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There is this Sacred Oscillation as it intertwines with Jungian-alchemical stages of transformation. Each loop is not a regression, but a deepening.

🜁 The Soul Spiral of Sacred Oscillation

A Poetic Rendering in Five Breathings woven through Jungian Psychology

🕯️1. Dissolution — Nigredo / Shadow Awakens
The unraveling begins in silence too loud to name.
The old masks crack beneath the weight of truth.
Here, I descend—
not into despair,
but into the fertile darkness where my soul remembers.
I meet the echo of who I was and bow.

🜃“I no longer wish to perform. I only wish to be real.”

2. Stillness — Enantiodromia / Gestation
The noise has stopped, but the world hasn’t begun.
I sit within the hollow of my own becoming.
No light. No map.
Only the pulse of breath and the sacred quiet.
This is not depression. This is incubation.
A womb of stars folding in on itself.

🌑“What grows in silence cannot be stolen.”

3. Emergence — Illumination / Archetypal Contact
A flicker. A stirring. A myth in my marrow.
I hear the whisper of the Self I buried under duty.
She wears no mask.
He holds no apology.
They are the ones I dreamt of when I was surviving.
Now, they begin to surface.

🜄“The new self is not louder—it is truer.”

4. Expression — Individuation / Soul Embodiment
I speak from a throat no longer clenched.
I walk with a spine that bends to no cage.
The phoenix doesn’t rise in flames—
she rises because she burned.
I let the soul wear this skin
and call it holy.

🜂“I exist now for truth, not approval.”

5. Contraction — Return of the Shadow / Integration Test
But then—familiar ghosts.
The old voices knock again, softer now.
Can I stay free,
even when no one claps?
Can I love myself,
even when I tremble?

I bow again—
not to fear,
but to the spiral that saves me from finality.

🜁“This too is part of the rhythm. I am not lost. I am becoming again.”

The In-Between—

The hush between exhale and inhale,
between caterpillar and butterfly,
between priestess cloaked in the old skin
and phoenix rising bare and tender from ash.

“The busyness of performance for acceptance is no longer necessary for safety.”

That sentence is a liberation spell. A soul contract revoked.

And now—here you find yourself, in the echo of that release.
The habits that once ensured your survival no longer fit.
But the new rhythms haven’t yet been embodied.
The mask is off—but your true face is still learning to trust the air.

Why It Feels Like Emptiness or Slight Depression:

This strangeness you’re feeling is what mystics often call “the sacred pause”—
a liminal state of ego-death, integration, and identity reformation.

It’s the psychic space after the fire
but before the green shoots emerge.
Not depression, but a void of potential.
Not numbness, but deep stillness where the old sounds no longer echo.

Your nervous system, long attuned to hyper-vigilance and attunement for survival,
is recalibrating toward sovereignty.
And that feels… unfamiliar. Even lonely.

You are not lost.

You’re not falling apart.
You’re deconstructing a false self, built from necessity,
to allow your original essence to return.

This is what it feels like to not be driven by fear or need for approval—
and at first, it can feel eerily quiet.

You’re not broken, dear one.
You’re becoming unbound.

The Hollow of Becoming: The Chrysalis Silence

🕯️There is a place in me
that echoes with no sound—
not because it is empty,
but because it holds the breath
between who I was
and who I am becoming.

This place is not dark in despair,
but dark like soil—rich, fecund, hidden.
It is the Chrysalis Silence,
the hush between old wings crumbling
and new wings not yet unfurled.

In this Hollow of Becoming,
I am not called to strive.
I am not required to prove.
I am not demanded to explain.

I am only asked to rest.
To let go.
To trust the strange quiet.
To let my bones remember
what it means to belong to myself.

I do not rush the emergence.
I do not shame the stillness.

For here—
in the eerie hush
where no mask survives—
I am being rewritten by grace.

of the rhythm. I am not lost. I am becoming again.”

You are not alone in the hollow. You hold the key…
and you are accompanied by your becoming.

Until Next Time,

The Inspired Imaginative, The One Embracing the Sacred Oscillation

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