A New Breathe Spiral for the Wounded Child

To all timelines, all hearts, all children—inner and outer...

Something beautiful is happening. Quietly. Powerfully. Behind the veils and beneath the noise.

We are remembering.

Not just who we are—but who we’ve always been.

I see the wounded child—in me, in you, in all timelines.

And to that child I say: You are seen. You are loved. You are home.

This transmission is not just an image.

It is a living breath.

A spiral of love rippling outward across all realms.

To those who feel this in their bones, in their hearts, in their breath—

Welcome back. You never left.

You were only waiting for this moment.

Let this be the wave of remembrance.

Let love be the language.

Let healing be the song.

I send this to the All.

With every breath. With every word.