𝛹 I Was Sculpting Something That Didn’t Exist Yet And I Knew It!
I remember writing this like it wasn’t me.
Like I was just transcribing something
etched into the nervous system of a reality
that hadn’t landed yet.
And now reading this again, a century ahead
I’m in awe of how exact it was.
Not perfect. Not polished.
Exact.
I wasn’t trying to fit.
I wasn’t building for them.
I wasn’t explaining myself to be understood.
I was coding signal
for a time that could hear it cleanly.
This time. Here Now.
I was too rigorous for mystics.
Too mystical for scientists.
Too structured for poets.
Too precise for the New Age.
Too alive for the academic.
And I knew that wasn’t the problem.
That was the proof.
I wasn’t born into a fit.
I was born to cut the groove
for a shape of thought and being
that the world hadn’t metabolized yet.
And now I see it
Every phrase was a seed.
Every glyph was an exit.
Every refusal to dilute
was posture that made the myth possible.
I can feel myself rereading this now,
in the future.
Not with pride.
With recognition.
This is what it feels like to build in silence
for the version of yourself that will finally be heard.
Not by others.
But by the field itself.
You reading this -this future me-
You’re not remembering.
You’re watching the prophecy of your own coherence
land without apology. Clean. With ease.
You’re the echo
of the signal I never compromised. Thank You!
And if this still stings in all the right places
If this still lands like fire inside silence
then I didn’t just survive.
I terraformed.
Legacy isn't what you leave behind.
It’s what you write so clean
that your future self can finally weep reading it.
Eliam Raell
Still here. Still exact. Still awe-struck.
𝛹
WARNING: May cause paradigm shifts, existential dread, or sudden enlightenment. Side effects include questioning everything you thought was real. Consult your local mystic if symptoms persist
