life – Oracle of Divine Grace

We Can’t Change Another’s Mind

Where we place our focus influences what we bring forth and experience in our lives.

We can try to change another person’s mind, but unless they are already approaching a point of readiness, our efforts may only lead to disagreement, resistance, or withdrawal. Sometimes, those conversations can even turn toward conflict.

Yet there is another way.

When we allow the fullness of our Presence to flow through us, something within the heart or mind of another may be touched. A spark of recognition, a moment of stillness, or an opening to a different perspective may occur without our saying a single word.

We do not always need to convince another. Sometimes, we simply need to BE.

This is another of my Digging Deeper sharings. It concerns an energy I believed I had already understood, cleared, and released. Yet, as often happens along this journey of embodiment, another layer presented itself for recognition.

For those who have heard portions of this story before, please forgive the repetition. I share it again because it provides the foundation for what I have come to understand more deeply.

A Reflection on Timelines and Memory

Within my spiritual understanding, all timelines exist within the eternal Now, even though our human experience perceives events as belonging to the past, present, or future.

I sometimes wonder whether this offers one possible way of contemplating experiences such as the Mandela Effect, where groups of people remember events or details differently from the established historical record.

Could differing memories reflect the many possibilities we imagine within a multidimensional universe? Or might our perceptions simply be influenced by the complex ways memory and consciousness operate?

I do not claim to know. These are simply thoughts I offer for contemplation.

But let me return to my story.

The Memories of Atlantis

Throughout my spiritual journey, I have experienced memories and impressions associated with what I perceive as the final days of Atlantis, from two different perspectives.

In one, I was a young woman who had served as a priestess. I left the temple life to warn others that changes were necessary, for I sensed that destruction could come upon their society if they continued along their chosen path.

In another, I perceived myself serving aboard a Galactic Federation of Light ship as an advisor assigned to Atlantean scientists. They were attempting to connect with a structure on Mars in hopes of correcting the circumstances that threatened their civilization.

From the perspective I experienced, those aboard the ship could see the possibility of disastrous consequences.

Once again, I tried to warn others.

Once again, my warnings went unheeded.

Connected to these experiences was the impression of being trapped within a dimensional bubble of time.

Whether understood literally, symbolically, or as part of my own spiritual language, this experience carried something very real for me emotionally.

For much of my life, I carried feelings of failure and abandonment that I could not fully explain.

I had previously remembered the experience of being the priestess and the feeling of being caught within this bubble, but I had not understood how the other experience connected to it.

Eventually, within my spiritual reflections, I came to understand that perhaps I had chosen to hold this energy in service until the time came for its release.

I believed that time had arrived.

I thought that by remembering and understanding these experiences, I had completed the healing.

I recognized how deeply those feelings had influenced my life, particularly through experiences of failure, abandonment, and strong reactions to unjust authority.

Yet there was still something more for me to see.

Stepping Outside the Loop

I had come to perceive the experiences surrounding Atlantis as part of a repeating pattern of energy, reflected in the rise and fall of civilizations throughout history.

Some civilizations ended. Others migrated, adapted, or transformed.

Within my spiritual understanding, I associated my release from this time bubble with what I perceive as a larger shift in human consciousness, one in which many individuals feel called to contribute to humanity’s growth and awakening.

But today I realize that the greater cosmic explanation is not the most important part of my story.

What matters is what has changed within me.

I no longer need to remain within that bubble of time, carrying the burden of what I believed I had failed to accomplish.

I no longer need to hold an energy of responsibility for choices that were never mine to make.

And whether this release has meaning beyond my personal journey is not important.

For me, it means I no longer need to feel abandoned.

For I never truly was.

I have always been loved.

I have always been enough.

I have always belonged within the Oneness of Being.

The Deeper Realization

This morning, I recognized something that brings an even greater sense of completion.

I no longer need to rally against every injustice.

That does not mean injustice should be ignored, nor does it diminish the importance of those who are called to confront it, speak against it, or work toward meaningful change.

That may very well be their path of service.

But I am recognizing that my own path is different.

For so long, a part of me believed that if I could just help others see what I saw, understand what I understood, or recognize the consequences of their choices, perhaps I could prevent suffering.

I now see how that sense of responsibility divided my attention and energy.

One part of me was seeking to live fully within my Presence, while another remained focused upon what others were doing, believing, or failing to understand.

My focus can no longer remain divided.

I am being called to stand fully within my Presence.

Not as an escape from the world, but as my way of serving within it.

This is where Peace becomes my baseline rather than something I must continually struggle to attain.

Let Presence Sit Upon the Inner Throne

As I reflected upon this realization, I recognized what had prompted this deeper exploration.

Yesterday, while writing, I reread a message I had received and attributed to Quan Yin.

I would like to share it again because the wisdom it expresses feels important for all of us.

The ego must not be worshipped, but neither should it be hated.

The shadow must not be feared, but neither should it be allowed to rule.

The protector must not be shamed, but neither should it be blocked from doing what it was created to do.

The personality must not be erased, for it is the color through which the soul paints its offering upon the world.

Let Presence sit upon the inner throne. Then every part of the human being becomes an instrument of the One.

The Presence must lead.

As I read these words again, I understood that my journey was not about overcoming or eliminating parts of myself.

It was about bringing them home.

The protector who had worked so diligently to prevent pain and injustice did not need to be dismissed or silenced.

That part of me needed to know that the responsibility it had carried could finally be released.

The personality did not need to disappear.

The experiences, memories, and emotions that had shaped my human journey did not need to be denied.

They all had a place within the wholeness of my Being.

But none of them needed to sit upon the inner throne.

That place belongs to Presence.

We Each Have Our Part to Play

We each have our own path, our own lessons, and our own ways of contributing to the greater whole.

Some will serve through speaking out.

Some through teaching.

Some through healing, creating, protecting, or standing courageously for change.

And some may serve simply through the peaceful, compassionate way they walk among others.

No one path is necessarily greater than another.

What matters is whether we are acting from alignment with the truth of our Being.

We can ask ourselves:

Am I acting from love or from fear?

Am I responding from Presence, or am I reacting from an old wound?

Am I honoring the path of another, even when I do not understand or agree with their choices?

Am I walking the truth I wish others to recognize?

These questions invite us to look within rather than continually directing our attention toward the choices of others.

When our focus becomes divided between being who we are and trying to make others become who we believe they should be, we lose some of the peace that comes from inner alignment.

But when we return to Presence, our words and actions can arise from a different foundation.

We may still speak.

We may still act.

We may still stand firmly for what we understand to be true.

But we no longer need to carry the burden of controlling the outcome.

We can offer our light without demanding that another see by it.

And perhaps this is the greatest realization of all.

We do not change the world simply by telling others how they should live.

We contribute to its transformation by living what we have come to understand.

As more of humanity chooses to embody love, compassion, wisdom, peace, and sovereignty, the world we create together can begin to reflect those qualities.

We do not need to change another’s mind to honor our own truth.

We need only walk our path with integrity, allowing others the freedom to discover theirs.

I AM HERE.

I AM ENOUGH.

I AM PRESENT.

And today, I choose to let Presence lead.

Digging Deeper: Releasing the Vow to Carry the Past

Last night I was awakened to look again at something I thought I had already cleared.

Apparently, there was another layer.

It connects with what I wrote about yesterday—the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, free will, choices, vows and oaths, and the Luminous Body of Embodiment.

I am still exploring how these pieces fit together within my own understanding of Creation.

After writing in my journal about what happened during the night, I realized there had been a trigger.

Earlier, I had listened to several people being interviewed. Some of their responses brought a deep sadness into me.

For a moment, I moved out of witnessing.

I found myself thinking:

How can this still be happening?

How can people still not see?

That reaction opened the doorway into what surfaced during the night.

At first I debated whether any of this should be shared.

Perhaps it was entirely personal.

Perhaps it belonged only to my own process.

Then I realized that even if someone does not resonate with the particular imagery or memories through which my understanding came, they may recognize the larger pattern.

So I will share the story and allow the resonance to fall where it may.

If it speaks to you, sit with it.

If it does not, simply let it go.

The Story Beneath the Story

I have written before about certain inner memories and spiritual experiences I associate with Atlantis.

There are countless stories about Atlantis—historical theories, myths, metaphysical teachings, visions and spiritual traditions. I am not asking anyone to accept my experience as a literal history of what occurred.

I can only share what arose within me and what it revealed about myself.

For much of my life, two patterns have repeatedly surfaced.

One is abandonment.

The other is a deep distrust of people who misuse authority.

I have worked with both for many years.

Layer after layer emerged.

I thought much of the abandonment wound had been healed, and in many ways it had.

The authority issue was different.

Again and again I would encounter something involving the misuse of power and feel myself move out of alignment.

I could understand intellectually that I was being asked to witness rather than become entangled.

Yet I would hear or read something and find myself thinking:

How can this still exist?

And underneath that question was something deeper.

Last night I began to see it.

The Memory of Failure

Whenever Atlantis entered my awareness in the past, I often experienced what felt like standing within a great dimensional vortex.

Events seemed to move around me while I stood in the center.

The strongest feelings were failure, abandonment and being left behind.

Over time, an inner story emerged.

I perceived myself as a priestess during the final period of Atlantis who left the temple and tried to warn others that changes were necessary.

In the memory, corruption had entered leadership and spiritual institutions. Separation among people had grown. Scientific experimentation was creating consequences that those involved either could not or would not recognize.

I tried to warn people.

They did not listen.

Another aspect of the inner experience involved what I perceive as another expression of my greater Presence observing humanity from beyond ordinary earthly awareness.

Again, the purpose seemed to be observation and guidance for those willing to listen.

Again came the same experience:

They did not listen.

Whether these experiences represent literal past lives, symbolic material from consciousness, or another way my deeper mind and spirit have shown me a pattern is ultimately less important to me than what the pattern revealed.

Somewhere within myself I had concluded:

I failed.

And from that belief came another:

I must stay and help until they remember.

The Vow

That was the piece I had not fully seen.

What I had interpreted for years as service may also have contained a vow.

I would help.

I would warn.

I would remind.

I would remain until others remembered who they were.

That intention may have been born from love.

But even a loving intention can become a burden when we begin to believe that another person’s awakening is our responsibility.

As I looked more deeply, I saw how often this pattern seemed to repeat through the stories of human civilization.

Kingdoms rise.

Empires fall.

Power becomes concentrated.

People warn.

Others refuse to listen.

New systems emerge.

Then eventually similar patterns appear again.

And I realized something very simple.

People have choice.

I may not understand another person’s choice.

I may deeply disagree with it.

I may see consequences that seem obvious to me.

But their choice is still theirs.

That realization brought an unexpected release.

Perhaps the sadness I felt listening to those interviews was not simply about what people were saying today.

Perhaps it touched the ancient place within me that whispered:

It is happening again, and you have failed to stop it.

But I have not failed.

Because it was never my responsibility to control another person’s awakening.

From Saving to Witnessing

I have never consciously thought of myself as someone trying to save people.

My desire has always been to offer a spark—a thought, a story, a question, a moment of remembrance that might encourage someone to seek their own alignment.

Yet even within that loving intention, I can now see traces of responsibility.

If they do not hear, have I failed?

If humanity repeats an old pattern, did those who tried to illuminate another possibility fail?

If someone chooses differently from what I believe would bring greater unity, must I somehow convince them?

No.

That is the deeper release.

My responsibility is my embodiment.

My responsibility is my alignment.

My responsibility is how I choose to walk.

What another person does with their life, their consciousness and their choices belongs to them.

This does not mean that we become indifferent.

It does not mean that we stop caring.

It does not mean that we never speak.

It means that we stop measuring our success by whether another person agrees, understands, awakens or changes.

There is tremendous freedom in that.

Perhaps the Story Was the Medicine

For years I experienced this inner Atlantis story as a place of abandonment and failure.

Later, I began to understand it as service.

Now another layer has emerged.

Release.

If I imagined the entire story, it does not diminish what it revealed within me.

The story carried an energy.

It held a pattern.

It helped me identify something that had influenced how I responded to authority, responsibility, humanity and even my own spiritual work.

And now that pattern no longer needs to define me.

That may be one of the gifts of going deeper.

Sometimes we spend too much time arguing about whether an inner experience is historically, metaphysically or literally true.

Perhaps another question can be equally valuable:

What is this experience revealing within me?

Does it free me?

Does it help me understand myself?

Does it bring me into greater compassion?

Does it return me to Presence?

If so, perhaps the story has served its purpose.

Words and Presence

Another realization has been unfolding alongside all of this.

I have spent much of my life writing, speaking, teaching and sharing.

And lately I have been shown repeatedly that words themselves are limited.

This does not mean words have no value.

Words can point.

Words can encourage.

Words can awaken curiosity.

Words can offer comfort and companionship.

But words are not Presence.

I think of Jesus, Buddha, Zoroaster and the many beings throughout history whose lives have continued to influence humanity.

Was it only their words that changed people?

Or was there something within the way they were?

Perhaps Presence was the deeper teaching.

A person can repeat beautiful words about love without embodying love.

A person can study compassion without becoming compassionate.

A person can speak endlessly of Oneness while continuing to create separation.

Eventually, the teaching must become the life.

Perhaps this is where my own path is leading me now.

Not away from writing.

But into a different relationship with it.

I do not need to write in order to save anyone.

I do not need to convince.

I do not need to make another person understand.

I can write because something wishes to be shared.

Then I can release the words.

Those who resonate will receive what is theirs.

Those who do not are free to walk another path.

The Vow Is Complete

I now see that somewhere within my inner story I made a vow:

I will stay.

I will help.

I will remind them.

Perhaps that vow served me once.

Perhaps it helped carry me through experiences I needed to have.

But I no longer need it.

A vow made from love can still be released when its purpose is complete.

I do not abandon humanity by releasing responsibility for humanity.

I do not stop loving others when I honor their free will.

I do not fail because someone chooses differently from me.

And I do not need to remain bound to an ancient story of failure in order to serve today.

I can simply be here.

Present.

Aligned.

Loving.

Aware.

And allow others the dignity of their own journey.

There is something very peaceful in that realization.

Perhaps true service is not carrying another.

Perhaps it is becoming so fully present within ourselves that our Presence becomes an invitation.

No demand.

No persuasion.

No obligation.

Simply a light that says:

There is another way, if you choose to see it.

A Deeper Look Within

There is much more unfolding around the Tree of Knowledge, free will, writing, embodiment and the Luminous Body.

I sense those pieces will become clearer in time.

But for today, this is enough.

I need to allow this realization to settle.

Perhaps you do too.

You might ask yourself:

Have I made vows—consciously or unconsciously—that I no longer need to carry?

Do I feel responsible for someone else’s awakening, healing or choices?

Is there an old experience—whether from this life, ancestral memory, spiritual imagery, dream, or something I cannot explain—that still carries the energy of failure?

Where have I felt abandoned?

Where have I believed I failed?

What would happen if I released the responsibility I attached to that experience?

And perhaps the most important question:

Who am I when I no longer have to save anyone?

Do not be afraid to look deeper.

Sometimes beneath the pain is not another wound.

Sometimes beneath the pain is the vow that kept the wound alive.

And beneath the vow may be freedom.

If this resonates, sit quietly with it.

If it does not, let it pass.

We each have our own path of remembering.

And increasingly I understand that honoring that truth may itself be an expression of Oneness.

I AM Quinara

Digging Deeper: Clearing the Lens of Perception

Over the last few days, I have found myself taking another deeper dive—this time seeking greater understanding of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil and how it may relate to duality, free will, and the purpose behind our experience of separation.

At times, this process can be a struggle.

I must continually become aware of what I have been told, what I have believed, and what I have accepted as truth in order to make room for something deeper to unfold.

It keeps bringing me back to something I have written about before:

Truth and wisdom evolve as I evolve.

That does not necessarily mean that truth itself changes. Rather, my ability to perceive and understand it changes.

As we release preconceived narratives, learned beliefs, and the energies attached to them, perhaps we make room for a clearer understanding.

But letting go rarely happens all at once.

It happens in layers.

Some beliefs sit near the surface and are easily recognized. Others have become woven so deeply into our understanding of ourselves and our world that we may not even realize they are there.

The stories of Earth, humanity, and Creation have been told in countless ways and from countless perspectives—through myths, parables, sacred texts, mystical experiences, oral traditions, visions, and channeling.

Each carries something.

Yet each also passes through the consciousness of the person receiving, interpreting, remembering, and sharing it.

That does not necessarily make the story wrong.

It reminds me to listen differently.

It reminds me of the importance of inner alignment and stillness when I encounter something I hear or read.

Rather than immediately asking,

“Is this true?”

perhaps I can first ask,

“What does this awaken within me?”

“Where do I feel resonance?”

“Where do I feel resistance?”

“Is the resistance coming from inner knowing, or from something I have previously been taught?”

And perhaps most importantly:

“Can I remain open long enough to allow greater understanding to emerge?”

The path of return to Oneness seems, at least for me, to require this continual willingness to clear the lens through which I perceive.

That is where I currently find myself with the Tree of Knowledge.

What began as a question about the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is now connecting, in my own exploration, with free will, the luminous body, duality, and the story of Adam and Eve.

I do not yet have the entire picture.

Pieces come.

Then I sit with them.

Another piece arrives.

Sometimes I recognize that what I thought I understood was still passing through an old filter, and I must become still again.

There is a thread being woven through all of it.

I can feel that.

But I also recognize that I cannot force the revelation simply because I want to understand it.

I must come into the resonance from which I can perceive it more clearly.

What is unfolding for me may not be a revelation for anyone else.

And that is all right.

Perhaps something I discover will simply help someone look at an old story differently.

Perhaps it will help another person understand some of the apparent chaos within our world.

Perhaps it will open another doorway.

For me, it is opening another Gateway of Oneness—one I feel I have sought throughout much of my life.

In one way or another, I think many of us are doing something similar.

We are looking at the world.

We are looking at ourselves.

We are questioning what we have been taught.

We are trying to make sense of what we see around us while seeking the Light that leads us beyond separation and into a greater experience of Being.

There is a teaching attributed to Jesus that says, in essence, that what he did, others could also do—and even greater things.

Whether one approaches those words historically, spiritually, symbolically, or through a particular faith is not the most important part for me.

The thought itself opens something.

What if the example was never meant simply to create another system to follow?

What if it was an invitation to remember what can be embodied?

Love.

Compassion.

Truth.

Presence.

Oneness.

Perhaps the example matters more than the structure that later forms around it.

Systems can provide structure and guidance, but systems can also become limiting when the structure becomes more important than the living truth it was created to serve.

Eventually, each of us must walk the path ourselves.

Knowledge can point toward the doorway.

Wisdom may help us recognize it.

But embodiment asks us to walk through.

You may wonder, then, why I continue pursuing understanding about the Tree, free will, duality, and these other pieces if embodiment is what truly matters.

The answer is simple.

I did not consciously go searching for this particular thread.

It came to me.

Over the years I have learned to pay attention when the same themes begin appearing through synchronicity, contemplation, dreams, conversations, or inner prompting.

Something is asking me to look more deeply.

I am beginning to perceive what feels, to me, like an old agreement or pattern—something humanity may knowingly or unknowingly participate within.

I am not yet ready to define it.

That is part of the deeper dive.

What I do know is that, for myself, greater understanding often allows greater release.

When I can see something clearly, I am no longer unconsciously bound by it in quite the same way.

Perhaps that is what this exploration is really about.

Not acquiring more information.

Not proving another interpretation of Creation.

Not replacing one belief system with another.

But becoming clear enough within myself to recognize what I am ready to release and what I am ready to embody.

This is part of my path.

As the understanding continues to unfold, I will share what I can in case some part of it has value for another traveler.

We are all experiencing our own realizations, releases, and changes.

Each in our own way.

Each in our own timing.

Each clearing another portion of the lens.

I will try to be more regular in my sharing, but please be patient when there are spaces between my writings.

Sometimes the silence is part of the writing.

Sometimes I need to live something before I can find the words to share it.

As always, feel free to comment or email.

And to everyone who has subscribed, reads these messages, or simply stops by from time to time—thank you.

I hope something I share helps illuminate a step upon your own path.

For none of us is walking alone.

I AM Quinara

Deeper Dive into Personal Integrity

For myself, I try always to self-examine and self-reflect when something gives me pause. It may come through world events, my spiritual journey, questions of personal integrity, or simply something that causes me to stop and wonder.

I have been doing some clearing lately, both internally and externally, and during this time something came up that caused me to reflect more deeply.

Someone left a simple comment on one of my posts:

“Actor?”

I didn’t understand what they meant, so I asked. I received no response.

Since I am always open to examining my words, what I share, and even my own integrity, I decided to explore the possibilities of what that question might mean.

Why?

Because when I share my journey, I try to be truthful about my experiences, my realizations, my faults, and even the places where I have struggled.

I do not always immediately succeed in aligning with or embodying a new understanding. I share that too, because I hope it helps others recognize that this is a process. We are not expected to suddenly become perfect because we have received a new realization. We are simply asked to do the best we can each day to live what we have come to understand.

So I asked myself:

Am I acting? Am I saying one thing while failing to do my best to embody the truths I share?

As I reflected, I knew the answer.

I am trying every day.

Some days I do better than others. Some days I recognize my misalignment quickly, while other times it takes longer.

But I am trying.

To me, that means I am not pretending to be something I am not. I am walking through the process of becoming more aligned with what I understand today to be true.

That brought me to another question: What does it mean to live in integrity with our truth?

I realized long ago that truth, as we understand it, can change.

Our truth is often relative to our experiences, beliefs, awareness, and resonance in a particular moment of our journey. What I understood as truth ten or twenty years ago may not be what I understand today.

We can become stagnant and refuse to consider other possibilities, or we can remain open and allow more to be revealed as our understanding deepens and our perspective expands.

I have shared this throughout my writings because my journey has continually changed me—and as I have changed, so has my understanding.

I do not expect anyone to believe as I do.

Each of us has to discover our own truth in the moment we are living. If we remain open to deeper understanding, new doors may open and reveal something we were not previously able to see.

I am on this journey with you.

I am not here to tell anyone what to believe or how their journey should unfold. I simply share some of what I experience and the possibilities I discover along the way, in case something within them might be helpful to someone else.

Then another thought arose.

Is the process of embodiment, in some ways, like being an actor?

Perhaps we first receive a “script” describing what it means to live as our Presence. Then we begin practicing the words, the qualities, and the way of Being until eventually they are no longer something we are consciously trying to remember.

They become part of us.

For instance, I have sometimes been given three virtues at a time to work with more deeply in my daily life.

That caused me to wonder:

Should I act more peaceful, more patient, or more allowing even when that is not what I am feeling inside?

The answer was not as simple as I first thought.

For me, it begins with mindfulness.

When I recognize that I am no longer peaceful or centered, I can consciously return to that inner place of stillness. From there, I can look at what has caused me to feel out of balance or out of alignment.

I can acknowledge it.

I can work with it.

I can clear what is ready to be released.

Then, as the energy shifts, I am able to return naturally to the flow.

Sometimes this happens quickly. Other times it takes considerably longer.

But I have realized that the transformation begins with the simple recognition:

I am out of alignment, and I choose to return.

Perhaps that is the difference between pretending to embody a virtue and practicing embodiment.

Pretending says, I must appear peaceful even though I am not.

Practice says, I recognize that I have moved away from peace, and I consciously choose to find my way back to it.

Eventually, through awareness, intention, and practice, what once required conscious effort begins to become our natural resonance.

We are no longer acting peaceful.

We have become more peaceful.

We are no longer acting patient.

Patience begins to live within us.

And perhaps that is how embodiment happens—not through perfection, but through returning again and again until what we practice becomes what we naturally express.

Another lesson I have been learning is not to judge myself so harshly when I fall out of alignment.

Judgment does not help me return.

Awareness does.

Compassion does.

The willingness to begin again does.

So after all of this reflection, I still have no idea what that person meant when they wrote, “Actor?”

But perhaps I no longer need to know.

I am grateful for the question because it caused me to pause, examine myself, and dive more deeply into my understanding of personal integrity and embodiment.

Sometimes even a question we do not understand can become a doorway.

I don’t know whether any of this will resonate with anyone else, but I share it for your own contemplation and discernment.

May your journey become a little lighter as you remember:

You are loved.
You are worthy.
You belong.

Keep moving along the path.

You do not have to see the entire journey from where you stand today.

The path will reveal itself as you walk it.

Healing, Clarity, and Resonance

“You have all the time in the world, but not a minute to waste.”

These were the words that began my day. I might have said “in the Universe” or “in Creation,” yet I think of what lies beyond this earthly experience as existing beyond time as we know it.

Then came the gentle direction:

Breathe, center, and listen.

Allow yourself to Be. Then write from that center.

I had been contemplating whether it was time to exit stage left, concentrate on my writing, and stop blogging. I asked within whether this was the path for me moving forward.

Over the past few years, I have shared my journey and experiences here so that others who are having doubts or feelings of unworthiness might recognize that they are not alone. My intention has never been to gather followers or suggest that my journey is the only way. It has been to share what I am discovering as we move through life together.

Sharing my truth and experiences has not always been easy. I have spoken before of what I call the “witch wound”—the fear of being seen, judged, or rejected for what I experience and express. It has taken courage to bring those parts of myself into the open. Yet that very sharing has become part of my healing, bringing greater clarity and a deeper alignment with my Presence.

Those who have read this blog for a while have seen me share choices that brought difficulty, as well as choices that opened the way to greater understanding. My experiences are unique to me, but something within them may help another person find their way through a struggle of their own.

Our choices influence how we experience the journey. They can help us recognize the resonance we hold and whether we feel aligned with the creative flow of Oneness. Each choice reflects where we are and what we are ready to explore in that moment.

We can choose again when a direction no longer serves us. Even then, the experience may have helped us learn, grow, or recognize a limitation we are ready to release.

I am learning to trust the timing of what unfolds while remaining attentive to my part in it. As I become clearer within myself, I may recognize an opportunity or understanding that I could not see before.

Healing, clarity, and resonance.

These are the deeper waters I have been exploring over the past couple of weeks. Earlier, I worked with grounding and Peace as the baseline. Patience, truth, and courage helped me stop striving and settle into the stillness where I could listen, align, and allow the flow.

Now I am seeing more clearly how that journey invites me to face the shadows and wounds that still ask for my attention. As I meet them with compassion, clarity becomes possible. Through that clarity, I experience a deeper resonance with my Presence and a greater openness to the flow.

Through it all, the remembrance remains:

We are always loved. We are always worthy. We belong within the Oneness, even when we cannot feel that connection.

Why do I return to certain thoughts again and again?

Because each time I meet a wound with understanding or release a limitation, a familiar truth can reveal another depth. The words may be the same, yet my capacity to understand and live them has changed. I share them again because someone else may also be ready to hear them differently.

Our wounds take different forms. One that many of us may recognize is the wound of abandonment. We may experience it as feeling alone, different, or somehow outside the circle of belonging. We may wonder whether something is wrong with us or whether we are worthy of love, care, and connection—with other people or with the Creator, however we understand that Presence.

In my spiritual understanding, this sense of separation relates to what I have called the veil of amnesia: the forgetting that accompanies our entry into earthly life. I see the journey of remembrance as an invitation to discover our creative power alongside the love and wisdom with which to use it.

Yet feeling separate does not mean we have ceased to belong.

The wounds we carry can cloud our recognition of that belonging. As we become ready to meet them, we may find greater clarity in our thoughts, emotions, our relationship with our bodies, and our spiritual understanding. We begin to experience greater harmony within ourselves and more freedom to Be.

This is a gentle unfolding. There is no need to judge ourselves for what still hurts or to force a release before we are ready. Our worthiness does not depend upon how much we have healed.

I am reminded of the petals of the Oversoul or Presence that I shared in the Gateway writings. We move along the spiral, stepping onto another petal, and sometimes arrive at a place much like a switchback on a mountain trail. From there, we can see both where we have been and something of the path ahead.

With this broader view, we may notice something on the trail below that asks for another look. We return to it with greater understanding and compassion before continuing onward. Revisiting something does not necessarily mean we have failed to heal it. We may now be able to meet it at a depth that was not available to us before.

So, I will continue sharing.

Perhaps something in my journey may still offer another person encouragement, recognition, or a moment of clarity. We are traveling together, seeing from different perspectives and moving at our own pace. This is not a competition.

I believe we each carry a teacher within. Still, it can help to hear another person say, “I have struggled here, too,” and share what they are beginning to understand.

Within someone else’s struggle, discovery, or moment of release, we may find a piece of the puzzle we have been seeking. And in sharing our own, we may offer that same gift.

Sometimes, knowing we are not alone gives us the courage to take the next step.

Witness and Allow

Today my deeper dive brings me to another aspect of embodiment with which I have been struggling: witnessing and allowing.

I imagine this is a challenge for many of us, especially at this time in human history. Even as I contemplate what to write, I feel the urge to speak firmly about things I hold as truth. Allowing others to hold and express their beliefs can be difficult when what I hear or see seems unjust or untrue.

On my personal pages, I have often felt compelled to share something in the hope of stirring people out of what I perceive as apathy or encouraging them to question a perspective. Yet I am beginning to look more closely at the place within me from which that impulse arises.

This morning, while listening to a program about the Templars, with whom I feel a deep spiritual connection, something became clearer.

In experiences I understand as memories of other lifetimes, I see myself speaking out against unjust authority, oppression, and inhumanity. In those memories, speaking carried a terrible price, sometimes involving betrayal by those I trusted.

For me, this connects with what is sometimes called the “witch wound”: the fear of persecution for being seen, speaking openly, or holding beliefs that others reject. The image reaches beyond witches to the pain of being punished for one’s voice or identity.

In this life, I have continued to protest, although more quietly. When I witness cruelty or persecution, it touches something deep within me.

Others may know this pain through experiences in their present lives. We do not need identical memories or beliefs to recognize the hurt of being silenced, or the courage it takes to speak.

I have long admired people such as Martin Luther King Jr., Mahatma Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, and so many others who stood against injustice. The question remains within me: If no one speaks or acts, how will anything change?

This morning, however, I felt reminded to consider the source of my own words and actions.

I felt called back to the path of Remembrance, alignment, and embodiment that I find in the teachings of Buddha and Yeshua: witnessing, allowing, and doing from a place of Being.

For me, this means allowing Presence to guide my response. It means recognizing when my protector is speaking through an old wound and gently making room for a deeper wisdom to be heard.

My protector is not wrong for wanting to prevent suffering. It has tried to keep me safe. But it does not have to carry the responsibility for awakening everyone or correcting every belief I encounter.

As I understand it, witnessing means being willing to see what is before me, including my own reactions. Allowing means respecting another person’s freedom to come to understanding in their own time. Neither requires me to approve of harm or abandon compassionate boundaries.

There can still be a clear no. There can still be words spoken, help offered, and action taken.

The invitation is to pause long enough to discern what is mine to do and what is driving me to do it.

When I am rooted in Presence, I understand the love and light of creation as a flame flowing through my Being. I hope that what I share may touch those who resonate with it and encourage them to recognize their own inner flame.

That recognition belongs to them. I cannot choose it on their behalf.

We can offer a perspective, ask a question, or live in a way that invites reflection. But another person’s remembrance must have room to arise through their own sovereignty.

And I, too, must remain willing to see where my understanding is incomplete.

As I wrote this morning, I began to understand more fully why I have felt drawn to step back from some of my posts about current events. I was noticing a distance between the peace I spoke of in my spiritual writing and the urgency behind some of my personal sharing.

The subject matter itself was not the whole issue. It was what was happening within me as I shared it. Was I offering something with clarity and care, or was I caught in the need to make someone else see?

I was reminded of a friend’s post about sharing different perspectives so that others could consider more than one side. A comment raised the question of contradiction. I did not read the entire exchange closely, and I cannot speak to what either person intended. Yet that word stayed with me and turned my attention inward.

Where was I asking others to live from their inner sovereignty while struggling to allow them that freedom myself?

Where was I speaking of Oneness while responding from an old place of hurt?

These questions were an invitation to bring my personality, my human feelings, and my Presence into a more loving relationship.

As I continued writing, the phrase “Physician, heal thyself” came to mind with a touch of gentle humor. I had begun with a topic to share and found myself being invited deeper into my own healing.

Perhaps this is only the beginning of what witnessing and allowing will teach me.

It is difficult to see inhumanity and remain steady. Sometimes love calls us to speak immediately or offer practical help. At other times, there is room to stop, breathe, enter the stillness, and listen before responding.

I am learning that I can care deeply without carrying every outcome. I can speak honestly while leaving room for another person’s understanding to unfold.

Words offered with love may still meet disagreement. An action guided by conscience may still be resisted. I cannot determine how others will receive me. I can take responsibility for the care, clarity, and intention I bring.

This is the practice before me now: to witness what is happening around me and within me, to allow space for understanding, and to let Presence guide what comes next.

I share this in the hope that it may offer companionship to someone experiencing the same inner turmoil. I am still learning how to live it, one response at a time.

Peace be with you.

Namaste.

Weaving the Chords of Presence

It always amazes me how clarity begins to emerge when I pay attention. Threads of what I have been hearing, feeling, and experiencing begin to weave together. When I remain open to possibilities, something arrives that helps me understand what I could not quite see before.

Yesterday, I shared a realization about my names. My spiritual names are meaningful parts of who I am, and I no longer wish to keep them in the shadows. Yet I also began to see that, in trying to protect the person who carries my birth name, I had kept a separation between my human identity and my spiritual expression. I was ready to allow them to belong together.

After I chose to write about this and began including my birth name in my writing, further understanding began to unfold. I could see how that separation had made it harder for me to feel fully grounded in the Presence I seek to embody. Embodiment is a process. Through the Digging Deeper and Gateways writings, I have been learning what it means to live the energies of Being in this human life.

My Protector had been trying to keep me safe. It told me that I did not need to share my name because keeping myself separate from the message would help people focus on the words. There is value in letting a message stand on its own. Yet, for me, that explanation had also become a place to hide. I could honor the message while acknowledging the person through whom it was being shared.

What I am coming to understand is that this particular life, this body, and this human identity belong within my spiritual expression. They are part of how I bring it into the world.

For some time, I have felt nudged toward becoming more visible. Writing and blogging are meaningful ways for me to serve, and I sense another possibility opening through video, through my voice, or through being physically present with others. I have been hesitant to take that step. Now I see that part of my preparation is becoming more comfortable being seen as the whole of who I am.

A few weeks ago, I felt guided to work with three energies at a time, allowing myself to understand and embody them. The first were courage, patience, and truth, with Peace as the foundation. Little did I know where they were leading.

Peace helps me find balance and harmony within myself. Patience reminds me that I do not need to rush to do everything at once. I can embrace what comes and allow room for divine timing. Truth invites me to acknowledge why I feel I am here: to embody my Presence and help others discover their own connection. Courage asks me to let that truth become visible in my life.

In my inner connection with Isis, I have felt a growing encouragement to explore sharing through voice and Presence. A spoken message carries cadence, warmth, pauses, and feeling. Sometimes we hear familiar words in a way that touches us differently, and something within us stirs. I feel drawn to explore what may open when I allow my voice to become part of my offering.

For this, I am learning to work lovingly with my Protector. It has a place in my life. I can appreciate its desire to keep me safe while inviting it to help me navigate unfamiliar territory with discernment and healthy boundaries. I can move at a pace I am ready for, supported by the love and light I experience through my Presence.

Even the story of the two brothers has become part of this unfolding. Its meaning for me reaches beyond sibling rivalry into the wounds we carry and the ways those wounds shape our relationships. As I wrote about the brothers, I began to recognize more of my own reluctance to be seen. I associate some of that fear with impressions I understand as past-life memories of persecution, including being burned at the stake as a Druid. Whatever another person’s understanding of such experiences may be, the fear I am meeting in myself deserves compassion.

I share this while I am still in the process. We will not all have the same experiences or feel called to the same service. Yet something in one person’s story may help another recognize what is unfolding within their own life. We do not have to finish the journey before we can share honestly about where we are.

Another thread appeared last night. During a body reading, a friend described what she called a “stagnation binding” around my solar plexus and sacral chakra areas. I received this as a spiritual interpretation of a sense of holding and survival, rather than a medical explanation for my physical concerns. It gave me another way to reflect on the difficulty I have been experiencing with focus, writing, and the changes unfolding within me.

She suggested placing my hand over that area and spending at least three minutes breathing gently while imagining light flowing into it, then moving into writing. The suggestion resonated with a grounding practice I had already felt drawn to: one hand on my heart, the other on my belly, imagining a flow from the Earth below and the light above, moving between the two in an infinity pattern. I had also received a similar image in my reflections on the two brothers, as a way of balancing the energies of two separate or seemingly opposing focus. To place one in front of my heart and one behind my heart and breath the light through the heart and around them in an infinity flow.

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Diana, the Queen of Hearts

I felt drawn to write this yesterday, though at first I was not quite sure why. Then I realized it was the timing.

I had been thinking about the return of Prince Harry, Meghan, and their children to England with hope and love, holding the blessing of reunion with his father in my heart. At first, I had not connected this with the date.

It was August 31, 1997, when Princess Diana passed, leaving two young men to grieve the loss of their mother, the constant love and security in their lives. While the world mourned the loss of the Queen of Hearts, our hearts also went out to her sons. You could see their pain, especially in young Harry.

I think perhaps my writing of The Tale of Two Brothers also has its place in this timing. Until today, I had not fully realized that the timing of Harry’s return falls so near the anniversary of Diana’s passing. I do not believe in mere coincidence. Even when we are doing something and do not yet understand the reason, our souls can be prompting us. This doesn’t mean I know that Harry consciously chose this timing knowing this, but that perhaps he was simply inspired or called from within to heal.

It has been 29 years, and 2 + 9 becomes 11, a master number. To me, this speaks of spiritual inspiration, personal transformation, growth, and becoming a beacon for others. It feels like a master step in one’s life. I see within this timing an inspiration to help others release old pain and heal family wounds.

I feel Diana’s love for her boys, and even from the spirit realms, I sense her desire to see them reconcile their differences. These are two young men who loved one another deeply, and somewhere within, still do. Yet they must find their way through the pain. More important at this time, perhaps, is the reconciliation of a man with his father, who is ill.

I feel Diana would be at peace with them accepting and moving beyond the pain she experienced with King Charles and Camilla. The past is the past, and forgiveness is not about approving what happened. It is about releasing what we carry within ourselves so that peace may return.

The story was a tragedy that still asks to be healed. Yet in the midst of that story, two young men were born whom the world has watched grow, stumble, choose, and become.

One was destined to be a future king and was raised, as his father had been, within the structure, duty, and expectations of the Crown. The other had to search for his own role in life. These two different paths shaped how they saw the world, how they developed, and how they responded to life. I will not speak of what has already been written and discussed so many times.

Let us simply say that each, by following his own path, has created the life he felt he needed. In many families, the same thing happens. Different paths create different wounds, and then there comes a time when those wounds have the opportunity to be released and healed. If they are not, they can continue through the family line, carried from generation to generation.

It is good to see even the beginning of a reunion: the King, his wife, Harry, Meghan, and their children taking steps toward healing. It would be beautiful to see that healing continue. Yet even these baby steps feel meaningful.

I sense Diana smiling, for all she ever wanted was for her sons to be loved, happy, and safe.

A TALE OF TWO BROTHERS

I wanted to share a little about my current project. It first came forward some time ago, and although I have mentioned it before, I am now taking a deeper dive as I write.

Originally, I thought it would be a regular blog post. I had touched upon working with these energies in an earlier writing, but as I began exploring the subject, the post grew into a booklet—far too long for a blog. Now, as I continue, even more seems to want to come forward, and it may become a book.

I felt that this needed to be written before the Gateway book. At first, I was not sure why. Perhaps it was meant to help me hone my writing skills. Yet as I began preparing this blog, I came to understand something more: for me, this book is also the healing of a wound. I feel it may help others heal wounds of their own—wounds from this lifetime, other timelines, and perhaps even those carried through the ancestral line.

I realize the project could just as easily be called A Tale of Two Sisters, or perhaps A Family Tale of Sibling Rivalry.

In many families, rivalry or competition emerges between siblings and asks to be healed. When we heal the pattern within ourselves, we free ourselves from continuing to carry it. We may also change how the pattern lives within our relationships and what is passed forward to future generations. Sometimes the roots run deep, weaving their way through a family for generations.

The Christian Bible contains passages referring to the effects of wrongdoing reaching into the third and fourth generations. As I reflected upon this, I heard within: Think of the chakras. The first three chakras relate to survival, creation, and personal power. The fourth is the heart—the place where transformation begins. From there, we learn to speak anew, to see and hear anew, and to free ourselves from old limitations.

I sense there are more correlations of this kind waiting to be revealed as I dig deeper.

I look forward to what will unfold. I feel there may be something within this tale that can help humanity, as a whole, become free to move into a New World of Unity, Peace, and Grace.

I AM Mareya Shimayah Elohim

Reflection on My Path

I was thinking that perhaps I did not have anything left to share with others, and that maybe it was time to take a break from blogging.

I know my blogging has already been irregular, but life itself is irregular. It moves, shifts, pauses, and begins again.

Then, as I sat quietly, I was shown something.

My blogging began several years ago as a simple sharing of my thoughts and what I was learning as I sought and explored spiritual truth. I was not trying to teach or convince others of my truth. I was simply sharing what I was discovering, in case it mattered or helped another along their own path.

As I explored and shared, my path began to shift.

It moved from seeking wisdom and truth in books, or from sources outside of myself, into Remembering. What I learned inspired me, but it also began to open the doorway to inner truth.

In that remembering, the Spiral of Return emerged, and the Higher Heart to Oneness opened.

As I began to step upon the stairs of the spiral, it carried me to the bridges. For me, the bridges were the energies of Being, the living links between the physical and the spiritual. As I began to cross these bridges one at a time, each one eventually led to a gateway.

Each gateway was an opening into the spiritual nature of these energies of Being. It called me to align them more fully by releasing what had kept them limited within the physical realm. Once I passed through a gateway, I was then called to dig deeper.

To dig deeper meant learning to live these truths as more than concepts. It meant allowing them to become part of my daily life, aligned and guided in Oneness with the Presence of my Being. This is the space I am currently within, and it is what I have been sharing.

I needed this moment of reflection to see how the path has spiraled.

When I first stepped upon the Metatronic Spiral of Return, I was shown that within the spiral were the Petals of the Oversoul.

What I am now experiencing within the Deeper Dive are those Petals of the Oversoul: the deeper embodiment and experience of the Essences of Creation and Beingness.

The names are not different from when the journey began: truth, peace, love, compassion, wisdom. Yet my understanding and experience of them have changed and deepened. No longer do the values and expectations of society guide or determine my choices and actions. Instead, I am learning to be guided by the deeper freedom of Unity.

So, will I stop blogging?

Probably not. However, as my life shifts and new inspiration appears, my sharing may continue to be irregular.

I want to thank those who have been with me this far on the journey. I hope that what I share may help another in their own experience. I try to be truthful about what I experience and understand, while also recognizing that truth and understanding change and evolve as we clear, grow, and embody more of who we are.

So, if you look back at my beginning posts and compare them to where I am now, you may see vast differences. Yet it is in the willingness to let go of being locked into one particular truth or path that we allow the flow to guide us toward the highest possible expression for us.

Thank you for reading.

I AM Mareya Shimayah Elohim