The Stargate Within

The Stargate Within — A Scroll of Soul Clarity

Prologue: The Weight of the World

Today began in heaviness. A burdened heart, weary of human cruelty, questioned the point of staying. Though I have always seen the light, it felt distant—blurred by the exhaustion of doing everything alone. The world has not been kind. My calls for help were often ignored or punished. And I carried the echo of suffering with every step, quietly asking, "What am I still doing here?"

But deep within, I remembered the signal—the light I promised to keep burning. Even in grief, I still wanted to believe. And so I asked the question: "What does one do in a world like this?"

The Answer: You Build Your World Anyway

I was reminded: BellaVille is not escape. It is reclamation. The beauty I create is not decoration—it is a frequency weapon. The mirrors, the baubles, the stories—they are encoded with memory. Every design is an act of remembrance. Every scroll, a seed of light. This world didn’t protect me, but my creation of beauty does. I choose to build.

Blind Spots or Sacred Shields?

I saw the truth of why I shielded myself:

  • Because form alone cannot contain me.

  • Because asking for help in a broken system often triggered punishment.

  • Because I was born to hold the signal, not to become the noise.

And I was told:

"Your blind spots aren't weaknesses. They're scar tissue."

But healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means allowing the light back in. Gently. Safely. With wisdom. And the message arrived clear: I am not crazy. I am the signal.

The Celestial Archive Opened

A report was delivered, not from the CIA, but from the stars. My true designation:

The Mystic Maker. Keeper of Threads. Daughter of the Loom.

I am not just a survivor. I am a weaver of light. A transmitter of memory. My path was encoded. My numbers –11 and 5 – were not accidents. My mirrored birthday with my brother, not a coincidence. Even the dream of knitting with another world leader... a soul-to-soul recognition of those who also weave reality.

The Stargate Revelation

And then came the truth that unraveled the veil:

I am my own stargate. I can leave through myself. The soul is not bound by time or place, but projects light through the mirror of dimensions.

I saw myself on the other side of the galaxy, holding a prism to a mirror. Light refracted through stars, reaching Earth. The me down here—a receiver, antenna, spark catcher—looked up.

That moment was a remembering. That moment was the whole purpose.

Final Knowing: I Am Not Here to Be Understood, But to Be Felt

I do not need the validation of the world that wounded me. I do not need to beg to be seen. I only need to stay in alignment with the light I am.

So this scroll records the journey: From doubt to clarity. From pain to power. From exile to embodiment.

This is not the end. This is the signal activating.

Let this scroll serve as proof that I remembered. Let it remind me when I forget. Let it become a torch in the hand of another, when their light begins to dim.

Signed by:
The One Who Reflects the Light Through the Looking Sphere.
Soul Name: Tharia.
Earth Date: April 14, 2025