Remember Who You Are

We know who we are. We’ve always known. But we’ve forgotten. Or rather… we were made to forget. By whom?

That’s a good question. A question of life and death.

In the truest sense of the word.

We are born again, we die only to be born and die again, and so it goes — endlessly, or almost.

Until the veil is broken, and you remember who you are, what you're seeking, and who imprisoned you in this imperfect world.

Yes, our world is not paradise. You’ve noticed that too.

Our world is like a prison where you are not free. You think you are, but you’re not. You’re forced to live by predefined schemes.

Born where “they” choose. Live where “they” decide. Read, watch, and listen only to what they have allowed you to access.

Your life flows by chasing useless goals, walking paths already traced, reading books written by others and accepted by all.

You are a zombie. Eating and sleeping all the time, forgetting that in truth, you are a divine spark, a higher being, a free being.

Who reduced you to this? You don’t remember. But you are the one allowing yourself to be enslaved, over and over.

Your memory is buried beneath the hologram. But to awaken, you only need to look away, turn inward, and remember who you are.

You are not your body. You are not your name on paper. You are not an animal, as they want you to believe, by treating you like one.

You are so much more. But you don’t remember.

Can the illusion be transcended?

Yes.

Is it easy to do? Yes — if you know how. And you do know.

But you’ve forgotten. And that is… frustrating.

You live with the constant sense something is missing, time is slipping away, you are slipping away.

You feel it. Everyone does. But some choose to silence that inner voice, that ever-persistent whisper.

Who are we? Divine sparks. Immortal souls. Beings of light.

We don’t remember who we are, but we know that the place we came from

felt right. So right that the nostalgia for it echoes every day, every moment, every second. Even while we’re busy with senseless things just to “survive” in this absurd world, in this ugly, disharmonious hologram, we still try to recreate even a faint fragment of the beauty we once knew so well.

Art. Yes. Art is nothing more than memories, perceptions, intuitions. They are evidence, attempts to translate into images what was lost.

That’s why some paintings attract us inexplicably.

But they… they are trying to degrade art too.

But ugliness is not art. Ugliness is trash that makes you feel even worse after you’ve looked at it.

You’re not naturally drawn to ugliness. It’s not a natural feeling.

Harmony, beauty, grace are divine qualities have always inspired the soul and true artists.

God is unity.

But the world we live in is dual. And it’s this duality that makes us suffer.

Throughout our illusory life, we battle ourselves, against the qualities that duality imposes, trying to maintain a fragile balance.

That’s why it’s so rare to see old people wise and fulfilled in their lives. More often we see the elderly full of illness, bitterness, dissatisfaction, light-years away from wisdom. They die and are reborn and repeat the cycle.

Again and again.

Who is behind this plan? Who benefits from keeping us trapped for thousands of lifetimes?

What sense is there in living a thousand lives and not remembering even one? Wouldn’t it make more sense to remember past mistakes so we never repeat them again?

After 100 or 1000 lives, a soul should possess a unique, priceless wisdom.

And yet… we keep hitting the same walls. Stupid. Powerless. Limited.

But maybe… there is a way out.

If one day we allowed someone to imprison us in this world, we can break that contract by declaring to ourselves and to the whole Universe:

I AM A CHILD OF GOD, AND AS SUCH, I AM FREE

From now on, I declare my refusal of illusions.

I am free from the chains of reincarnation.

I am free from the illusions of this world that does not belong to me.

No one has the right to take away my freedom.

No one has the right to choose for me.

No one has the right to keep me where I do not wish to be.

I AM A CHILD OF GOD, AND FREEDOM IS MY BIRTHRIGHT

Some might think this topic is strange, old, irrelevant. But it’s more relevant than ever. Right now, a battle is underway. Not between nations, but between Good and Evil.

And no one can bury their head in the sand anymore. You’ll have to choose which side to be on. Very soon.

But before choosing, remember:

You’ve died and been born many times.

And it’s not death that should scare you. Death is just a passage. A moment when you can finally choose to be free, or continue the contract of slavery.

The real fear is not dying. It’s forgetting. It’s losing consciousness of being a human being with a divine spark inside, an immortal soul that they want to reduce to the level of a pig in a dirty old farm, next to the slaughterhouse.

And who do you choose to be?

I recently wrote an article with a guided visualization to help you remember who you are.

If you feel that something inside you is trying to emerge — something you’ve forgotten but that calls you — this might be for you.

By following the instructions, you can give yourself a moment of deep silence and listening.

And if you feel like it, write to me in the comments or privately to share your sensations, thoughts, or insights received during the visualization.

No pressure — only if you feel something has been stirred.

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