The Quiet Return to Truth...

As the number of times I have traveled around the sun, moves further from zero, I notice that the edges of certainty begin to blur. What once seemed solid h now feels like smoke slipping through my fingers. The things I once defended as absolute truth reveal themselves as fragile illusions built from old fears and borrowed beliefs. Yet within that unraveling, something beautiful awakens. The collapse of illusion is not an ending; it is an invitation.

I get to begin again. Not from where I was, but from where I am.

Each new choice becomes a sacred threshold, a doorway through which I can step into deeper awareness. But when everything I thought, I knew begins to dissolve, I am left asking: What do I truly trust? What is real beneath the stories I have been told? What remains when all definitions fall away?

If I start again from the beginning, what do I use to measure the truth of my next step? Is it what I see, what I feel, what I have been taught, or something older, something that has always lived inside me?

When I quiet myself from within, when I slow my breathing and soften my focus, a shift occurs. The noise of the world fades, and my senses begin to awaken. I can feel them expand, like waves moving outward from the center of my being. In that quiet space, I hear the whisper of my inner voice. It does not shout, it does not demand. It simply is.

That voice is truth. My truth. Not the truth I was conditioned to believe, not the one I tried to perform, but the one that rises from deep within, the voice of soul and source speaking through me.

Can I trust it?

Can I honor it even when it challenges the life I have built?

Can I allow it to guide me even when I cannot see where it leads?

When I speak from that truth, something inside me comes alive. My thoughts and actions align without effort. There is no need to defend, no urge to explain. I simply am, and that is enough.

For too long, I carried the belief that I had to say what others wanted to hear. That I had to fit my truth into the shape of their comfort. That belief was the invisible chain that held me motionless for years. A lie born of fear and cemented in my being.

But illusion can only survive as long as we feed it. The moment we look it in the eye, it begins to crumble.

So, I choose now to see clearly. To see the truth that surrounds me and the truth that lives within me. Because I am worth doing that for. I am worth the honesty of my own awakening. And if not me, who?

My reason for being here is not to prove anything, but to remember everything.

To learn the lessons that shape my soul, to live in truth even when it is uncomfortable, and to create a small reflection of heaven through the Love I offer the world.

What if heaven is not a destination, but a vibration we create through authenticity?

What if truth is not something to find, but something to remember?

I live my truth, and I Love those who are still seeking theirs. I walk beside them, not as a teacher, but as a fellow traveler remembering the same light in different ways. My life will always be an unfolding lesson, and I welcome it. For each experience, each person, each moment of doubt or revelation is part of the great remembering.

So, I return to the quiet.

I breathe.

And in that stillness, I listen again. For truth always waits, patiently and Lovingly, just beneath the noise.

Blessings, Love & Light...