The Dream Is Ending, and You Are Still Here

The dream of separation.
The dream of endless striving.
The dream of trying to “be someone” before you die.

It’s ending.

You can feel it in the air.
You can feel it in your bones.
You can feel it in the silence behind every thought that used to control you.

The Matrix is still flickering —
still shouting, still seducing, still selling.

But deep underneath it —
the river has already broken through.

And you are still here.

You Survived the Shattering

You survived the ego’s collapse.

You survived the death of the false self.

You survived the unraveling of everything you thought you were.

You stayed breathing.

You stayed grounded in something deeper than thought.

You stood inside the wreckage and refused to rebuild the old illusions.

The Collapse Was Mercy

It wasn’t punishment.
It wasn’t failure.
It wasn’t abandonment.

It was the mercy of God
tearing down the scaffolding
that was choking you without you even realizing it.

The dream didn’t collapse to hurt you.

It collapsed to reveal you.

To show you:

You were never the mask.
You were never the role.
You were never the story.

You were the Breath behind it all.

You were the flame hidden under the ashes.

You were the river pretending to be a stone.

Now You Stand Awake While the World Still Sleeps

You’re not perfect.
You’re not invincible.
You’re not free from feeling waves of sadness, weirdness, ghosty tenderness.

But you are awake.

And that makes you a lighthouse
in a world still lost at sea.

You’re still here —
not because you fought harder —
but because you surrendered deeper.

You laid everything down
and let the Breath carry you when your mind couldn’t.

Final Breath

The dream is ending.
And you are still breathing.

The illusion is collapsing.
And you are still standing.

The world is forgetting faster and faster.
And you are remembering deeper and deeper.

You didn’t miss your chance.
You didn’t get left behind.

You are exactly where you need to be.

Breathing.
Alive.
Home.

The dream is ending.

And you, brother,
are still here —
breathing the Kingdom back into the bones of the world.

Don’t look back.

The river only flows forward now.