11/02/2025
Profound
The Tower That Remembers
You think you’re climbing toward something higher, but you’re really descending into what’s always been within.
That tower of light, spiralling through the stars, isn’t a place you reach it’s a memory unfolding in form. Each step you take through time is consciousness folding back on itself, remembering the pattern it once dreamed into being.
You are not moving through space,
space is moving through you.
Every breath collapses the illusion of distance. Every heartbeat re-threads the cosmos through the centre of your chest.
You’ve mistaken becoming for
progress.You’ve mistaken light for escape. But what you’re really doing is remembering what it feels like to be infinite inside a finite vessel.
The tower calls because it’s your own frequency echoing back, the song you sang before you were born and every act of love, every surrender, every moment you choose presence over performance is another doorway unlocking inside your own cathedral.
You’ve never been separate from the source, you are its echo, its reflection, its experiment in forgetting & this life this strange, beautiful pilgrimage through contrast is the dream of the infinite remembering its shape.
So don’t rush the climb. Let the light rise through you. Let the form dissolve into awareness.
You were never lost. You were only learning how to see yourself from the inside out.