The story I came home to tell

The story I came home to tell

There is something my heart has been longing to share.
Not because I need anyone to believe me.
Not because I need anyone to walk the same path.

But simply because my heart is overflowing. I want my loved ones to know what I have come to know.

I want to tell them about the moments when something within me shifted… when the veil seemed thinner… when I began to see life not as something happening to me, but as something unfolding through me.

My heart beats with such anticipation.

It waits for that perfect moment—the right time, the right opening—when I can sit with the people I love and, with childlike delight, tell them everything. Tell them about the journey.

The discoveries. The tears. The laughter. The surrender. The moments of absolute wonder. And yet, I wait.

For somewhere along the way, my heart whispered:

“This journey is not for everyone. And that is perfectly okay.”

And surprisingly, there is no sadness in me. No remorse. No disappointment. No need to convince anyone. Because something deep within me knows… 

Everyone has their own journey. Everyone has their own rhythm. Everyone has their own moment of awakening.

And if the spark of Divinity lives within each being—and I know it does—then sooner or later, each one will remember.

Perhaps not today. Perhaps not tomorrow. But in their own time. At their own pace. Through their own beautiful journey. And I will not wait anxiously anymore.

I will simply live. 
I will love. 
I will create. 
I will allow my world to unfold.

Because I have come to understand something so profound: 
All that I see is my creation. 
And therefore, when I ascend, my world ascends with me.

When I choose peace, my world becomes more peaceful.

When I choose love, my world becomes more loving.

When I release judgment, my world becomes softer.

When I remember who I truly am, my world remembers too.

So I walk forward with an open heart. 
No resistance. 
No justification. 
No judgement 
Just love.

And one day, when humanity is ready, I will be standing here with my arms wide open—not saying “I told you so,” but simply saying:

“Welcome home.”

Welcome home to the remembrance that we were never separate.

Welcome home to the truth that beneath all the stories, identities, fears and struggles, there has always been that same beautiful spark of Divinity.

Welcome home to our Prime Reality. And then perhaps I will look back at this life and laugh with wonder.

Because what an adventure it has been!

What a thrilling, mysterious, sometimes bewildering, sometimes breathtaking journey of consciousness.

I came looking for answers… And somewhere along the way, I discovered that the greatest answer was already within me.

I came searching for home… Only to discover that I had never really left. And now, as the end of this beautiful adventure is nearing, I see myself resting peacefully in the loving bosom of Mother Earth 
Just being. 
Peaceful. 
Loving. 
Free.
In complete harmony. 

And suddenly, I know…
Perhaps this is what I was always meant to experience.
Not merely a destination. But a story. A magnificent story of awakening.

A story I will one day sit and tell everyone at home—with sparkling eyes, laughter in my voice and immense gratitude in my heart.

And I will say: “Come, let me tell you what a journey this has been…”
And perhaps, as I begin to tell the story, I will realise that the story was never really about me.

It was about all of us. And the greatest adventure of all… was remembering who we truly are❤️

No words to express the immense gratitude and love I feel for Izumiji, Praveenji and my soul family. Each one of you have touched and inspired me in this journey. Lots of love, hugs to all🫶❤️💕😇🥰🤗