The Great Unveiling 🔱 A Journey from the Borrowed Gait to the Eternal Pulse
Namaskar🙏🏽
This post is an invitation to a shared breath. Before you read, I invite you to place one hand on your heart and realize: the rhythm you feel is the same rhythm that governs the orbits of the stars. You are not a visitor in this universe; you are the universe expressing itself as a human being for a brief, beautiful moment. Let us begin.
A profound unveiling is reshaping our collective consciousness. We are living through an era of radical, intense, and widespread exposure, where old masks are finally slipping away.
Everywhere we look, the old masks are slipping.
To truly understand the injustices we see on our screens every day, we must look at the borrowed gait of our history.
Centuries ago, a branch of the human family moved into a northern diaspora, separated from the warmth and the inherent abundance of the Earth’s heart..
In that cold, a trauma was etched into the DNA, a belief that to survive, one must conquer..to be safe, one must separate.
This is the tragic legacy of colonization, it was a sickness of the spirit born from a deep, ancient forgetting.
Today, we are all living with the consequences of that distorted perception... We see it in how we relate to the land, to each other, and even to our own bodies.
But we cannot mend a fractured glass by striking it..
We heal by remembering the architecture that was never broken...
We heal by realizing that the macrocosm of the universe is mirrored in the microcosm of our own breath.
There is a staggering wonder that arrives when we finally set down the heavy, borrowed luggage of being "somebody."
For so long, we have walked with a borrowed gait, moving to the rhythm of names, histories, and grievances that were never truly ours.
We have mistaken the costume for the dancer..
But the moment we allow ourselves to remember our essential nature, a quiet grace takes hold.
We find we are not limited entities defined by a history of accumulations, but a magnificent no-thingness, the silent, fertile soil from which everything blooms.
When we look at our world today, we see the echoes of a long, cold night..
We see the fractures of ongoing injustice, the lingering shadows of a history that did not just claim land, but sought to claim the very way we see...
We have been viewing reality through fractured glass, through structures of thought imposed upon us by those who had forgotten the language of the heart.
These are not our natural homes, they are psychological cages with doors that have always been unlocked.
But we are learning that we cannot mend these fractures through the same friction that created them. If we meet the world with reaction, we only tighten the knot...
Instead, we allow ourselves the grace of Realization.
We see that the "other" is an optical illusion, a trick of the light. To touch the Sanatan Dharma, the Eternal Pulse, is not a struggle of the will, but a softening of the spirit..
This is the realization that we are the formless energy momentarily wearing these beautiful, unique masks, dancing into the visible and melting back into the Source.
We need only look at the blueprint of our own bodies to see the truth. The Source has written its name in a single, golden script..
The same logarithmic spiral that spins a galaxy across the velvet of space is the very same curve that whorls the fingerprint on our own hands..
The branching of the Great Oak is the identical architecture of the airways within our own chests..
Even the rhythm of our hearts, in their moments of deepest peace, beats in the same mathematical proportion as the petals of a rose.
✨ Yatha Pinde, Tatha Brahmande ✨
✨ As is the atom, so is the universe ✨
When we see this, the "other" ceases to be a stranger.. The person across a border, the person of a different skin complexion, the person suffering in a distant land, they are not "them."
They are simply our own pulse, scaled to a different face....
We are the macrocosm experiencing itself through the window of the microcosm.. This is the ultimate inclusion✨to look at the stars and feel our own blood, and to look at our blood and see the birth of stars ☀️
The healing of our global wounds will not come from more doing, but from a deeper being 🔥
When we renounce the false identities imposed by history, we are not fighting, we are waking up.. We are stepping out of the "somebody" and into the All.
In this state of awakened inclusion, we no longer act out of compulsion or fear.
We act consciously, because we realize that when one part of the body is in pain, the whole system feels the ache.
We are at a point where we can no longer afford the heavy coat of the "individual."
We are invited to become the Ocean..
Let us not fight the darkness of the past. Let us simply realize we are the light that the darkness was never able to touch. We open our hands. We let the old stories end. We let the Source begin.
May we all eventually rest in this fundamental truth, so that we cease to react and begin to breathe with the world. Only when we participate in life as a shared breath can we transform the experience of the whole, for the sake of every being that still suffers.
We must ask ourselves, in this quiet moment of uncovering... how many of us are actually perceiving reality as it is, and how many are merely viewing a projection cast by the ghosts of the past?
We speak of "civilization," yet we must look at the hands that move within it.
How many are, directly or indirectly, dropping bombs on the innocent?
How many are participating in the quiet starvation of children through the sterile mechanisms of greed?
We must look deeply into the mirror..
How many are endorsing injustices, fueling discrimination, or perfecting the art of gaslighting—not just others, but their own conscience?
This is the peak of that "borrowed gait."
We have become so hypnotized by belief systems—those rigid, northern structures of the mind—that they have gifted us a false sense of righteousness.
We walk with a terrifying confidence, a "holy" certainty, while participating in the most inhumane acts against the very Mother Nature that gives us breath.
How did we arrive here?
How did we become so fractured that we can watch the destruction of life and call it "progress" or "necessity"?
This is the sickness of the spirit born from the long night of separation.
When you believe you are a "somebody" separate from the "all," you give yourself permission to destroy the "other."
But the Golden Thread is watching.
The mathematics of the Source do not lie..
When you strike at the Earth, you are striking at your own bone.
When you endorse the suffering of a child across an imaginary border, you are starving a part of your own soul.
I invite you to consider... are you acting from your own intelligence, or are you a puppet for a colonial program that died centuries ago?
Every time you choose a belief over a human life, you are still colonized.
Every time you feel a sense of "righteous" anger that demands another’s silence, you are still in the cage.
Every time you manipulate the truth to fit a narrative of "us vs. them," you are still walking in the cold diaspora of the mind.
The Great Unveiling is not just about seeing the darkness in the world; it is about seeing the hypnosis in ourselves.
We heal when we realize that our "righteousness" is often just a mask for our fear.. We heal when we drop the bombs of our judgments. We heal when we stop gaslighting the Earth and start listening to her pulse.
May we have the courage to wake up from this hypnosis of separation. May we realize that to participate in life as a shared breath is the only way to end the long, painful legacy of the "somebody" who thought they were separate from the Source.
May the silence you feel be louder than the noise of the world. May you walk not with a borrowed gait, but with the rhythm of the cosmos in your step.
So’ham. We are the Light that sees. We are That.
Namaskar 🙏🏽
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