You are not alone. Together through the darkness into the light
These are special times.
Times in which many things are tipping, dissolving, or reconstituting themselves. People are unsettled, old certainties are breaking away, landmarks are disappearing. The world feels overloaded, full of contradictions and tensions.
And at the same time, there is this noticeable increase in energy. Something is moving. There is expansion and upgrades palpable everywhere!
It sometimes feels like a wave of energy rolling through us, taking with it everything that is no longer true, so that we can truly embody who we are.
I have felt this wave of the brightest, most wonderful light particularly intensely in the last few days. It didn’t ask me if I was ready. It simply came.
And with it came darkness. That’s how it is. The light brings all that is dark to light.
Not as a punishment, not as a relapse, but as an invitation. An invitation to look deeper. Into myself. Into the parts I couldn’t see. Into the fears I avoided. Into the wounds I covered up because I thought they had long since healed. They hadn’t.
I faced this darkness. Not bravely, not heroically, but honestly. I felt it, through every cell in my body. There was fear. Pain. Tightness. Shame. Anger. And grief. So much grief. About what was, about what could never be, about what my ego thought it wanted—and what I had taken from myself. In the past, I would have tried to make it go away. To analyze it. To transform it. This time, I simply allowed it.
I sat down, didn’t distract myself, didn’t numb myself, didn’t immediately seek a solution. I simply felt. Hour after hour. I let the pain roll through my levels—through my body, through my emotions, through my mind. And I stopped judging it. I stopped making it wrong. Instead, I began to see it for what it is: a part of my creation.
That was a turning point. The moment I acknowledged that I myself had created this darkness—consciously or unconsciously—something changed within me. Not out of guilt, but out of awe. I realized how powerful I am. How powerful we all are. Because if I am capable of generating so much pain within myself, I am also capable of fully accepting it. And thus transforming it.
This awe of my own creation was profound. It didn’t overwhelm me. It grounded me. Because it showed me: I am not the victim of my story. I am the space in which everything can reveal itself. I am the one who can decide whether to fight or receive. I chose to receive.
And in this acceptance, this receiving, the energy released. All by itself. Without coercion. Without technique. She untied the bonds I had bound her to. She released her pain. And suddenly, the free energy was there. Like stardust.
There is now clarity. Lightness. And a deep peace I hadn’t expected. Not an ecstatic state. Not a spiritual rush. But simply: Me. Present. Awake. Here.
I don’t suddenly have all the answers. I’m not “healed.” And I’m not quite finished with this process yet, as the vast amounts of free light energy are now being integrated on a physical level, and that simply always happens with a slight delay.
But I’ve taken another step. That was the next bottleneck, the birth canal I’ve now passed through.
Because that’s exactly what ascension feels like to me. Not as a liftoff, but as a rebirth through a narrow channel of limitation.
These days have shown me: Light doesn’t arise through repression. Light arises through presence. Through being honest with what is. Even—and especially—when it’s dark. Darkness is not a flaw in the system. It is part of the whole. Part of my creation. It is the shadow cast by the light when it begins to shine.
And yes, it was challenging. It was exhausting. It stirred everything up. But it was real. And that’s what matters. I’m no longer afraid of the darkness. I’m no longer afraid of my depths. I recognize them as part of my growth. They are not the end—they are the eye of the needle.
Because every time I move through them, I come a little closer to myself. Another part of my soul has returned.
I know that more trials will come. Because that’s just how it goes.
We all carry darkness within us. We all carry light within us. The path is not to pit one against the other, but to integrate both. In peace. In dignity. In respect for the depth of our own being.
If you would like support on your path through clearings or frequency mentoring, you know where to find us
Love always
Chris
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You are not alone. Together through the darkness into the light
These are special times.
Times in which many things are tipping, dissolving, or reconstituting themselves. People are unsettled, old certainties are breaking away, landmarks are disappearing. The world feels overloaded, full of contradictions and tensions.
And at the same time, there is this noticeable increase in energy. Something is moving. There is expansion and upgrades palpable everywhere!
It sometimes feels like a wave of energy rolling through us, taking with it everything that is no longer true, so that we can truly embody who we are.
I have felt this wave of the brightest, most wonderful light particularly intensely in the last few days. It didn’t ask me if I was ready. It simply came.
And with it came darkness. That’s how it is. The light brings all that is dark to light.
Not as a punishment, not as a relapse, but as an invitation. An invitation to look deeper. Into myself. Into the parts I couldn’t see. Into the fears I avoided. Into the wounds I covered up because I thought they had long since healed. They hadn’t.
I faced this darkness. Not bravely, not heroically, but honestly. I felt it, through every cell in my body. There was fear. Pain. Tightness. Shame. Anger. And grief. So much grief. About what was, about what could never be, about what my ego thought it wanted—and what I had taken from myself. In the past, I would have tried to make it go away. To analyze it. To transform it. This time, I simply allowed it.
I sat down, didn’t distract myself, didn’t numb myself, didn’t immediately seek a solution. I simply felt. Hour after hour. I let the pain roll through my levels—through my body, through my emotions, through my mind. And I stopped judging it. I stopped making it wrong. Instead, I began to see it for what it is: a part of my creation.
That was a turning point. The moment I acknowledged that I myself had created this darkness—consciously or unconsciously—something changed within me. Not out of guilt, but out of awe. I realized how powerful I am. How powerful we all are. Because if I am capable of generating so much pain within myself, I am also capable of fully accepting it. And thus transforming it.
This awe of my own creation was profound. It didn’t overwhelm me. It grounded me. Because it showed me: I am not the victim of my story. I am the space in which everything can reveal itself. I am the one who can decide whether to fight or receive. I chose to receive.
And in this acceptance, this receiving, the energy released. All by itself. Without coercion. Without technique. She untied the bonds I had bound her to. She released her pain. And suddenly, the free energy was there. Like stardust.
There is now clarity. Lightness. And a deep peace I hadn’t expected. Not an ecstatic state. Not a spiritual rush. But simply: Me. Present. Awake. Here.
I don’t suddenly have all the answers. I’m not “healed.” And I’m not quite finished with this process yet, as the vast amounts of free light energy are now being integrated on a physical level, and that simply always happens with a slight delay.
But I’ve taken another step. That was the next bottleneck, the birth canal I’ve now passed through.
Because that’s exactly what ascension feels like to me. Not as a liftoff, but as a rebirth through a narrow channel of limitation.
These days have shown me: Light doesn’t arise through repression. Light arises through presence. Through being honest with what is. Even—and especially—when it’s dark. Darkness is not a flaw in the system. It is part of the whole. Part of my creation. It is the shadow cast by the light when it begins to shine.
And yes, it was challenging. It was exhausting. It stirred everything up. But it was real. And that’s what matters. I’m no longer afraid of the darkness. I’m no longer afraid of my depths. I recognize them as part of my growth. They are not the end—they are the eye of the needle.
Because every time I move through them, I come a little closer to myself. Another part of my soul has returned.
I know that more trials will come. Because that’s just how it goes.
We all carry darkness within us. We all carry light within us. The path is not to pit one against the other, but to integrate both. In peace. In dignity. In respect for the depth of our own being.
If you would like support on your path through clearings or frequency mentoring, you know where to find us
Love always
Chris
