Kingdom Spouse | The Alchemy of Love: A Journey Home | My meditation

Kingdom Spouse | The Alchemy of Love: A Journey Home | My meditation 

I entered an extreme meditative state one that felt heavy but deeply necessary. Something had been lingering within me for so long, something I had long avoided, too afraid to face.

Then, a hard realization struck: the sensation I had carried in my body for centuries was fear.

It was subtle yet undeniable a dense, stagnant energy that did not belong to me. I knew this was not the moment to retreat. So, I confronted it. I stood my ground and declared, “Enough is enough.”

“What am I so afraid of?”

As soon as I spoke, the energy scattered, almost as if it had a consciousness of its own, as if it had heard me and then ran. 

Coming out of the trance slightly, a deep calm washed over me. Warmth enveloped me. And then, before my eyes, the most beautiful vision unfolded.

I had been rewarded.

The universe had gifted me a glimpse of something beyond fear, beyond struggle. I recognized the space immediately, though not from this life. Whenever I meditate and enter a flow state, I find myself in a sanctuary, a retreat of sorts. But this time, it had transformed. It was no longer just a place of rest. It had ascended.

I saw myself, experienced myself, as my highest version. I stood in a grand, luxurious bathroom, my usual imagined spa-like setting. But this space felt different majestic, ethereal, almost unreal. I was in a château in France, though not just any château, a castle. A timeless masterpiece, ancient yet completely renewed.

This, I realized, was my sanctuary.

I noticed my clothes shifting, soft satin pajamas draping over me. Walking toward the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, I gazed upon the vast landscape of my estate. My backyard, reminiscent of the Palace of Versailles, stretched endlessly before me gardens, pools, even a private beach. It was a vision of elegance, of sovereignty.

And then, I heard his call.

His voice carried through the air, deep and familiar. My masculine. He was waiting at the bottom of the grand staircase, dressed in a sharp suit, radiating presence. His energy reached me before I even saw him. Without hesitation, I moved almost glided toward him, toward the entrance where he stood, waiting.

And then, something incredible happened.

I was no longer human. Neither was he.

We became light. Two luminous orbs white with a hint of blue swirling in an intimate, cosmic dance. We spiraled inward, merging, becoming one.

Then, suddenly, we were in a limousine. He extended his hand, and I placed mine in his. The energy that pulsed through me was electrifying, vibrating at a frequency beyond words. Our auras intertwined, coding and decoding, shifting into something new.

For a brief moment, we were floating in the void weightless, transparent. I could make out the outline of our human bodies, our forms barely distinguishable except for the glowing cords that emerged within us, linking us together. Sparks ignited between us. My physical body, back in the earthly realm, began to cry.

Still in the highest timeline, I saw us now standing at our doorstep, hands intertwined, witnessing our destiny unfold.

And he knew.

He saw me crying and held me with his presence, reassuring me. "Everything is more than okay. I am here now. We have found each other."

I had endured so many lessons, trials, and battles both with my own demons and those of others. For so long, I had carried it alone. I could have continued.

But I didn’t want to.

I surrendered to him, to myself, to the divine masculine that had returned. It was time. Time to come together. Time to birth a love this realm had never known.

He then held me. Our souls, our bodies, our minds became one. And then, gently, he asked me to extend my hand not just in the vision, but physically. Without hesitation, my hands reached forward.

And I felt him.

A piece of his essence transferred into my palms, but it was more than just him. Our entire lineage surrounded us the ancestors, the guardians, the unseen forces of our bloodline. Their presence radiated approval, strength, and an undeniable knowing:

A legacy was being born.

My hands grew heavy, moving slowly toward my chest. As they overlapped my heart, an explosion of energy erupted from my heart chakra powerful, undeniable.

It was done.
It was spoken.
It was written.

Our legacy begins now.