The voice between the worlds
It was deep in the night when Livia, a quiet woman with shining eyes, felt for the first time that she was no longer alone. Not externally – but internally. She was sitting in her small hut at the edge of the forest, a candle burning before her, and she had just opened her notebook when it happened:
A space opened within her – not visible, not tangible, but inescapably real. Not a thought, not a feeling – but a pure presence. Like light without direction. And in the midst of it: a voice. It spoke not with words, but with meaning. And yet Livia understood every word.
"We are here, beyond your time. You called us – not with sounds, but with your willingness to receive."
Livia wasn't frightened. For something inside her had always known that there was more. More than body, more than mind. A world of vibration, beyond the veils of matter. And now – she became the bridge.
The messages came like waves, gentle yet penetrating:
"You are bearers of light, not separate, but interwoven."
"Your greatest wound is forgetting – your greatest strength is memory."
"The Earth itself is awakening, and the new consciousness flows through you."
Livia wrote. Or rather, she let others write. Her hand moved almost of its own accord. Words filled the pages, but they didn't come from her. They came through her.
In the following nights, the presence came again and again. Sometimes she felt like a council of ancient beings, sometimes like a single loving spirit, sometimes like a pure sound without form. But always there was love. Not emotionally – but as primordial substance.
And then, one night, Livia asked a question:
"Who are you?"
The answer came not as a name, but as a feeling:
"We are you – beyond your form. We are what you will become when you no longer believe you are separate."
Over time, she began to pass on the messages she received. Not as "truth," but as memories. People came, sat with her, listened—and cried. Not because they were sad, but because they remembered. Something they had never learned, but had always known.
"Channeling," Livia said, "is not a privilege—it's an opening. Every person is a channel. But only the silent ones hear the calling."
Since then, Livia has lived not as a medium, but as a vessel—not in the spotlight, but in the space between. Where worlds touch, she whispers the messages of the dimensions into the hearts of those willing to listen.
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