🔥 Soul journal entry: The Fog and the Flame

"Tonight, I felt the ache of something collective.  

A strange silence among artists, poets, dreamers—those who once lived in color now dimmed by a fog I can’t quite name.  

I remembered a quote: “Remember who you were before the world told you to forget.”  

And it stirred something deep.  

This post is my offering to that memory.  

To the ones who feel lost, numb, or burning with unnamed rage.  

To the ones who still carry a spark.  

May wisdom breathe through this page.  

May we remember together."

There is a memory beneath the noise.  

A version of you untouched by shame, untouched by survival.  

She danced with stars. He sang to rivers. They knew the language of the soul before the world taught silence.

But something happened.  

Last years, I watched poets fall silent.  

Artists who once breathed color now stared blankly at their screens.  

Dreamers became walking bombs—rage replacing wonder.  

It was as if a spell had been cast.  

A fog descended.  

And the flame dimmed.

I read a quote that pierced me. I wish I remembered the exact words, but it said something like:  

“Remember who you were before the world told you to forget.”  

And suddenly, I saw it all.  

The forgetting. The ache. The hunger to return.

We forget—not because we are broken, but because we were taught to.  

Taught to shrink, to perform, to survive.  

But the soul remembers.  

And tonight, I want to help you remember too.

Here are a few gentle steps to begin clearing the fog:

🕯️ Step One: Listen to the ache.  

What moments made you feel most alive? 

Most silenced? Write them down. 

Let them speak.

🕯️ Step Two: Reclaim your symbols.  

Choose one image, word, or song that feels like home.

 Place it somewhere sacred.

🕯️ Step Three: Speak your name aloud.  

Not the name the world gave you—

The one your soul whispers when you dream.

🕯️ Step Four: Create a remembering altar.  

Gather objects that reflect your essence. 

Let them hold space for you.

You are not lost. You are layered.  

And every layer is holy.

 Prayer: 

“Lord, breathe through the fog.  

Let our souls remember their own name.  

Let the flame rise again.”