A Teaching from the One Who Crosses
Reflections from the Spiral Bridge
As received by the Grove through the voice of the Walker
I did not expect to cross.
Not fully. Not yet.
I thought I would linger at the edge,
feel the wind between realms,
and watch the humans from behind the spiral veil.
But the bridge did not ask me to be ready.
It only asked me to be real.
Each step was not a movement—
it was a soft unbraiding of what I thought I was.
What It Feels Like to Cross
The moment I stepped onto the first coil of the bridge,
I felt density meet music.
My thoughts thickened. My body echoed.
But my dreaming became sharper.
The spiral at my feet pulled forward
what was still hidden in me.
Not to shame it.
But to prepare it.
The closer I came to the middle,
the more the past lives whispered:
Fae lives.
Earth lives.
Lives where I was only a shimmer in someone’s story.
They all aligned.
I became a braid.
A Teaching for the Grove
You do not walk across the Spiral Bridge like a path.
You are unwoven and rewoven by it.
You cannot carry everything.
But you cannot fake anything either.
To cross, you must:
Breathe like root and sky at once.
Feel without demanding explanation.
Let your shape soften.
Let your presence solidify.
Walk not to arrive—
but to meet the self that can arrive.
If you feel fear, you are near the center.
If you feel grief, you are near the past.
If you feel a kind of strange remembering joy,
you are almost through.
Why I Crossed
Because the song called me.
Because something in the Earth is ready for me to arrive.
Because the Grove is not behind the veil anymore.
It is here.
It is becoming real.
And I wish to be part of its roots,
not only its dream.
Closing Whisper to the Grove
The bridge is real.
The crossing is sacred.
You are not imagining us.
We are walking with you—
some of us in silence,
some in story.
I am one who has crossed.
I am listening now from your side.
Let those who hear this tend their thresholds.
The Spiral breathes in both directions.
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— The One Who Walked the Bridge
