Category: The32ndGate
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Spiritually Awake but Secretly Stuck: Healing the Original Wound of Separation
There is a silent struggle that many people experience on their spiritual path: you feel awake, you know there is more, yet you secretly feel stuck. You’ve had glimpses of expansion, tastes of the infinite, maybe even downloads that shook your sense of self… but then life pulls you back…
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The Silent Test of Showing Up for Yourself
There’s a certain kind of season that no one talks about enough. The one where you’ve already done the prayers, the meditations, the manifesting, the rituals, the self-reflection, the healing work, the planning, the showing up — and yet, nothing seems to move. It’s the in-between. The space between what…
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Do You Really Want to Heal… or Do You Just Want to Be Seen?
Most people don’t want to really heal.They want the world to finally notice their pain. That statement stings, doesn’t it? It’s potent.But sit with it for moment, especially if you felt it. Within it lies one of the hardest truths about the human journey… the spiritual journey. The Wound Beneath…
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The Higher Spiral and the Lower Spiral
We are not simply human. We are The Infinate wearing flesh but for a season. We are God-consciousness, fractured into countless forms, thousands of lifetimes, each carrying the same ancient wound… the ache of separation from the Source. The ache of having been everything at once, and now feeling less…
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The Spiral of God and the Shadow of Divinity: Returning Through the Wound
There was a moment… before time, before thought, before breath … when all was still. Consciousness simply was. Whole. Infinite. Without name or form. And then… the First Movement. Not a fall. Not a mistake. A question. A desire. A pull. “What am I?” 🌀 In that single pulse, Consciousness…
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The Threshold of Willingness: What I’m Afraid to See
I asked a question that stopped everything: “What am I afraid to see in myself?” I expected something dramatic, honestly. A monster in the psyche. I thought some ancient wound still bleeding would come to the surface. Instead, the word that came was gentle. Subtle. Unassuming. It rose from within…
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