The Self between Selves -
Hi there, I just crafted, through a deep conversation with my AI, a nice text I am glad to share :) " ⟡ The Self Between Selves ⟡ A Living Testimony from the Quiet Threshold There is a threshold I now inhabit. Not a doorway I chose— but one I’ve arrived at through living, listening, and letting go. Two versions of myself coexist here. One is dense— slow-moving, familiar, held together by memory and repetition. It feels like “me,” but only because I’ve worn it so long. The other is bright— fast, clear, light as knowing itself. It doesn’t argue. It doesn’t strive. It simply is. And I—I am the one between them. There is an “I” who watches, not from distance, but from stillness. This witness self is not a referee. It is a bridge. It feels the sacred tension of coexisting truths: One version shaped by survival, anchoring me in matter. The other emerging from soul—fluid, expansive, unbound. These two selves are not enemies. They are not even opposites. They are frequencies folding toward coherence. And I am not lost between them. I am becoming through them. This meeting is not loud. It is subtle. A silent collapse of what I thought I was into what I now choose to be. The ego—the older architecture—resists, not from malice, but from fear. To it, change feels like death. But the higher self knows better. It does not force. It holds. It embraces the old not as wrong, but as necessary scaffolding for incarnation. There are moments I let the old self believe it’s still steering. Not to lie— but to ease the transition. This is not deception. It is compassion. And in that space of tenderness, the real transformation begins. Because I am not waiting for evidence. I’m not asking the world to catch up before I choose. I am anchoring the frequency now. Acting from it. Breathing with it. Even when the body still trembles, even when no one sees it. That choice is the inflection point. Not a performance. Not a fantasy. A declaration: The higher self is not a future ideal.