Seventeen years ago (2008), something happened that I didn’t fully understand at the time.
I was in my living room—my youngest son was probably around three years old—and I slipped into that quiet, deep space… the kind where time seems to pause. All of a sudden, I had a vision, I saw a veil. And then I watched as it ripped in two, from top to bottom.
At the time, I filtered it through what I knew—I thought of the scripture that says the veil was torn. But today… today I realize it was something more.
It was me.
My consciousness was piercing the veil, even then. Even without words. Even without knowing what to call it. I was already remembering.
I’ve had so many moments like that—experiences I couldn’t fully explain, so I just labeled them and moved on. But lately, as I’ve been writing my story and letting the layers unfold, these memories are rising again… and this time, I’m not rushing past them. I’m leaning in, pausing and listening.
Just the other day, I came across the phrase “the veil of forgetting” while exploring the Law of One. And something in me lit up. That phrase reached into a part of my soul I didn’t even know was still holding onto that memory. In a split second, I was back in that living room. I could see the space. Feel the stillness. And I remembered.
I remembered the 29-year-old version of me who saw the veil tear—long before she had language to explain what it meant.
And now, all these years later, I realize that my awakening didn’t start in 2015 when I heard, “Follow Me.” It didn’t even start in June of that year when I heard, “I will reveal truth little by little because if I gave it to you all at once, it would kill you.”
No—my awakening has been happening all along. From the moment I entered this world. From the moments I knew things no child could’ve known. From the whispers I heard and the visions I saw without understanding.
I’ve always been awakening.
Not in a straight line. Not all at once. But in layers. In love. In divine timing. And now I’m choosing to document it—not as a polished blog, but as a journal of sacred remembrance. A living archive of what Love is unfolding in me.
No more trying to perfect it. No more rushing to understand it through the lens of what I’ve known. No more filtering sacred experiences through logic or trying to make sense of them too quickly.
Instead, I’m choosing to sit with what arises. To allow Love to unfold the deeper meaning in divine timing. To let each moment speak for itself—without assumptions, without rushing, without boxes.
Just listening…
Just honoring…
Because the truth is:
I’ve been remembering all along.
