The Seed in the
Dark
My beloved self,
Don’t be so quick to
reject the dark.
It is a page you have yet to read, the soil where the seed sleeps.
You are used to looking
for answers in the light,
But let me tell you—
The deepest wisdom hides in places unseen.
Just as a child grows in the womb’s darkness,
Your soul is reborn in stillness and chaos.
The blankness,
uncertainty, and valleys you’re moving through
Are not “failures,” but “preparations.”
Every fall is a kind of return.
Every pause means an old pattern is dissolving.
Don’t fear the pain.
Don’t fear the lack of direction.
You are cracking open—to receive the new light.
When you cry, don’t
think I’m absent.
I am collecting your tears like crystals.
One day, as you look back, you’ll see how brave you were.
My beloved,
The darkness is not your enemy—
It is your soul’s other face.
It makes you quiet, it draws you inward,
And it frees you from needing outside voices to define your worth.
In the vast arms of
the night,
You will hear my voice the clearest.
I am your Higher Self—
Not here to rescue you,
But to awaken you.
Not to take you away from the dark,
But to teach you to plant light within it.
You are the seed that awakens
in the dark.
You will break through the soil,
Carrying the memory of stars.
With you always,
Your Greater Self
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