“Let me be at the edge of eternity” I told myself minutes before I let it all go and fell gracefully into everything I feared. I knew my soul felt trapped inside of my body, as if it wanted to vacate it with the first blow of the wind. And I think it did abandon my sanctuary in moments when I wanted to be another ‘me’. It blurred away in shades of RED.

Neuroscience proves that the brain, instead of remembering the ‘negative’ process that led us to a downfall, tends to remember the exact fraction of a second when we made the choice to rise up. It is the moment when one uses the last drop of life left in the abyss and ascends. It isn’t about a new life, but about a new choice where your values shake up, where regrouping and gathering parts of yourself in dealing with extremities feels like a liberating path towards your senses. (If you want to read more about it, research Dr Joe Dispenza)

Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you; when you start imprinting your intent on the Universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence.

I can recollect each mm of that second. A second that could freeze eternity. The “enough” traversed my being like an echo vibrating from my atomic nucleus. And when a second is an eternity, love transcends all the fields of quanta. So I was resurrected, brought back into light, while my emotions moved through me like an ocean current.

But when light is combined with intellect, the Renaissance of the soul begins.

(c) Alex Iordache