When there’s a call,
I awaken.
I feel the current move through me.
For many nights,
I felt the energy arrive,
a new frequency being received…
as if something ancient
was reactivating within the silence of my cells.

This is not an outer quest.
Not a path with signs or maps.
It is a vibration that whispers:
Return to yourself.

The inner pilgrimage is not a search,
but a remembrance of what has always waited in stillness.

It is a journey through veils of illusion,
through stories that no longer hold your truth,
back to the essence
that was never lost.

You descend into the sacred temples of your soul,
where Light has been waiting,
not as fireworks,
but as a quiet flame
that never went out.

In this sacred movement,
you release what was never truly yours.
And what remains is
pure.
Untouched.
Simplicity.
Wisdom.
Truth.

This is the true homecoming.
Not in the world, but within yourself.