death. a call to remember

…and the ache within us deepens, not from despair, but from remembrance.

the soul stirs with a knowing. this world is not all there is.

sensing energy, not just matter. movement, not just form.

in modern language, we speak of 3D, 4D, 5D consciousness. in islamic mysticism, they are the heavens. kabbalah speaks of the sefirot. the vedas of lokas. and then esoteric paths of astral and causal realms.

across them all, we find one truth: this life is only part of the journey.

with this awareness comes a longing,

not just spiritual but physical. cellular.

a release from the body, back to where it belongs.

in harmony with the blueprint it came here to express.

with the source it was never truly separate from.

to rise. to return.

not to escape—but to ascend in alignment.

but, have we fulfilled the divine destiny our soul agreed to upon entering this dimension?

kabbalah teaches the soul reincarnates, gilgul, until it completes its tikkun. in sufism, the soul dissolves in fana, annihilation of the ego, for union with the beloved creator. in vedic wisdom, the atman is reborn until it reaches moksha, final liberation.

there are not a thousand fragmented purposes.

there is only one: to return to the source.

to become what we came here to render. the purpose is not in the doing, but in the being. embodying our essence, moment by moment. breath by breath.

so why are you here? do you remember?

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