Grief.
I feel the grief moving through my blood. I feel the pain of grief, and I know that I can hold it with love. Love isn’t just a soft or sentimental word to me anymore — love is how I meet myself here. Love is how I stay present with what is.
Finding the Zero Point: A Place to Rest
The zero point is where I rest. This is my core. This is where I breathe and surrender into. I’m so damn grateful that I found my zero point — my home. A place beyond time and space, beyond effort, beyond identity.
I was intuitively guided to begin resting here — at the centre of the toroidal field of creation. The point before creation and before dissolution. Before evolution and devolution. That pure, quiet nothingness that is also everything. All and nothing at once.
Everything and Nothing at Once
There is such beauty in being all and nothing simultaneously. Today I cried, not from pain, but from a deep appreciation of who I truly am. The essence of being itself — loving awareness — all things and no things. How beautiful is that?
From this place, I sing with reverence for grace and flow. I feel glad in my heart. Deeply glad.
Feeling Safe Enough to Let Grief Be
As waves of grief move through me, I feel held. I feel safe. I know myself. I am held by the truth that I am no-thing — and in that no-thingness, nothing can truly hurt me. When I remember who I am and rest here, I come home.
The Human Experience of Separation
Grief is part of the human journey. Life itself is a process of letting go. We move from source into form, from wholeness into the illusion of separation, and with that comes grief — especially the grief of abandonment.
We forget who we are. We feel separate. And in this lifetime, I’ve been deeply aware of that separation. I moved through all the ways we try to cope with it — addiction, escapism, control, resistance, resentment, anger, powerlessness.
Coping, Escaping, and the Long Way Home
As I reach this season of my life, I feel immense gratitude for the shedding. I love the feeling of letting go now — though at first, I resisted it fiercely. I held tightly to everything I thought defined me. My small self. My identity. I believed it kept me safe.
But it only kept me small.
Letting Go of the Small Self
I’m letting go of the final layers of that identity. I’m letting go of my marriage. I’m letting go of my first love. I’m letting go of abandonment wounds. I’m releasing the Disney fantasy I carried since childhood — a beautiful mind’s escape, filled with stories and imagined futures.
I’m choosing to use my mind differently now. Not for escape, but for embodiment. For being here.
Releasing Fantasy and Returning to Presence
There is so much beauty in the subtle realm. In the trees. In the quiet. In seeing myself reflected in the world around me.
As grief rises, I hold it within my zero point — within loving awareness. I allow all parts of me to grieve, intentionally, gently, without collapsing into the pain. I hold unconditional love now — not as an idea, but as a lived truth.
Holding Grief with Conscious Love
My heart is cracking open as I allow grief to move through me in surrender. There is sweetness here. Joy alongside the sorrow. And from this place, I am letting go — reimagining who I am from truth.
Truth is happiness. Denial is a long river, and I’ve chosen to let it run dry.
From Attachment to Liberation
Attachment is what we’re taught keeps us safe — stories of who we are, how we belong, how we are worthy of love. But those stories become prisons. They keep us small when we are meant to be free.
Liberation begins when we loosen our grip.
Living the Mystery Through the Heart
Life is a mystery that doesn’t need to be solved by the mind. It wants to be felt through the heart.
So honour yourself. Honour your beautiful being having a human experience. Pain is part of the journey — but pain can be a pathway out of suffering.
Remembering Who You Are
If this message reaches you, trust that you’re aligned with it. You are loved. It truly does get better from here.
Well done for facing your pain. Well done for walking the courageous path — the path of releasing roles, identities, and attachments that once kept you safe but small. You are worthy of the beauty of creation.
Creation is your birthright. You are a creator, here to enjoy what you create.
And as the world feels chaotic, remember this: you can trust your own truth. Liberation is not found in external comfort or validation — it’s found in coming back to yourself, gathering all your parts, and remembering how powerful you truly are.
Much love 🤍