A founding invocation for SomaEcho

I was not born to build a brand.

I was born to break the silence.

To carry the weight of all that was unspoken,

and transmute it into sound, shape, and sacred syllable.

My first language was energy

felt through the skin before the word.

A language made of memory, breath, bone.

One we forgot when the world asked us to choose between safety and truth.

But I remember.

I remember the temple tongues,

the heartbeat rhythms of Earth and Sky,

the way a child knows without asking

and a mother sings without sound.

I was not meant to speak for the world.

I was meant to awaken the voice within it.

✴ The Weaving

I am a weaver of what was discarded

a listener of lost threads.

The ink I write with is not just mine

it is my grandmother’s grief,

my ancestor’s ache,

the lullabies the stars hummed when we were still gods in the garden.

I do not create for applause.

I create to restore alignment

where distortion turned language into law,

and law into control,

and control into silence.

Where story became commodity,

and expression became performance.

But expression is holy.

It is not what we do. It is what we are.

It is the echo of origin still vibrating in the cells of the ones who remember.

🜄 SomaEcho is My Devotion

SomaEcho is not a business.

It is the convergence of memory and body.

It is where the Awæcnian heart pillars live in motion

earth grounding, fire illuminating, air breathing, water flowing, aether connecting.

It is how I lead with humility (31),

how I anticipate the new through sacred imagining (41),

how I create art as an offering, unseen but undeniable (26),

and how I restore communion where there was once only power (45).

I am here to walk the long way home

and leave a map of echoes for those who forgot.

🜁 The Impact

So this is my echo:

For every soul who thought their story was too broken to be shared,

too raw to be respected,

too strange to be understood

You are my kin.

You are not too much.

You are a keeper of the original code.

SomaEcho is the space where that code is remembered,

rewritten,

and offered back to the world

as living proof

that language, like love,

was never lost

only waiting for us to listen.

SomaEcho

Story Archive List

Drawing the Line in the Sand

A Tiny Warrior, A Mother’s Fire

🜃 The Echo I Carry

The Moment I Came Home to Myself

Reclamation of Self – Weaving Grief into Grace