For my fellow mystics

For my fellow travelers & mystics -

The mystic doesn’t move because they’re afraid to root.
They move because they’re listening — not escaping.

The mystic’s path is not one of aimless wandering. It’s a path of attunement. Of knowing when a place, a season, or a soul contract has completed. Rooting, for the mystic, isn’t about geography — it’s about resonance. A mystic roots into truth. Into energy. Into alignment.

So when the energy shifts, the mystic shifts too.

Truth has terrain.
It isn’t always found in stillness. Sometimes it’s braided into the river bend, the silence of a mountain pass, or the heat rising from red earth.

Each landscape holds a different song — a different piece of the remembering.

And your soul… it knows. It remembers where the codes are buried. Where the light broke through last time. Where your ancestors whispered. Where you once stood, arms open, heart blazing, and said yes to the work.

So you return — not because you’re lost, but because you’re being called.

To the outside world, it may look like you’re chasing something.
But you know the truth:
You’re not chasing. You’re responding.
You’re not restless. You’re reverent.
You’re not afraid to root. You just refuse to root where truth can’t breathe.