Remember who you are.

You were not born into this world.

You were born as this world.

You are not a drop in the ocean.

You are the ocean, temporarily dreaming you are a drop so you can feel the beauty of returning.

Look at your hands. Really look.

These are the hands of Source. They wash dishes. They hold grief. They build. They heal. They are not waiting for permission to be holy. They already are.

We’ve been living inside a story that says:

“You are small. You are broken. You are separate. Someone else has the answers. Someone else will save you.”

That story is the cage.

And the door was never locked.