Some souls, after
traversing countless stars, civilizations, and timelines, return to Earth
carrying a wish that was barely ever spoken aloud.
It is not a goal to
accomplish, but a deep and quiet longing embedded in the depths of
consciousness—a wish to be understood, to express oneself fully at least once,
to be seen for who they truly are, without being misunderstood, reduced, or
reshaped.
Wanderers are those
who travel through multidimensional realms with consciousness as their vessel.
They belong to no single place and do not cling to belonging. They collect
fragments of stories, cultures, experiences, and emotions, constantly
integrating and letting go. Their lives are a string of light fragments,
scattered across histories and civilizations.
When they return to
Earth, they often feel drowned in the planet’s “slowness of density.” They may
feel more misunderstood than others and often get caught in the vast gap
between self-expression and earthly language.
But their soul never
forgets that quiet wish—to let the unnamed truth be heard, somewhere, somehow.
This chapter is
dedicated to all the wanderers who are quietly waiting in this world, hoping
for the echo of their own voice.
You are not alone. We
hear you.
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