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What Is a Spiritual Awakening?

No crystals required. Just curiosity.

 

1. It Starts with 'a Whisper'; a Nudge from Within

Life on the outside might look “fine.”  You’re checking the boxes. Doing what’s expected.  But something inside starts to stir — a subtle ache, a restless hum, a whisper that says:

“This isn’t it. This isn’t me.”

You may not have words for it yet.  You just know… something feels off.  That whisper is not random.  It’s the soul’s first knock on the door.  It’s how awakening begins.

2. You've Been Programmed to Forget

You weren’t born disconnected.  You arrived here whole — radiant, intuitive, wildly unique.  But from your earliest days,  you were shaped by the world around you.  In childhood, your brain existed in a highly suggestible state —deeply open, absorbing everything like a sponge.  You learned how to behave. How to belong.  How to survive in a world that rewards sameness.

   “Be quiet.”
   “Be nice.”
   “Be good.”
   “Be like us.”

The spell didn’t come all at once.  It was layered — from family, school, religion, media, politics.  Not out of malice, but out of momentum.  The trance was inherited.

And so, you forgot.  You forgot how free you really are.  You forgot your voice, your wildness, your wonder.

But now?  You’re beginning to remember.

3. You Start Questioning the Script

This is the threshold moment.  You begin to notice the stories you've been living in.  You feel the dissonance between who you are. and who you’ve been taught to be.

You may ask yourself:

  Why do I always say yes when I mean no?
  Why does this version of success feel so empty?
  Who am I outside of these roles I’ve played?
  Did the people who raised me even question these things?

These aren’t just casual thoughts.  They are sacred signs.  The moment you begin to ask,  you are no longer asleep.  You’re shifting from auto-pilot to presence — from performing a life to living one.

4. You’re Living the Hero’s Journey

This moment of awakening?  It’s not random.  It’s archetypal.  Every myth, every movie, every sacred story tells of a hero who begins in the “Ordinary World.”  They sense something is off.  They hear the call.  At first, they resist — because change feels terrifying.

But eventually, they say yes.

They leave what’s familiar.  They walk into the unknown.  And they are transformed.  If you’re here reading this — you’re in that story.  Your story.

 

And the journey is beginning.

5. Alchemy: The Fire That Frees You

Awakening isn’t always gentle.  It often begins with unraveling — relationships fall apart, beliefs collapse, identities dissolve.  It can feel like everything is burning.  But this is not destruction for its own sake.  This is alchemy.

Alchemy is the sacred fire that burns away what isn’t you —so the truth of who you are can finally emerge.

You don’t need to become someone new.   You only need to release the layers that were never truly yours.

 

What’s left is raw.  Real.  Radiant.  You.

You're Not Alone

When I began my own journey, I had never heard the phrase “spiritual awakening.”  Nor did I have a model to show me how to walk this path.  All I knew was: something was unraveling.  It was confusing. Disorienting. Challenging.  Everything I thought I knew about myself… started to crack.

There’s a reason this process includes what’s often called “the dark night of the soul.”  Because the version of you that was built to survive — the one shaped by expectations, roles, and rules — has to fall away.

 

And that part of us, the ego, doesn’t go quietly.  It’s spent a lifetime trying to protect you — building an identity around safety, approval, and fitting in.

When my own awakening began, I had no guide.  No one to say:  “This is normal. You’re not crazy. You’re waking up.”  So I wandered. I read. I questioned.   I became the seeker.  I sought out wisdom keepers and walked the long road home to myself.  At a certain point early on, I let go of certainty and allowed curiosity to guide me.

And along the way, I was judged.  Labeled.  Misunderstood.  Especially by those who had no idea what was pulling me away from the 'normal' we had all agreed to without question.  They didn't know.  And honestly, neither did I — not fully.  Only that something deeper was calling, and I could no longer ignore it.

 

Now that I’ve walked through to the other side — with a deeper understanding of what this sacred unraveling really is — I want to be the voice I needed back then.

If you’re here thinking, “What the heck is happening to me?”  I want you to know:  This is 'a thing'.  It's been written about for centuries and experienced by many.  You’re not alone.  And you are not broken.

They say, “Many are called, but few are chosen.”  But here’s the truth:  Not everyone hears the call.  Even fewer say yes to it.​  It takes incredible courage to answer —  to leave the familiar behind and walk toward the unknown.

If you are one of the brave souls whispering yes — even through fear, doubt, or confusion —


From the bottom of my heart, I honor you.

 

And I’m here to walk with you.

I have walked through flame

and did not rush the burn.

I have drowned in silence,

only to find my voice

rising from the hush.

 

There were seasons I froze—

encased in the armor of fear—

until thawed by the sun

of my own devotion.

 

I did not escape this becoming.

I allowed it.

Trembling and torn,

I stood still as the false fell away.

 

And now—

 

There is peace here,

not because life is quiet,

but because I am.

Not because all is perfect,

but because none of it needs to be.

 

I have wrestled the shadows

and kissed them into truth.

I have unmasked the stories

and made firewood of the lies.

And in their ashes:

me.

 

Unfiltered.

Unpretending.

Unbound.

 

This life—

not tidy, but sovereign.

Not staged, but sacred.

Not for show,

but for soul.

 

I wake, and I feel myself.

I speak, and it is my voice.

I love, and it is my choosing.

No one else’s script. No borrowed masks.

 

Just this realness.

This rootedness.

This holy, earned calm.

 

It was worth it.

Every tremor.

Every grief.

Every letting go.

 

Because now—

I belong to no one’s dream but my own.

And that is peace.

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