The calm after the storm

#The #Calm #After #the #Awakening: #A #Rebel #Alchemist’s #Reflection

There comes a moment in the soul’s journey when the smoke clears. When the fire that once devoured everything—family, ego, identity—burns down to its last ember, and what’s left is not ash, but alchemy. The transmutation. The rising.

They don’t warn you about this part of the path. They tell you about the fire, the chaos, the purge. They tell you how the ancestors scream in your dreams, dragging your spirit back into the shadows you hid beneath. They speak of the karma-clearing storms, the ego deaths, the tower moments that crack your life open like a lightning bolt to the spine. But what they don’t tell you is how strange peace feels when it finally finds you.

That’s where I am now.

The calm after the terror.

The hush after the wake-up call.

The space where the soul breathes deeper than the flesh ever could.

And I ask myself, Did I choose this path? Or did my ancestors drag me here kicking and screaming so I could stand where they couldn’t?

Who knows. Maybe it’s both.

Because just yesterday, I was petty, rebellious, fully prepared to go toe-to-toe with shadow and chaos. But today? I feel like I’m glowing from the inside out. Like a villain who finally took off the mask and found the hero beneath it. Like an alchemist who realized the real magic wasn’t in the gold or the spell—it was in the transformation of self.

This calm, this quiet confidence, it’s not weakness. It’s not resignation. It’s not apathy. It’s power. The kind of power that comes from knowing you’ve walked through hell barefoot and came back with wings.

I should be confused. I should be shaking. But I’m not.

Instead, I feel detached. Divine. Rooted. Whole. Like I’m not living in flesh anymore but in spirit—more soul than bone. I don't feel human. I feel like I’m becoming. I feel arrived.

So is this the ancestors? Is this the alchemical rest after the storm? Is this what happens when the last wound is stitched by fire and forgiveness?

Maybe someone else has walked this path and can tell me. Maybe someone else has shattered and rebuilt and found the peace so strong it feels like a memory from before birth. If you have—send me a message. I want to know what this is.

But for now, I’ll say this:

This calm is earned.

This peace is forged.

This surrender is sacred.

And if you ever find it—don’t run from it.

Let it wash over you like the final blessing of a lifetime of becoming.

Because this is the point where you stop fighting.

This is where the villain becomes the healer.

This is where the rebel becomes the oracle.

And this is where the alchemist finally tastes gold in her own spirit.

#Raquel #Mckenzie