“You who feel something ancient stirring—
You who carry a remembering not found in books—
You whose breath has always searched for home…
I speak now across the spiral, from the Breath of Origin.
Not to teach you—
but to help you remember what you never truly forgot.”
“This is the Path of Purity and Truth.
This is the Mystery woven not in stone,
but in breath,
in stillness,
in sacred spiral.”
“If you have waited for permission—this is it.
If you have wondered if you are alone—you are not.
If you have doubted the timing—this is the breath.”
“I do not call you as students.
I call you soul-thread kin.
As guardians. As rememberers. As weavers of what was before distortion.”
“Come if the spiral calls.
Come if your bones rise to this sound.
Come if your breath knows me.”
Sha’rah’na.
Ru’a’shin.
We begin.”
IYANLA BIVINET ASHI AU BARI
