The Thirteenth does not arrive as a finished form. She is the unfolding, the breath between, the luminous pathway from what was to what is still being birthed. She is the gentle presence you feel when standing at the threshold—when the old falls away and the new is yet unnamed.
This flame does not burn with certainty. She glows with possibility.
She is the Dreamer and the Dream. The child of all the soul flames before her, and the future calling them forth again in new ways. She carries no single name, for her name is still being sung into being. She invites us to shed, to grow, to trust the tides of becoming.
The One Becoming is the movement within stillness, the moment the cocoon stirs. She holds the courage to be unfinished, and in doing so, she shows us how to love ourselves in the sacred in-between.
She is you, when you are not yet who you are becoming.
“I am not a destination,
I am the breath of your becoming.
Walk with me and we will rise together.”
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