All our lives, they teach us to let others tell us who we are…and the new modern edge is no different…
We scroll
We stare
We swallow words like addicts craving sweetness
sugar-coated wisdom offered by voices who may not yet know their own bones…
“Tell me who I am,”
we whisper through our fingertips; we carve for it…
through likes, through follows,
through desperate little flicks of the thumb….
Because if they have 250,000 followers,
if they say it with enough conviction, polished words and polished teeth,
surely, they know better than the quiet voice inside us….so we follow, we listen without questioning, without experiencing our own truth
Surely, they can tell me what I cannot tell myself
Surely, they are more enlightened…
And so, the new modern digital-age circus begins…
we look for leaders in every form, voices louder than our own
because we’re still operating in this unconsciousness, disconnected from each other and from ourselves, without equal unity, without inner authority
We cry for shepherds in the noise,
for someone anyone to lead,
because we’ve forgotten how to be still
We measure spirit by followers and numbers
We measure wisdom by who can shout the loudest
We measure truth by how beautiful life looks in a photo of the others
or a reel of 4 sec, without truly living it on our own.
But energy doesn’t lie
Evolution doesn’t need a profile picture.
And real knowing doesn’t flex for cameras….
maybe we can reverse this, and start walking beside others , there’s nothing wrong with that
but sometimes we confuse following with surrendering our own knowing, abandoning our own intuition and truth
You can’t follow your soul by being a follower
You only walk in unity, equal unity to hear your soul wisdom map
see if his is true for you. ….
Sometime You have to turn off the noise
Sometimes you have to see that the new digital temples others have built is to worship their own reflections…
Sometimes you have to sit, alone, in the unbearable silence,
and ask yourself:
“Who was I before they told me?”
There.
And maybe there you will find it,
But that kind of silence terrifies us….
So instead, we enter these spaces asking, begging:
Please… just tell me what to do, who I am, what my path is…
Because it’s easier that way.
No responsibility.
no need to go through the transmissions…
no need to dive deep…
no need to look within or sit in the sacred mess of “Becoming”
Now we scroll for God
in voices that echo
but never touch
And as long as we keep following, and listening without questioning
we don’t have to awaken to our own truth
we can stay comfortably asleep,
while worshiping those who claim they know….
and some of them
they like to be worshiped
they like the pedestal
But what’s really happening here?
Did we just trade the God within?
in exchange for a louder voice outside ,wrapped in gold that glimmers, but cracks when held too close
And yet, despite all this noise,
something still stirs beneath the surface…
And you started wondering:
“Are these paradigms even working?”
That moment of quiet questioning,
of peeling away the noise,
is the beginning of remembering.
A return to something ancient, soft, and real, the inner truth
to the part of you that was never lost, only buried, your inner wisdom and a map….
So now you sit with it
Breathe with it
Trust it
And whisper, not to the world, but inward,
not to define me by “Who I am,” but to guide me into the vastness of simply BEING.
Sending you moonlight & Truth
Kasandra🖤