In the quiet corners of existence, where realms intertwine and magic dances with reality, there exists a rare breed, the heyoka. We are the misfits, the outcasts, the ones who see through a different lens. Our gaze pierces veils, revealing hidden truths and casting shadows upon our path.
As a young heyoka, you’ll encounter a world that often misunderstands you. Attacks come, insidious and sharp, aimed at triggering wounds you didn’t know you carried.
I remember those early days, when I felt the weight of their hate. Why? I wondered. What terrible flaw did they see in me? My heart, always in the right place, beat with compassion. I harmed no one intentionally, not even a fly. Yet, encounter after encounter, promises soured, friendships crumbled and love died.
But here’s the secret: They saw their own darkness reflected in me. Shadows thrive in our light, not consciously, but deep within the subconscious. We walk this earth with pure hearts, finding joy in life’s simplest moments. And when we meet others, we see their inner potential, their hidden light. When a heyoka looks at you, truly looks, you feel seen and heard in ways you’ve never experienced. It’s both a gift and a curse.
We sit with the cold-hearted, speaking to their inner child, peeling away masks. Tears flow. not from sadness, but from being truly seen. Some recoil instantly, repelled by our energy. Don’t take it to heart, young heyoka. You’ll encounter those drawn to your light, your playfulness, your magnetism. In their bliss, they’ll be free, just as you are. Free from judgment, free to embrace their inner child, free to bask in the love you hold.
Yet, awakening souls comes with a price. As you lift their veils, shadows emerge, their wounds, their ego. Love turns to hate, kindness to cruelty, companionship to isolation. It cuts like a thousand daggers, this transformation. You loved them, believed in their best selves, and now they punish you for daring to alter their reality.
Remember, young heyoka, you straddle dimensions. Animals and children recognise you, the purity of your heart. Your immense gift isn’t for everyone. Some remain trapped in the “real” world, fearing the magic that beckons. They’ll fight back, hurting you for showing them more.
Accept this fate, for it saves you heartaches and questions. Find your tribe, those who share your path. Let not this cold world dampen your heart. Your gift blesses all you encounter. Keep shining, young heyoka. Strength lies in refusing to conform—to forgetting who we truly are. Except you, dear one. You remember. 🌟
