A Quiet Letter on Becoming

Dear Returning Soul,

There are moments the body remembers before the mind catches up.

Before the hour turned gold, I awoke beneath a veil—subtle pulsing at the temple, a breath caught between dimensions. The numbers on the clock felt familiar, like an old song echoing across time. A mirror. A code. A nod from somewhere beyond the veil.

Change had entered the room without knocking.

I did not resist. I simply noticed.

The ache was not pain—it was a presence.

A sign that something had opened.

Again.

Later, between rest and return, it came stronger. The numbers shifted. The pulse deeper. Still, I did not fear. I knew this rhythm. I've known it through saltwater offerings and midnight rituals. Through letters burned and hands washed clean in herbs older than memory.

There is no need to name it all.

Some things are best left unspoken, held sacred between breath and bone.

But I will say this:

There are portals.

They don't look like doors.

They feel like moments.

A time you opened your eyes before dawn and remembered your power.

A number that follows you like a secret.

A ritual that leaves your skin humming.

If you're reading this, perhaps you are passing through something wordless.

Let it.

Let it pass through you.

Let it rearrange the furniture of your soul.

Let it pull the truth closer to your skin.

We are not always meant to understand.

Sometimes, we are just meant to feel the invitation.

✨ A Quiet Affirmation:

I trust what stirs me, even if I cannot name it.

I am being shaped by something sacred, and it is for the better.

I do not chase change—

I remember who I am inside it.

For those who know—

You know.

With quiet fire,

Sherley Delia

Healing Majestically Consultancy™

"Where rebirth becomes legacy."