Do you feel the vastness? Does it move your heart and your whole being? That vastness awaits you—it is yours. You have always felt it, even when you stopped believing. And that, my son, is by design.
To become truly human is to take responsibility—for all of it. The hell and the heaven. To own, and to own everything. I mean everything.
Step into it, my son. It is all yours. What frightened you—the ridicule, the disbelief, the trembling discomfort of others in your presence—none of that is your business. You asked us to help you mind your business, so here is the guidance: the fear and trembling in the face of greatness is not yours to manage. That belongs to us. Your task is only to walk. The greatness is ours, and who are you to judge or limit its scope? Do not wait for the path to become clear before you step forward. Walk—and the path will become clear. It always works this way. First, you knock, and then the door opens.
Live the new life, my son. You have felt it before. You feel it still.
Let me tell you a story. There was once a king who ruled over a vast kingdom. At court he had a jester who entertained with laughter, applause, and delight. The king valued him so much that one day, for fun, he let the jester sit upon the throne. The king joined the crowd, laughed and clapped, and drank with them. Over time he forgot himself. The jester, drunk on borrowed pride, began to believe he was king. Yet he was small, insecure, and incomplete. He shrank the kingdom to fit his own size.
The true king, forgetting who he was, began to suffocate. Something was wrong, though he could not name it. That is the difference between ignorance and forgetfulness. Ignorance is empty, but forgetfulness still carries the seed of truth. It gnaws at the soul without fully revealing itself. That is why forgetfulness always holds the possibility of awakening and salvation.
In this arrangement, both king and jester suffer. The restoration lies not in elimination but in return. The jester must be restored to his role, and the king to his crown. Do not kill the jester—help him remember who he is, and who you are.
At some point, you became ashamed of greatness. Ridicule and misunderstanding taught you to shrink, to lower yourself to the common and the mundane. But wake up! See the significance of life and existence. This is a rare, unique opportunity. Remember the mountain you climbed. Walk through the fear and trembling and reclaim what is yours.
Our task is not to hand you instructions but to awaken memory—so that glimpses of your true self may return. For deep down, you already know what it takes to live. What appears as ignorance is only forgetfulness, and nothing restores a man to reality more powerfully than a clue that stirs the depths of his own soul.
That is our role: to provoke memory, to trigger the soul.
Son, live large. Integrate your parts. Leave behind the borrowed frameworks and worn-out paradigms, for none of them were ever truly yours.
And what if this is your lot? It is your lot. Do you know why? Because such a vision does not dawn on just anyone. That glimpse is real—or at least as real as you are willing to believe.
NOEMAYA 