Awakening is seductive.
It’s electric. It’s luminous.
It’s the rush when your third eye cracks open and suddenly — you see.
You see through illusion.
You taste the vastness.
You recognize how much of your life was lived in a dream.
It feels like liberation.
And in that moment — it is.
But only for a moment.
⚠️ The Trap of Awakening
Here’s the danger:
Mistaking awakening for arrival.
Believing that one flash of insight means you’re done.
That because you’ve “seen,” you’re now free.
But awakening is just the crack.
Just the doorway.
Just the first soft knock from your soul asking if you’re ready to truly live.
Insight is easy.
Embodiment is holy.
🌀 Fall in Love with Remembering
Awakening is the spark.
Remembering is the flame.
To remember is to return — not to facts, but to truth you already carry.
It’s soul memory reactivated.
It’s wisdom resurfacing from the deep ocean of your being.
And here’s the paradox:
Remembering doesn’t come with applause.
There’s no spotlight. No psychedelic fireworks.
It comes with:
- Shedding what no longer fits.
- Dying to old patterns.
- Choosing presence over performance.
- Integrating light into your daily decisions.
It’s in the boundaries you hold.
The food you eat.
The conversations you walk away from.
The moments you breathe instead of react.
🧬 Remembering Is a Sacred, Silent Revolution
It’s not about adding more.
It’s about peeling back layers until all that remains is essence.
It’s ancient, not new.
You don’t learn it — you remember it.
You don’t chase it — you return to it.
This is why many awaken,
Few remember,
And even fewer embody.
Because embodiment asks for your life to become your message —
Not your Instagram post.
Not your bookshelf.
Not your weekend workshop.
But how you show up
when no one is watching.
🌱 Awakening Is the Seed — Embodiment Is the Tree
This journey is not about chasing the next high of revelation.
It’s about becoming the truth you touched in that moment of awakening.
So next time your heart cracks open and you feel the bliss of realization — beautiful.
Celebrate it.
But don’t stop there.
Fall in love with the slow magic of remembering.
Let it root you.
Let it humble you.
Let it cost you every lie you’ve ever told yourself.
Because the light isn’t found in the seeing.
It’s found in the living.
