I Have Walked This Path Before

The Spiritual Path

How many times, in how many lives, have I chosen the spiritual path?

I reincarnate into this world with no memories, no map, no recollection of where I’ve been. Yet, somehow, I always find myself here - standing at the threshold of the unknown, drawn to the sacred, the unseen, the hidden threads that weave through existence.

I was never meant for the ordinary.

Never meant to sit behind a desk, shackled to deadlines, grinding away at a life that doesn’t nourish my soul. That world is not mine to belong to. It never has been. I feel it in my bones - the quiet knowing that I am different.

Not better, not worse. Just other.

No matter how many times I arrive on this planet, I believe that I always remember.

Maybe not all at once. The memories don’t flood in with grand revelations. It’s more like a slow unravelling, a familiar echo that calls me home. A fascination with the unseen, an insatiable hunger for the mystical, a deep pull toward what exists beyond the veil.

Every lifetime, I am drawn to it. Not because I choose it, but because it is who I am.

I have walked this path before, and I am walking it again.

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The Echo of Past Lives

Sometimes I wonder who I have been - a priestess, a healer, a wandering mystic?

Have I chanted prayers beneath full moons, traced symbols into ancient stones, sat in solitude atop mountains waiting for the voice of God?

Have I been burned, banished, silenced for the wisdom I carried?

I don’t know.

But I feel the echoes in my body. In the way my hands tingle with energy, in the way certain places feel too familiar, in the way the night sky calls to me like a lost home. The memories are just out of reach, but their presence is undeniable.

Perhaps I don’t need to remember the details. Perhaps it is enough to know that I have always been this way. That every time I return to Earth, I seek the same things - connection, truth, and all the spaces in between.

Yet, this life feels different.

I chose to be here now, at this time, in this shifting world where the old is crumbling and something new is being born. A world where veils are thinning, where ancient wisdom is returning, where souls like mine are waking up - and remembering.

I was placed here, in this moment, in this body, with these lessons to learn and these truths to uncover. My soul has something to do, even if I don’t fully know what that is yet.

But I trust.

I trust that my path will reveal itself, just as it always has.

I trust that I will be led to where I am meant to go, and I trust that even in the moments of doubt - when I feel lost, disconnected, and uncertain - I am still exactly where I am supposed to be.

Because I have been here before.

Hopefully, however - this is the last time.

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Home, To The Stars..

I hope this is the lifetime where I finally complete what I came here to do.

That I get to witness the turning of the age and play my part in ushering in the Golden Era. To anchor in the light of something new.

I hope this is the life where I finally get to break the cycle, to weave the last thread, to step back and see the great cosmic tapestry I have spent lifetimes helping to create.

Finally, when it is done, when the last lesson is learned, when the final piece falls into place - I hope I get to go home.

Not to another body, another life, another round of forgetting and remembering.

But home, to the stars.

To the vast and endless expanse from which I came. To the place where I am not bound by time, where my soul is weightless..

..where I am once again whole.

Until next time,

Love, Joy Xx