We didn’t just appear here—we spun out of the very mind and heart of Source, flung like sparks into this swirling, shimmering masquerade ball we call life. Each of us dressed in our fragile wondrous Earth suits, dancing unique steps on the spiraling floor of time. Some stumble, some soar, but all of us are somewhere along the glimmering river of remembering.
This world isn’t random—it’s a sacred stage, a classroom of becoming. We navigate the obstacle course of Samsara, that ancient wheel of illusion and rebirth, gathering lessons and scars until our hearts crack wide enough to let the light pour in. As Rumi whispered: “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
Through pain, through joy, through lifetimes—we’re not becoming someone else, we’re becoming who we’ve always truly been. Not the roles, not the masks—but the radiant center beneath. The substrate beneath the light. The I AM at the heart of the All.
Mystics and physicists agree: separation is an illusion. As Einstein reminded us, “A human being is part of the whole called by us universe… a part limited in time and space.” And the ancient Upanishads proclaimed: “You are That.”
There is no real duality. No “us” and “them.” No above and below. Only the One, dancing in many masks, remembering itself.
So let’s dance. Unapologetically. Let’s move in our light. Let’s be the love we came here to remember.
-Bearz