Dear fellow Souls,

I’m writing this from a Soul perspective, based on things that have revealed themselves to me. I don’t believe in hierarchies or appeals to authority—so I’ll simply let the words speak for themselves. The source is irrelevant, as long as the message is true.

I do believe this message is meant to find those who are ready for it. If it speaks to you, feel free to share it according to your own intuition.

We know that Souls come into this Earth according to specific contracts—Pacts, if you will. There are tasks to fulfill, lessons to experience, and healing to unfold. With each incarnation, some Soul truths are remembered, and others are temporarily forgotten.

For many millennia, one particular Pact has been widely accepted by incarnating Souls. But that Pact is now under review—perhaps even dissolution.

The Old Pact is this:

We would carry the wound in silence.

We would hold the pain alone, so others might not have to feel it.

We would bury the truth so deeply that even we would forget it.

We would disconnect from our Source, from each other, and from ourselves—so that in time, we might rediscover the path home.

We said we would only die of lonely secrets, and we kept our word.

It was not a punishment.
It was not a fall from grace.
It was a sacred agreement—a vow made in love, to serve something beyond comprehension.
A descent for the sake of return.
A forgetting for the sake of remembering fully.

And for many lifetimes, this worked ‘fine’.
The silence protected us through difficult times. The disconnection gave rise to a longing for connection.
Longing gave birth to stories, art, music, prayer, and the technologies of reconnection.
The Pact shaped civilizations. It carved wisdom from sorrow.

But now—
The time of silence seems to be ending.

The first serious breaks in the Pact began with the Boomers—the hippies, the wild children who sensed something was deeply wrong with modern civilization. They began to remember, in fragments. There were calls to return to nature, experiments in alternative living, and new ways of relating to the Divine. These weren’t accidents. These were echoes of something older.

We can call this the first wave of the flood.

They thought they were building something that would last—that they would usher in a new Age of Aquarius. And in truth, they did. But Soul time moves slower than human time. Their seeds needed to fall into the ground and wait out the winter.

Only now, after the bitter disillusionment of Gen X and the unbridled anger of the Millennials, are we beginning to see what comes next.

This is the threshold moment.

If we can integrate the wisdom of all generations, and speak the truths each carried but could not name, we may finally be ready to pass the next wave onto those who will complete it.

The truth—
The New Promise—is this:

We will no longer carry the wound alone.

We will speak what once had to be hidden.

We will remember together, so no one has to suffer in silence again.

We will not use truth as a weapon, but as a torch.

We will not seek purity, but wholeness.

We will make room for every voice, even the ones that falter. 

We will honor the pain of our ancestors, not by repeating it—but by healing it.

We will pass on connection instead of disconnection.

We will build new systems that dream in the light.

The New Promise does not erase the Old Pact.
It fulfills it.

Because the silence taught us to listen.
The pain taught us to feel.
The distance taught us to long for one another.
And the forgetting made the remembering sacred.

Now we know:

The truth does not destroy us.
It heals us.

So what now?

If this speaks to something inside you—
some ache you’ve carried,
some truth you’ve hidden,
some longing you’ve never been able to name—
then know this:

You are not the only one.

You are part of a vast remembering.
A quiet uprising of souls.
A generational integration that has taken centuries to reach this point.

You don’t need to be perfect.
You don’t need to have it all figured out.
You only need to begin with honesty.

Speak a truth that you once silenced. To yourself and to others.
Forgive a version of yourself that had to survive.
Listen to someone across the generational divide.
Ask your elders what they never got to say to you.
Tell your children what you wish you’d heard when you were a child.
Let your body rest when it no longer wants to carry what was never yours.

Most of all:
Pass on connection, not disconnection.
That’s how the promise lives on.

This is soul work.
And you’re already doing it. Otherwise you would not be reading this message.