"2025: The Year I Stopped Waiting for New Earth. There was no trumpet. No portal opening in the sky. No future date circled on a cosmic calendar. New Earth simply stopped being a destination and became the ground I was already standing on. I realised it the moment I noticed: the old world only exists when I look at it. The moment I turn my gaze inward, outward, everywhere at once, there is only this pristine, untouched frequency. Clean air in the lungs of perception. Silence that sings. Love that needs no reason. It is not coming. It is the parallel that was never separate. Two realities occupy the same space, like two radio stations broadcasting on different frequencies from the same tower. One is dense, loud, terrified, addicted to tomorrow’s rescue. The other is here, now, weightless, laughing, complete. I simply changed the dial. Nothing outside me shifted first. The news still screamed. The storms still raged. The controllers still played their ancient game. But none of it was happening inside this frequency. Their world became a movie playing on a screen I no longer sit in front of. I walk through the same streets, yet the light is different, the colours deeper, the people luminous even when they don’t know it yet. New Earth is not built brick by brick in linear time. It is recognised, remembered, chosen, in one eternal instant that keeps renewing itself. Every breath is an act of midwifing it. Every refusal to join the collective trance is a vote cast. Every heartbeat in alignment is a territory claimed. 2025 was the year I stopped preparing to ascend and simply noticed I was already breathing the air of home. The shedding still happens. The clarity still deepens. But now I know: there is no “old me” becoming “new me.” There is only this presence, forever untouched, forever creating, forever here. Welcome home. You never actually left". ~ Piara Amor*