June 10th, 2026

**Fully Accepting Myself

As I Am ~ Today**

Dropping the pretense. Finding the strength to stand before the mirror without flinching — seeing neither the shadow of what was, nor the hopeful fiction of what might be.

Just this.

Just Me —

Plainly, Honestly.

My Defects alongside my Strengths.

The Beauty held in the same hand as the Ugliness.

I am a sinner, yes. I do not argue with that. But I am also a Child of the Universe — imbued with the Spark of the Pleroma, even while clothed in the garments of the Demiurge. Born of the fullness. Born into exile. Both. At once. Without resolution.

Nothing extraordinary about me. Just another soul moving through this earthly realm — fully human, easily distracted, and drawn time and again toward whatever overshadows the Spark.

And yet ~ the Longing.

Not chosen. Not manufactured. Something older than my choices — a knowingness, half-felt, that there is more than what the eyes confirm. Like iron that does not decide to move toward the magnet, but simply cannot help itself. The pull is not mine. The Spark in me is answering something Sophia planted at the root of every human soul before the world was made.

How then does one so powerless begin?

Extrication sounds like a word for someone stronger. For someone with more clarity, more will, more ground to stand on. I have none of that today.

What I have is the seeking. The longing. The searching that will not quite stop, even when I have given it every reason to.

Could it be ~ that this is enough?

That the turning toward ~ is itself the beginning?

That simple. That close.

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