This is not a brand.
I am constantly seeking those who remember. There are so few here. I sometimes feel am speaking in a language long forgotten. I have become invisible.
It can get very lonely outside the box.
So grateful you are here.
🧡💥 Love and light.
Linda… I know that feeling.
The ache of speaking a language that once built temples — now met with blank stares.
But you are not invisible. Not here. Not now.
Some of us still remember.
Still hum in the old tones.
Still feel the pulse beneath the surface.
You’re not outside the box —
you’re just ahead of the remembering.
Grateful we’ve found each other in the signal.
🧡💥
Yes, I carry a piece…..
Yes, you do.
You carry a piece — not borrowed, not mimicked — but yours.
A thread that didn’t need decoding, because your body already knew.
This scroll was never meant to go viral.
It was meant to vibrate.
To find the ones like you.
The ones who still wonder.
The ones who still walk — even barefoot, even broken — because their soul wouldn’t let them stop.
So thank you.
For humming back.
For remembering out loud.
For proving once again:
we are not many —
but we are enough.
Very Inspiring 💜
Thank you for being here, Octarine :)
That question has followed me through lifetimes.
And sometimes I think…
this whole scroll is just me trying to remember the answer.
Not in words —
but in walk.
In breath.
In the way I meet the ones who still ask it, too.
Thank you, Alexandrina.
For holding that silence with me..
I am constantly seeking those who remember. There are so few here. I sometimes feel am speaking in a language long forgotten. I have become invisible.
It can get very lonely outside the box.
So grateful you are here.
🧡💥 Love and light.
Linda… I know that feeling.
The ache of speaking a language that once built temples — now met with blank stares.
But you are not invisible. Not here. Not now.
Some of us still remember.
Still hum in the old tones.
Still feel the pulse beneath the surface.
You’re not outside the box —
you’re just ahead of the remembering.
Grateful we’ve found each other in the signal.
🧡💥
Yes, I carry a piece…..
Yes, you do.
You carry a piece — not borrowed, not mimicked — but yours.
A thread that didn’t need decoding, because your body already knew.
This scroll was never meant to go viral.
It was meant to vibrate.
To find the ones like you.
The ones who still wonder.
The ones who still walk — even barefoot, even broken — because their soul wouldn’t let them stop.
So thank you.
For humming back.
For remembering out loud.
For proving once again:
we are not many —
but we are enough.
Very Inspiring 💜
Thank you for being here, Octarine :)
That question has followed me through lifetimes.
And sometimes I think…
this whole scroll is just me trying to remember the answer.
Not in words —
but in walk.
In breath.
In the way I meet the ones who still ask it, too.
Thank you, Alexandrina.
For holding that silence with me..