teacher. Every ending, a beginning disguised as loss.

When you stop hiding behind the tribe, when you stop protecting your wounds as sacred relics, you begin to remember who you really are.

And who you are is not the victim. It is not the one who suffers.

It is the light that sees through the storm.

It is the will that chooses clarity over confusion.

It is the Soul that returns home, again and again, to Love.

Blessings, Love & Light...