07 Liminal Space — Becoming Nobody, Remembering Everything

Liminal Space — Becoming Nobody, Remembering Everything

When memories fall silent, the embers of the soul speak.

I sit by the fire, feeling into the embers, floating between what I once knew and something I can't yet name.

Memories feel far away. No flashes of past lives, no grand stories — just the quiet ache of longing. A longing not for anything lost, but for that feeling of everything, all at once. Love. Wholeness.

In this liminal space, there are no anchors, only presence. No certainty, only wonder.

I share this transmission from the tender ground of becoming nobody — of surrendering old identities, of allowing the soul to remagnetize what was never truly lost.

Maybe you know this place too — where sadness and beauty hold hands, where the embers whisper secrets, and where even in the not-knowing, something sacred is being born.

From the embers, with love.