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“There is a language that exists before language. It is the language of pure intention. Of feeling shaped into meaning. Of meaning released like a breath, without knowing exactly where it will land, trusting only that it will find its way to the one it was meant for.”
― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
“My world became very small.
And the shadows became very large.
They rose around me like a canyon, like a throat, like the space between two hands coming together – and for one moment, one genuine, unmistakable moment, I felt the full weight of their nature pressing against the part of me that knew itself as this.”
― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
And the shadows became very large.
They rose around me like a canyon, like a throat, like the space between two hands coming together – and for one moment, one genuine, unmistakable moment, I felt the full weight of their nature pressing against the part of me that knew itself as this.”
― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
“I had lived before. I knew this the way I knew to float: without thinking, without needing anyone to explain it to me. The knowledge was simply there, woven into whatever I was before I became this.”
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“I had lived before. I knew this the way I knew to float: without thinking, without needing anyone to explain it to me. The knowledge was simply there, woven into whatever I was before I became this.”
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“My first memory did not begin with anything of this world.
It began with a special kind of water.
Warm, boundless, soft, silent in the way only sacred things can be silent. It held me without asking for anything in return. There was no time there, no hunger, no distance, no question. Only the deep and living certainty that I was held, and that being held was enough.”
― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
It began with a special kind of water.
Warm, boundless, soft, silent in the way only sacred things can be silent. It held me without asking for anything in return. There was no time there, no hunger, no distance, no question. Only the deep and living certainty that I was held, and that being held was enough.”
― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
“My next memory is of joy – a joy so complete it has no edges, no beginning, no place where it ends and something else begins. The moment a part of my consciousness slipped into the cup of my mother, into the deep ocean of her love. The moment I was sheltered by a womb.”
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“There is a language that exists before language. It is the language of pure intention. Of feeling shaped into meaning. Of meaning released like a breath, without knowing exactly where it will land, trusting only that it will find its way to the one it was meant for.”
― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
“My world became very small.
And the shadows became very large.
They rose around me like a canyon, like a throat, like the space between two hands coming together – and for one moment, one genuine, unmistakable moment, I felt the full weight of their nature pressing against the part of me that knew itself as this.”
― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
And the shadows became very large.
They rose around me like a canyon, like a throat, like the space between two hands coming together – and for one moment, one genuine, unmistakable moment, I felt the full weight of their nature pressing against the part of me that knew itself as this.”
― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
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