I had no idea what I was going to write today.

Usually, I’m well prepared, with my email drafted two days before it’s sent out.

But today, I am exhausted; energetically exhausted.

I’m going through a huge timeline shift.

Like… I am actually jumping timelines and it is scary, exciting, full of synchronicities, and scary. (Yes, I had to say it twice.)

And while I’m grateful for this season of my life because I’m stepping onto a destined path, and everything in this new path feels effortless, like everything I touch turns to gold. I’m also longing for stillness.

My intuition and psychic gifts are turned all the way up right now, and it’s making me tired as I complete a loose end in the old timeline.

But even with everything going on, I want to remain consistent.

Consistency is the key to building anything meaningful and lasting.

So this morning, as I sat wondering what to write to you, I saw an email pop up from a writer I follow, Tara Mohr. She shared a poem she wrote, and it inspired me to share mine.

I wrote this poem during a writing retreat I attended in the summer.

A simple prompt sparked something in me, and the words came through.

It had been years since I’d written or performed poetry. But writing this piece helped me release the past so I could move forward.

Two months later, I experienced my second ego death.

And now… I’m timeline jumping into my path of destiny.

I hope this poem helps you release whatever no longer serves you, so you can propel forward into your dreams and desires.

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Separation Is an Illusion

Even if I don’t see it again,

nor ever feel it,

I know it is.

Because it came from me.

Both born as flesh,

bounded by one soul.

No remembrance of our past selves —

of our last dance,

our last kiss,

the final time we embraced

in unfamiliar lands.

One was forever fighting for freedom,

the other had succumbed

to how “things are.”

Even if I don’t see it again,

nor ever feel it,

I know it is.

I didn’t realise

that would be our last time.

Had I known,

I wouldn’t have been so obnoxious,

so matter of fact,

so full of myself,

so oracle-like.

But I was right, wasn’t I?

I was always right around you.

That’s what I liked about myself

when I was around you —

that I was always right.

And now, without you,

I am always right.

Even if I don’t see it again,

nor ever feel it,

I know it is.

Because in finding me,

I found you too.

You saw it as walking away,

but I was coming back home —

because separation

is an illusion.

Sage

For the seekers, the dreamers, the brave