In the Beginning … was the Memory
Dear Seeker,
Welcome to this sacred space—a sanctuary for your soul and a remembering of who you truly are.
You didn’t stumble here by accident.
You were guided. Pulled. Summoned.
By a frequency you may not have had words for—
But felt.
That subtle current calling you home to yourself.
I write to you now not as a teacher or preacher,
But as one who has walked through the fire
And lived to tell the tale bathed in gold.
You see, I know what it’s like to forget.
To shrink. To believe the lies of smallness.
To live muted, edited, obedient to the expectations of the world
while the soul within me roared for more.
And I know what it’s like to remember.
To rise.
To reclaim my power not from others,
but from the depths of my own being.
So let this space be a mirror.
A portal.
A sacred rebellion against the slumber of forgetting.
A love note from the Divine within you
to the divine within me.
Hear me out. Question concepts. Take this in.
Let me shoot these arrows—these keys—of truth you already know within.
You are God.
Doesn’t life have a reallllly funny way of turning us from the way
by making you believe you are less than worthy?
That you are undeserving of total love and acceptance—
opposite of abundance, passion, and joy?
Has it ever seemed… off… that our imaginations are called immature,
our unearthly ideas deemed laughable?
Why is it okay for societal culture and the local leaders we love
to demolish dreams and silence our speak?
Who in your life—or what—until today,
has seemed like “normal” but kept you caged?
What energies, stories, or voices—within or without—
have fed you the myth of your smallness?
Where is there any incongruence in your body,
your temple of power,
with the ownership of your sovereign self?
When, why, and what causes you to not worship
every cell, every facet of your eclectic, divine nectar?
Stop settling for impure, tainted versions of truth.
You hold the master key. You are the front doorstep. You are the door.
I write these words not just from my mind,
but from the depths of my being.
I send them to you as arrows of love and light—
designed to pierce through the noise,
the doubt,
the illusion
that you are anything but the greatest, most magnificent,
and capable creator and conquistador of your world.
I send these arrows to awaken your remembrance.
I hope my arrows, my words, hold the space for you to reclaim yours.
I hope my words crush the confines
of any societal, familial, or professional structure
that ever made you believe you were anything less
than infinite possibility in motion.
I hope these words breathe new life into you
as you inhale the energy behind them—
loving, luminous, true.
May they dismantle the walls that have kept you small.
May they ignite the codes within you that are ancient, alive, and longing to be activated.
I hope my words awaken the greatness within you that never expires
with a flame of resilience that never retires.
You are the guardian, shielded by and the shield of the Way.
Spiritual warrior untold.
I hope my words reconnect you with your soul, your spirit, Source.
That they outlast any lesser thought, any outer distraction,
any old belief that whispers the lie
that you are not God in motion.
I hope these words strike so sharp, so sweet,
that you rise into your knowing
and reclaim your birthright:
To create.
To lead.
To love.
To live in full alignment with your divine blueprint.
I hope my words sing symphonies within you—
songs of beauty, patience, power, and pleasure.
May they remind you that joy is not a reward;
it is a frequency already alive inside you.
I hope my words mark the making
of the most magnificent manifestations you never thought possible,
grounding every empowered essence of you
into this life you are now enjoying—
redefining the game.
You are the game maker.
No pressure. No petty plotline.
You are the only story.
You are the author. The architect. The art.
I hope my words rekindle your remembrance
that you are sovereign over all things seen and unseen,
that you rule as you reclaim.
Reclaim your life force, your crown,
your position of power on your glorious throne—
and bask in the beauty of who you truly are.
As you allow all the senses of your soul
to settle into this sacred temple of love and power,
may your sovereign body be renewed—
infused with the wisdom long held within.
I hope my words unveil any obstacles to your agency
as what they truly are:
illusions.
Shadows made small by your Light.
For you, dear Seeker,
are meant to triumph.
I hope my words are hope.
Hope that you are not broken.
You are becoming.
Hope that this sacred space—this blog—
is a home for your great unfolding.
All made easier by the light I offer forth.
And with the sharing of pieces of my own journey—
tales of transformation, whispers of ancient wisdom,
the Hermetic path through an eternal lineage—
I hope to light the way with practical energetic tools
for aligning to your highest self,
anchored deep in the center
of the center
of the center
of you.
So now, beloved,
take a deep breath.
Feel your heart.
And know the journey you are on
is as holy and pure as your soul’s own song—
and this is just the beginning.
With Light, fire, and all my Love,
Savannah Frank
