This is your home coming. The moment of truth where you choose to transcend the unconscious stories, fabrications and shackles that bind you to an ordinary life, a muggle life.
The wind is blowing at your back. The untruths that were once woven into the story of your life scatter like fallen leaves.
You see before you beauty. Illuminescent, potent, raw. It takes your breath away.
Visions of the mystical, magical, long forgotten parts of you swirl before you, the veil parts and you behold your light.
The illusory exterior fades to nothingness as intrigue tugs at your awareness.
You take a step forward. Your heart singing yes into the aether. Your Spirit is set free by your true seeing. The veil parts. You are home.