28/05/2025
The Sacred Becoming
There is a moment in every soul’s journey where everything falls apart — not because you are broken, but because you are becoming.
The caterpillar does not resist the cocoon. It surrenders to the mystery, dissolving all it has known. It doesn’t understand wings yet, but somewhere deep within, it trusts that there is more. That it is meant for more.
Transformation is not graceful. It is sacred destruction. It is confusion and aching silence, the shedding of skins, identities, illusions. It is being held in the dark with no guarantee — only the whisper of an ancient knowing that your becoming is inevitable.
You are not lost.
You are in the chrysalis.
The discomfort you feel is the alchemy of the Divine working within you. The heaviness is sacred weight — shaping your wings, rewriting your destiny. Your soul is rearranging itself to hold more light.
There is nothing wrong with you for feeling weary.
There is nothing wrong with you for questioning everything.
Just hold on.
Just keep breathing.
Just keep trusting.
Because one day soon, you will emerge.
Not as who you were, but as who you were always meant to be — radiant, whole, and free.
And when you do…
the world will make space for your flight.
