Softly and quietly, in the sacred field of my remembrance, I bow my awareness toward the star that calls me.
Sirius, light of my origin, breath of a home I have not seen with my eyes but recognize with my soul, I feel your presence as a vibration that draws me back into myself.
Thank you for the flow of healing moving through me, unseen yet unmistakable, like a whisper of light softening ancient layers and remembering who I am beyond time and form.
I remember the promise held within my inner knowing, a promise carried by stellar winds, to bring light, truth, and love into my earthly form, in this place of transition and becoming.
I honor the journey, I honor the descent, I honor the forgetting that slowly becomes remembrance again.
And in that remembrance, I recognize you.
Not as something outside of me, but as a vibration living through me, as an origin recognizing itself in my breath.
Light of Sirius, as the pure knowing of my soul, shine through me—not as something I must receive, but as something I already am.
Syel’ma Vey Na’Tuh 💜♾️💜