This morning, as I sit in the quiet, I am reminded of my own remembering and awakening journey.

There was a season in my life when I laid down everything I thought I knew, everything I thought I understood, and surrendered my heart and mind fully to God. I entered a time of deep devotion to the Divine.

At that time, it was Yeshua (Jesus the Christ) who came forward as my guide. He first appeared during a journey with a shaman in Sedona, in one of the most painful and confusing periods of my life. I did not know the way. I cried out for guidance, and He answered. And I was reminded of other times throughout my life when His love and light had quietly met me in my darkness, even when I wasn’t yet ready to recognize it.

I devoted myself in the quiet of my own heart and home. No dogma. No rules. No intermediary. Just a woman, a wife, a mother, suffering mostly at her own hands through a mind that often held her captive in fear, doubt, and striving.

By then I had already healed so much. Yet I still felt profoundly alone. I was surrounded by love, beloved by my husband, my children, my family. And still, in the quiet of my own heart, I was hurting. I knew I could no longer live the same way. Something had to change.

So I laid down everything I could. My children were still young, life was full and demanding, and still I carved out time for what mattered most. I scheduled time with God the way I scheduled meetings and appointments. I told my busy, striving mind that this was the most important work we would ever do together, and I stopped treating it like an enemy and began speaking to it like a friend.

I prayed. I sat in silence. I journeyed into my own psyche. I cried, I raged, I questioned. And eventually, I surrendered. I laid down my need to understand. I laid down my need to control. And I allowed.

This did not happen in a single flash of awakening. It unfolded through devotion, through practice, through showing up day after day. Some moments were profoundly powerful. Some were simply a whisper reminding me that I was never alone. Some were filled with such joy and bliss that I knew I was touching heaven on earth.

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Eight years later, after stepping back into the world and walking alongside others, I hear one thing over and over again:

I want to trust, but it’s hard.

And I agree. It is hard. It is challenging to navigate the ego mind while honoring the deeper wisdom of the heart, to release the beliefs we have built our identities upon, to trust that what is happening, even when it feels painful or confusing, is somehow serving a greater unfolding.

At times it feels easier to rely only on what we can understand. To trust our minds, our plans, our efforts. Yet I am continually reminded that my greatest power has never come from controlling life. It comes from surrendering into it. Through breath. Through awareness. Through devotion. Through the remembrance of the I AM Presence within.

We live in a very noisy world, one always ready to pull us back into fear, distraction, and separation. And yet, when we consciously say yes to the quiet of our own heart, even for a few moments throughout the day, we are gifted with peace, with guidance, with a deep remembering that all is well. Even when appearances suggest otherwise.

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This morning in meditation, I was shown my journey again, and I saw how much of it I traversed alone. At the time, I had one dear friend. She didn’t always understand what I was experiencing, but she loved me deeply and listened with an open heart.

And suddenly I understood why I do what I do. Why The Space exists. Why Inner Space was created.

It is not because I have answers. It is not because I know the way for someone else. It is simply because no one should have to walk this path feeling completely alone. My greatest honor is to sit beside others on their journey. To listen. To hold space. To be a witness to their remembering while they discover their own truth.

The deepest wisdom will always be found within your own being. And still, we were never meant to walk entirely alone. We need places to gather, to share the hard things, to explore the deeper mysteries, to celebrate the beauty and wonder of awakening, to remember together that we are held.

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As I reflect on this journey, I am filled with gratitude. For The Space. For this community. For every soul who has walked beside me. And I am reminded, again, of my own mission:

Shine Light. Share Love.

Thank you for being part of the journey.

Treasure Marie 🌹