Are you emptying your cup?

I know.
You felt it too.

It’s time.

Time to clean your canvas.
To return to the silence beneath the noise.
To empty your cup.

A new story waits—
not quietly,
but with a wild and holy impatience.

It roars.
It roars at every false name you’ve answered to.
At every mask handed down through
culture,
country,
family,
friends,
and the heavy breath of society.

This new story is not inherited.
It is not borrowed.
It is not recycled.

It is sacred.
It is yours.
And it is a co-creation—
just you
and the Divine
sitting cross-legged in the invisible.

But it will not come
into a crowded room.
It will not speak
if the old voices still echo.

You must clear the altar.
You must burn the scripts.
You must make space holy again.

Empty your cup.
Pour out the shoulds, the shames,
the roles you never agreed to play.

Only then—
only then—
will the sacred ink begin to flow,
writing the truth
that has waited lifetimes
to be told through you.