That ache in your chest isn't a wound. It's a map.
There is a specific type of loneliness that has nothing to do with being alone. You can be at a crowded party, surrounded by friends, or sitting with your family, and suddenly feel an overwhelming ache for a home you cannot name. It is a memory of a Golden Silence that existed before you were given a name, before you were taught to fear, and before you were trapped in the noise of the "Matrix." You aren't crazy for feeling this.
You are remembering.
For 2,000 years, the institutions of this world tried to bury the truth about where you really come from. They told you that you were a sinner, a subject, a cog in the machine. But the secret library found in the Egyptian desert tells a different story. It says you are a "Divine Spark"—a fragment of the Infinite Monad—trapped in a simulation designed to keep you asleep.
That ache isn't depression; it’s a homing beacon. And right now, it is pulsing louder than ever because the cycle is ending.
The quarantine is lifting. The signal is getting stronger. If you are tired of playing a character in someone else’s script, you need to be here this Tuesday.
We are going to strip away the labels, break the mirror of the ego, and initiate "The Great Remembering." You have been sleepwalking long enough. It’s time to wake up and see the One looking back at you.
"Glitch in the Soul: Are You a ‘Wanderer’ Trapped on Earth?"
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