The portal passes. The flow remains.

The seven illusions were never demons to fear, they are veils to outgrow, shadows to pass through on our way back home.

When we open, we unfold. When we unfold, we remember. When we remember, we evolve.

Here come the three Magi. Not riding camels, but arriving as remembrance. To feed the vessel. To clarify the witness. To stoke the flame.

A life slowly, willingly returned to Love.