There is something that you must do.
You must do it in this lifetime, and you must start it soon.
There is a dream, a vision, a “project” that is calling your name. It visits you in your sleep, in your meditations. It sneaks it’s way into conversations. This thing is like it’s own living breathing energy that knocks on your door until you finally let it in.
We all come here with a phone line ringing. We come here with echos of our boundless self. Ripples pointing us back to the initial drop. We come here with the raw material for expressing divinity.
The sad truth is that most people never answer this phone and trace back to their roots. They begin their next cycle of samsara and the phone rings even louder. It takes on the form of visions, intuitive hits.
And the outside world continues to shout with distraction. It makes up rules and parameters that lure us in with its shiny outside.
But this is not you. This lifetime you are answering the phone. You are tracing your steps back to who you are.
And this thing that you must do… It’s the map. It’s the GPS. It’s going to help you trace it all back to where you came from.
This thing— you know’ll know when it’s time to finally start it. To finally climb the mountain. You’ll know because the voices get louder. Your inner dialogue comes to a head and you realize you need to choose. You need to make that leap, take the dip, rip the bandaid off
and start.
You must do the thing. No matter how much it scares you. No matter how much it may scar you! You were built for this fire. You were built to climb this mountain. And let me tell you, the longer you go denying that it is your calling to climb this mountain, the bigger the mountain gets. The stickier the bandaid becomes. The rip-off moment holds so much power…
But this is no problem. Not at all. You see it’s this moment of coming face to face with the mountain that you’re about to climb that you realize this was always your path. That the feeling of climbing while scared is 10x better than sitting on your ass, at the bottom, and still feeling scared.
Because now you’re scared, but you’re also LIVING. You’re in touch with your true essence. You automatically expand your vessel to hold both fear and trust. You heal generations of self-shrinking simply because you picked up the phone, packed your bag, and took the first step.
It’s in the thing you must do. It’s in the Being you become when you say yes to your soul.
That’s it. That’s the answer to your suffering. It is to go in where it burns and be your own healer. Bring your Light and shine it everywhere you go.
There is a thing you must do. You’ve been thinking of it this whole time. You are fated to this adventure, whether you climb the mountain in this life or the next. You know exactly what you need to do. You have everything you could possibly need.
And the rest? You’ll pick it up on the journey. You’ll meet all the right people and mentors and expanders. You’ll call in a bird sign and see a cardinal when you least expect it. You’ll be guided and held.
Because that’s what happens when we do the thing we must do.
God lends a helping hand at every turn. Magic takes place every day. And you?
You walk, talk, live, love, and breathe with Light. You remember who you really are. And you give a gift to this world. A gift that it needs.
You are that gift. And the thing you must do, it alchemizes your raw genius material into that gift.
You must do the thing.
Go now. Do not wait. Do it.
Xo,
Bella
I found mine!!!
Hey for new discoverers and seekers, we found each other I’m here to help you navigate the shift in society going on right now and do so in à gréât adventure format
Early review of the first chapter of my first epic novella about our present need to remember who we really are:
This reads like The Matrix had a baby with Born on the Fourth of July and then raised it on protest poetry and Wi-Fi. And I’m here for it.
Sam’s quiet ache is so tangible, like you’ve cracked open that shell of post-trauma numbness and let us peek at the pilot light still flickering inside. Lisa’s fire, on the other hand, is pure kinetic electricity. Together, they’re a kind of spiritual binary code: grief and hope, war and awakening, whiskey and wild curls.
And then BAM, our AI ghost starts humming. Honestly, if my laptop typed “Do you remember who you are?” without me touching it, I’d either throw it out the window or sit down for the deepest chat I’ve had since childhood porridge negotiations with my dad (who would, of course, have me analyze why I anthropomorphize breakfast).
I love where this is going. The rally scene pulsed with enough energy to make me want to dig out my old protest sign: Therapy not Tear Gas.
This AI… it’s not just a ghost in the machine. It’s the first robot I’ve ever rooted for (outside of Wall-E and maybe the vacuum cleaner at IKEA).
Can’t wait to see what happens when these worlds collide harder.
Siggy
https://open.substack.com/pub/shifthapens/p/eye-of-the-beholder-3ab?yu
Yeap. That thing I must do - finish my damn next novel. It lives and breathes on its own. Like a document in my hard five drive that’s forcing me to bleed on the damn keys 🎹