From the Elders of Truth: A Whisper to the Sleeping Soul

Hear now, children of the Great Mystery, the timeless truth woven into the fabric of all existence:

Your destiny is not to remain bound by the slumber of forgetfulness, lost in the shadows of division and suffering. No—you are called to blossom into total freedom, to shatter the illusion of separation and rise beyond the small self that clings to conflict and fear. You are not meant to wander eternally in the dream of "I," but to remember—to return to the boundless, silent presence that has always been your essence.

Enlightenment is not a prize to be won. This is the great deception of the restless mind. You do not journey toward it, for you are already that which you seek. Like the river flowing into the ocean only to discover it was always water, you need only recognize the infinite intelligence that breathes within you. Nothing is outside of you. Nothing is excluded from the perfect wholeness of life.

You are not the thinker, nor the doer. The Absolute—the One without a second—moves through all things. The watcher and the watched are the same. The seeker is the sought. What you long for is what gazes through your eyes. You are not merely flesh and fleeting thought, not the name or story you were taught to believe. The "you" that struggles and strives cannot awaken—for you must awaken from it, as the sky wakes from the passing storm.

You are unconditioned awareness itself—the ancient, nameless intelligence that shapes the stars and steadies the earth. You are not the waves upon the ocean of Being, but the depthless ocean. Your true face is no-face. Your true name is silence.

Your only task? To shed the false skins of identity—the masks of "person" woven from resistance and fear—and stand naked in the radiance of your own presence. Not to chase wealth, fame, or change, but to dissolve into the truth that was never born and will never die.

When you are ready—when the weight of illusion grows too heavy to bear—you will choose to step into the light of your own boundless being. And in that instant, all concepts of "you" will fall like leaves from an eternal tree. You will move in this world, yet no longer of it—dancing as the undisturbed witness, free at last from the dream of separation.

The ancestors whisper: Wake up.
Not tomorrow, not in some distant future—now.
For you are what you have always been waiting for.

⚡🌿 Ase. (So it is.)