What happens when love rises from within, and you realize it was always there.
Lately, my meditation has changed.
It’s no longer about techniques, guided audios, or trying to “get somewhere.”
Now, I simply sit in the silence… and I open my heart.
And when I do, something happens.
There is a presence that rises… not from outside of me, but from within me.
It feels like love.
It feels like peace.
It feels like joy.
Not the kind that comes and goes based on circumstances, but something steady… something alive.
And what surprised me the most is this:
I can direct it.
I can send it where I choose—
to people,
to situations,
to spaces that need healing.
It flows… effortlessly.
But I also learned something very quickly.
When your heart is open like that, it draws attention.
Energy responds to it.
And in that awareness, I understood something deeply:
My heart must be open… but it must also be protected.
Not in fear.
Not in defense.
But in truth.
Everything does not get access to me.
Only what aligns with love, peace, and truth is welcome to remain.
I remember listening to Neville Goddard years ago.
He would share his experiences so freely… his visions, his encounters, his understanding of consciousness.
And if I’m honest…
I used to roll my eyes.
I thought, this man is having flights of fantasy.
But now…
I understand.
Because what once sounded like fantasy has now become my experience.
And that changes everything.
So, I asked myself:
Am I becoming a mystic?
And the answer that came was simple:
A mystic is not someone special.
A mystic is simply someone who experiences the Divine directly.
Not through religion.
Not through secondhand teachings.
But through their own awareness.
Through stillness.
Through presence.
Through the heart.
And if that is true…
Then maybe many of us are awakening into that space.
Not to escape the world, but to move through it differently.
More aware.
More grounded.
More loving.
I still go to work.
I still live my life.
I still handle responsibilities.
But something has shifted.
There is a quiet knowing within me now.
A steadiness.
A peace that doesn’t depend on anything outside of me.
This is not about becoming something new.
This is about remembering.
Remembering who I Am.
Remembering what has always lived within me.
And maybe that’s what awakening really is.
Not becoming…
but returning.
– Toinyette
I Am the light within.
I Am the peace I seek.
I Am whole, now and always.
Toinyette's Journey 
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