Place of Creation

Office of the Architect

I dreamed of steel frames, recycled wood, and whispered blueprints. Of workstations being assembled. Put together in an old industrial carwash turned into the architect’s new office. A strange and sacred place; raw, repurposed and alive with intention.

Something created from the experience of the past. Working all through the night. Nobody questioned as this is just how we work.

I was part of it, assisting in putting things into place alongside my partner, feeling the system. It wasn’t just assembly, it was the reconnection of ideas. Then, the white-haired architect of wisdom showed. He returned after a long absence. His arrival was greeted with an energy, a rush of enthusiasm, remembered vows, promises.

Something in me whispered: “You don’t need to perform your reverence.” There is no need to remember old systems of service, devotion. Old systems of power are being replaced. We all are involved in the act of creation and the deciding to create.

“The Structures Are Remembering You”. “You don’t need instructions. You are the instruction.”

This is what I heard. “You walk into a space abandoned by function, and you see design. This is your gift. Others see concrete. You see potential taking a breath again. This is not about rebuilding a business or a career. It is about rebuilding how you move through this life. Not as someone rushing to catch up, but as someone remembering the shape of their own soulwork.

The elder who returned from illness? That was a part of me remembering. The body taking in and absorbing the energy of self. Being in stillness. Feeling safe in the self. Correcting, adjusting my rhythm of absorbing the Universal knowing with grace. Follow, and lay out a track others can follow in accordance with their purpose, their dream as set out long before.

Be aware that you don’t have to build from the old approach of “trying”, now build from the feeling of joy in the act of building. You are not behind. It is a quiet turning point, felt like a shift, a stall, a needed redesign. Trust in the process. Trust the divine creator you are. The creator who remembers. Let the knowing you have come to the surface and be felt and spoken. This is not a task, just a direction of sharing with your higher self.