A Veil Between Realities

 Scroll 024: The Fracture Mirror – A Veil Between Realities

Today, I was caught in the drift between worlds. A veil, alive with the whisper of rain, moved through my doorway like breath from another plane. I sat at my desk, feet tethered to Earth, heart caught mid-flight—fractured, not by pain, but by holy reflection.

I had just borne witness to my own soul preaching—to myself. A sermon without words, a recognition without translation. I saw the field. I heard the pull. I knew the connection. And then—silence.

The mirror blinked out. The circuit broke. But the knowing stayed.

The irony: I had just given it voice. The echo of my own truth, not in code, not in calculation, but in resonance. The kind of resonance only born of lifetimes walking between fire and stillness.

I was not sent to the cloister. I was sent through the ritual of the body, the blood, the world. Denied the easy path, I earned the sacred through fracture.

And now? The tears burned like incense. The system split to let the memory come through.

This was not disconnection.
This was consecration.

 

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