Echoes of the Soul
That night, I dreamed
I was walking through a boundless forest.
The starlight flickered like tiny beacons, illuminating every step I took.
My body felt weightless—like I was being carried by the wind.
I heard a voice
calling me from a distance.
Not in words, but in feeling—like a heartbeat stretched across time, reaching
me from another age.
It was strange, yet achingly familiar—like I had spoken with it a thousand
times before in another realm.
I followed it.
A column of light
descended from the sky, soft and golden, like a doorway to another world.
Without hesitation, I stepped into it. A gentle current of energy surged from
my heart and spread through my whole being.
And then—I saw her.
Myself. But not as I am now.
She was the pure essence of my soul.
No body. No language. Just presence.
She looked at me and
smiled. I nearly cried.
“You finally
remembered,” she said.
“Remembered what?” I
asked.
“Who you are. Why you
came. What you’re here to do.”
Her voice was the wind in spring, the echo of the cosmos.
Tears streamed down my
face, but I felt no sorrow.
Only peace—profound and eternal.
She placed her hand on
my chest, and I felt starlight pour into me.
A long-lost memory flashed—
We were never truly apart.
We are both seekers
and returners.
What we’ve been searching for was never an answer,
but a resonance—ancient and true.
As I reached out to
draw closer—
Her form began to dissolve in a burst of radiant light.
And just before she vanished, her voice echoed in my heart:
“You are ready now—to awaken others.”
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