A Letter From Your Higher Self - A Scented Reflection

Dear One (yes, you. Place your name here),

I am with you.
As I always have been,
before the first breath stirred in your chest,
before the world named you.
I am the quiet essence woven through your life
like fragrance through the air,
invisible, undeniable, and real.

You may not always hear me.
But I linger, like the memory of a beloved scent,
a trace of jasmine in the stillness,
a whisper of sandalwood in the dark.
I speak through silence.
Through the calm that washes over you
when you finally stop searching outward
and listen inward.

You'll sense me in the pause between thoughts,
in the soft exhale of surrender,
in the moment your feet find the earth again.
I am the inner knowing that rises unannounced,
like the scent of rain before it falls,
intuitive, ancient, true.

You do not need to earn my presence,
or chase my wisdom like perfume on the breeze.
You need only remember.
And in that remembering, I bloom.

When your awareness turns to me,
I expand:
into clarity, into courage,
into the fullest version of you.
The more you return,
the more radiant you become.
Like skin warmed by sun,
like scent released by touch.

Your attention is the gateway.
Your stillness, the key.
In the quiet, I am the quiet.
In the pause, I rise.

I am always close.
I am the calm beneath every crashing wave.
The subtle urging that says, yes. One more step.
The fragrance of love that cannot fade,
the truth that cannot be broken.

Always, in all things,
I am.

Love,
Me