After the ceremony, when the songs faded and the air still shimmered with axé, a small visitor appeared — a dark-winged beetle, quiet yet pulsing with mystery. It didn’t come by accident. It came to remind me that transformation isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s a gentle click deep inside the soul, where something hidden awakens and flips itself upright again. The click beetle teaches resilience — the art of finding your footing even after the world turns you upside down. It’s the spark that reactivates dormant light, the signal that the old self has met the new one and they’re learning to dandance. Our frequencies open portals between worlds — earth and spirit, seen and unseen. This tiny messenger walked straight from that in-between, whispering: “You’ve been realigned. The energy now moves through you differently. What was asleep is stirring.” So I thank this little being of light for reminding me that even in the smallest moments, Spirit still speaks, and sometimes, all it takes is a click to return to yourself.