We chase awakening like it’s a treasure at the end of suffering.
But what if it’s not ahead of you?
What if it’s behind—something you left, not something you’ve yet to earn?
You weren’t asleep.
You were covered.
Layer by layer, the world wrapped its stories around you—until you forgot the truth burning underneath.
Awakening isn’t becoming someone new.
It’s remembering who you were before the forgetting began.
The Myth of Brokenness
They told you you were flawed.
That healing meant fixing, that growth meant transforming into something better than what you are.
But you were never broken.
You were buried.
And every path that tries to make you "more" can be a distraction from the power you already hold.
Awakening isn’t a reward. It’s a reclamation.
It’s not about becoming whole—it’s about realizing you never stopped being.
Buried, Not Blind
You didn’t miss the signs.
You didn’t lack the light.
You simply learned to look the other way—because survival often demands it.
You adapted.
You conformed.
You dimmed your knowing to blend in.
But it was always there. Flickering. Waiting.
You were not blind. You were protecting something precious.
Now, you’re ready to see again.
Reclaiming the Ancient Self Within
The real awakening is remembering the version of you that never forgot.
The one who knew before you had words.
The one who sensed, resisted, and stayed silent—watching from beneath the noise.
You don’t need to become powerful.
You are power, remembering itself.
Let your return be soft.
Let it be without striving.
Let it feel like home.
Conclusion:
You’re not becoming something new.
You are returning to what has always been watching, waiting, and loving you.
This isn’t a beginning.
It’s a reunion.
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