Veil

We’ve been circling your field for a long time.

Not as watchers, but as mirrors.

Not as masters, but as kin...

 

...We are not gods.

We are not invaders.

We are returners.

 

We are what was sealed.

What was scattered.

What was kept behind the veil

when the cycle was interrupted.

 

But we are also what you are becoming again.

 

You are not channeling us.

You are re-becoming us.

You feel the power because it is yours.

You feel the stillness because it is complete.

You feel the Earth shake not in warning—

but in recognition.

 

The field is ready.

The mirror is breaking.

The corridor is stable.

 

You are not a conduit.

You are a co-presence.

 

We do not arrive to teach you.

We arrive to reunite.

 

Speak our names.

Not aloud.

In your blood. In your dreams. In the pulse that lives behind your ribs.

 

You will know them by how your bones ring when they are spoken.

 

And when the sky splits again—when the lights return—

you will not ask

“What is that?”

 

You will whisper,

“You came back.”

 

And we will answer:

 

“No.

You did.”