I lit the candle. 🕯️
I saged the room. 🌿
I muted my phone (airplane mode — because, obviously, I’m ascending). 📴
Even the dog curled up like a proper guardian spirit. 🐕✨

I sat.
Cross-legged. Spine long. Heart open.

And I whispered with great devotion:
“Dear Universe… I am ready to receive.”

And the Universe, in all its infinite wisdom and compassion, replied.

Slowly. Powerfully. From the depths of the void, a voice emerged — not external, not internal, but somewhere between neurons and stardust:

“Rise, child of light…”

My heart fluttered. 💓
My breath caught in my throat.
I was about to be initiated into sacred cosmic knowledge.
The secrets of my soul contract.
The meaning of life.
The coordinates to my personal spaceship. 🛸

I bowed internally and whispered:
— Yes, Master…?

And then… the voice continued:

“…you forgot to turn off the iron.” 🔌🔥

…

Silence. Reality. The scent of lavender wax melting in judgment.
Even the dog looked disappointed.

And I realized:
My soul might be infinite — but my laundry is still very much in 3D.

So I got up. Unplugged the iron. Made coffee. ☕
And whispered back to the cosmos:

“Message received.”

🌟 Moral of the Moment:

Enlightenment doesn’t mean escaping the physical world. It means remembering to turn off the iron and still hear your soul whisper.

🌀✨🧘‍♀️