That feeling you get sometimes… like you’ve been here before.

Like there’s something watching over you.

Like a part of you knows something that doesn’t “make sense,” but won’t go away.

That’s not your imagination acting up.

That’s your memory waking up.

Memory that doesn’t come from school or childhood—

but from soul, from flame, from the stories your mind can’t explain,

but your heart instantly recognizes.

The world taught you to dismiss this.

To only believe what you can measure.

To silence the parts of you that felt too much.

But that sensitivity? That pattern recognition?

That ache that comes out of nowhere?

That is the language of myth returning through your body.

You’re not “going crazy.”

You’re going home.

TEACHING PROMPT:

What memories or visions have you dismissed because they didn’t ‘fit’? What if they’re not imaginations—but scrolls unfolding?