There is a voice within us that is not ours, yet it speaks often.
It is the voice that questions your worth, that insists you must earn love, that tells you not to hope too much, not to dream too wide, not to rest until you are someone more.
This voice is not your truth.
It is the echo of the ego — that old, familiar whisper that grew from a wound. A wound that said: you are separate. You are alone. You must do something to be enough.
The ego, in this sacred language, is not who you are. It is the false self, formed in fear. It feeds on comparison, thrives on control, and finds safety in certainty, even if that certainty hurts. It turns the divine into a performance. The body into a battleground. The soul into a secret.
And perhaps what makes the ego hardest to see is that it often looks like success. Like doing well. Like fitting in.
But deep inside, your spirit knows better.
The Voice Beneath the Noise
Your spirit does not speak with force. It doesn’t shout above the noise. It hums, gently. It waits.
It rises when you slow down. It reveals itself in stillness. It is the part of you that aches when you're praised for being someone you're not. The part that softens when you finally choose what feels real.
And every time you choose presence over performance, kindness over criticism, curiosity over control — the ego loosens its grip.
What We Settle For
Most of us were not taught to follow spirit. We were taught to follow rules. Norms. Approval. Predictability.
And so we settle.
We settle for paths that drain us, for habits that numb us, for relationships that diminish us. We call it practicality. Or adulthood. Or being realistic. And yet, a quiet ache persists.
We don’t settle because we are weak. We settle because we are conditioned. Because the ego has made us believe that familiarity is safety. Even if that safety keeps us small.
To Dismantle Is Not to Destroy
Let us be gentle here. The ego is not evil. It is not your enemy. It is simply afraid. It wants to protect you the only way it knows how — by limiting you.
To dismantle the ego is not to hate it. It is to outgrow it. It is to choose again, moment by moment, breath by breath.
It is to notice the pattern and ask: Who would I be without this fear?
The Inner Goddess Remembers
There is a part of you untouched by fear. A deeper intelligence that lives in your womb, your breath, your hands. She is not separate from Spirit — she is its expression.
She is the Inner Goddess. The Wise One. The quiet knowing who remembers that you were never meant to strive your way to worth. You came radiant. You came whole.
To follow her is to slow down. To choose love over habit. To soften, especially where you once braced.
Beauty as a Mirror of Truth
This is where sacred beauty returns. Not as a performance, but as a reflection.
When we care for the body with reverence, not punishment, we begin to remember. When we choose rituals that nourish instead of fix, we heal not just our skin, but the stories we were told about being worthy.
The ego says: You are not enough until... The soul says: You are enough now.
The Loving Reminder And An Invitation
Let your days become small ceremonies of remembrance.
A loving gaze in the mirror.
A moment of stillness before you speak.
A gentle no when your body says no.
A breath, deep and deliberate, before you return to autopilot.
This is how we return.
Not with force, but with devotion. Not by defeating the ego, but by no longer following it. Not through perfection, but presence.
You are not here to prove. You are here to remember.
And what you remember will free you.
