Wander through words: a journey into magical realms

V oice Behind the Veil

I wasn’t born knowing.
I was born remembering—
Through the mirror of my wounded masculine.
Through the roar that rose from my belly.
Through the ache that whispered:
You came here to be Her.

The Divine Feminine was never a concept.
She was a frequency.
A pulse.
A breath.
A knowing that cracked me open
in a hundred unseen ways.

“ I didn’t understand.
But I was shown.
Guided.
Held.
In moments that stitched light into my bones.

Life grew loud.
Complicated.
Unhappy.
Our reflections became dirty windows,
cracking under pressure.

But if you sit long enough,
if you breathe into the ache,
if you let the glass shatter—
you’ll witness the sunrise
crack the dawn of a new day.

This is the alchemy of acceptance.
Every choice, a puzzle piece of light.
Every rupture, a portal to truth.
Every silence, a sacred pause.

You are the manuscript.
You are the creator.
You are the light.

Even in the chaos,
there was light—
but only through the lens of your own frequency.

We are not insignificant.
We are not broken.
We are not measured by standards that were never ours.

Energy never lies.
As within, so without.

Your voice is a vibration.
Your words are spells.
Your presence is a portal.

You cannot give what you do not hold.
You cannot become until you unbecome the wounded child who forgot her own divinity.

You are the Light of the Infinite Creator.
This garden was sacred.
We buried it.
But still, it blooms.

Why chase the party
when the sun is calling you home?

Why seek validation
when your soul already knows?

Be the light through every crack.
Be the alchemist who heals generations.
Be the union within.
Be the presence that opens gateways.

This is your ripple.
This is your roar.
This is your remembrance.

© Liza | Soul Reflections in Divine Light™