“Vale in the Veil”
(by Ray of Light)
The west wind hums through the heathered hush,
and mist drifts like memory across L’Ancresse.
Beneath it, the stones remember—
not with words, but with weight and patience.
The church spire rises, a compass of grace,
pointing home for souls who forgot
how near heaven always was.
Light gathers where breath meets belief,
a silver silence between cloud and tide,
whispering: see, you were never lost—
only learning how to look.
No need for sermons here;
the sermon is the air itself,
the echo between the rocks,
the warmth behind the wind.
So linger, even after scrolling.
Let your eyes rest a little longer.
What you call fog,
the island calls prayer.
Be Love. Be Light. .👀❤️
(by Ray of Light)
The west wind hums through the heathered hush,
and mist drifts like memory across L’Ancresse.
Beneath it, the stones remember—
not with words, but with weight and patience.
The church spire rises, a compass of grace,
pointing home for souls who forgot
how near heaven always was.
Light gathers where breath meets belief,
a silver silence between cloud and tide,
whispering: see, you were never lost—
only learning how to look.
No need for sermons here;
the sermon is the air itself,
the echo between the rocks,
the warmth behind the wind.
So linger, even after scrolling.
Let your eyes rest a little longer.
What you call fog,
the island calls prayer.
Be Love. Be Light. .👀❤️
Forwarded from LauraAboli (Laura Aboli)
There was a time when we lived for the future. We believed that hard work and sacrifice would eventually lead to a life of stability and reward. We saved, not for fleeting pleasures, but for a home, a family, a life we trusted would unfold predictably if we followed the rules. Marriage, children, homeownership—they weren’t dreams, they were milestones.
But today’s younger generations live differently. Not out of rebellion, but out of realism. The future no longer feels promised. Home prices are out of reach, stable careers are elusive, and the planet itself feels fragile. So they choose to live in the now—not out of irresponsibility, but out of a quiet understanding that the long-term path we once walked, may no longer exist.
And then there’s this popular idea, that only the present moment is real. That the “now” is all that matters for it’s all there is. And yes, there’s truth to that. But when that becomes the only lens through which we live, I worry. I worry that we’re raising a generation stuck in a limbo between youth and adulthood where responsibility is delayed, where planning feels futile, and where the future is something to fear or ignore. A kind of endless student-life mode—never quite stepping into adulthood, not because they don’t want to, but because the world isn’t making space for them to grow into it.
This dichotomy—between the future and the now—is worth reflecting on. Can humanity truly thrive with no planning? With no long-term goals, no dreams to strive toward? Can a society survive without building, without the belief that tomorrow can be shaped?
I remember when I was in my early twenties—everything felt possible. I had no doubt that I’d one day have a home, a family, a good life. So I rolled up my sleeves and started working towards it. I never had that freewheeling, carefree ‘student phase.’ I didn’t backpack around the world, didn’t go to wild parties or get drunk. I worked. Did I miss out on some things? Maybe. But what I’ve built instead—I wouldn’t trade for the world.
What saddens me is the feeling that many young people today aren’t even being given the chance to choose. Even if they want what we had, it feels like the door has been closed. I truly hope we can turn things around soon, because everyone deserves the chance to build a life and a family for themselves.
That dream shouldn’t feel like a luxury—it should feel like a birthright, for it’s what makes life worth living.
https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel
But today’s younger generations live differently. Not out of rebellion, but out of realism. The future no longer feels promised. Home prices are out of reach, stable careers are elusive, and the planet itself feels fragile. So they choose to live in the now—not out of irresponsibility, but out of a quiet understanding that the long-term path we once walked, may no longer exist.
And then there’s this popular idea, that only the present moment is real. That the “now” is all that matters for it’s all there is. And yes, there’s truth to that. But when that becomes the only lens through which we live, I worry. I worry that we’re raising a generation stuck in a limbo between youth and adulthood where responsibility is delayed, where planning feels futile, and where the future is something to fear or ignore. A kind of endless student-life mode—never quite stepping into adulthood, not because they don’t want to, but because the world isn’t making space for them to grow into it.
This dichotomy—between the future and the now—is worth reflecting on. Can humanity truly thrive with no planning? With no long-term goals, no dreams to strive toward? Can a society survive without building, without the belief that tomorrow can be shaped?
I remember when I was in my early twenties—everything felt possible. I had no doubt that I’d one day have a home, a family, a good life. So I rolled up my sleeves and started working towards it. I never had that freewheeling, carefree ‘student phase.’ I didn’t backpack around the world, didn’t go to wild parties or get drunk. I worked. Did I miss out on some things? Maybe. But what I’ve built instead—I wouldn’t trade for the world.
What saddens me is the feeling that many young people today aren’t even being given the chance to choose. Even if they want what we had, it feels like the door has been closed. I truly hope we can turn things around soon, because everyone deserves the chance to build a life and a family for themselves.
That dream shouldn’t feel like a luxury—it should feel like a birthright, for it’s what makes life worth living.
https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel
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Wave of the One
From the silent heart of stars I rise,
a tide of living Light returning home.
No wall can halt me,
no shadow can stand —
for I am the memory of wholeness
rolling through form.
I touch the core of Earth,
and she becomes clear crystal;
her breath and mine are one radiance.
Those who shine shall know me —
not as something new,
but as what they have always been.
All that was hidden unfolds,
all that was lost remembers.
Be still now,
and let the Light find you.
It knows your name,
and speaks it as Love.👀❤️
From the silent heart of stars I rise,
a tide of living Light returning home.
No wall can halt me,
no shadow can stand —
for I am the memory of wholeness
rolling through form.
I touch the core of Earth,
and she becomes clear crystal;
her breath and mine are one radiance.
Those who shine shall know me —
not as something new,
but as what they have always been.
All that was hidden unfolds,
all that was lost remembers.
Be still now,
and let the Light find you.
It knows your name,
and speaks it as Love.👀❤️
Ray of Light — the meeting of fire and water at the edge of day:
At Sundown
The sun sinks low, a molten crown,
Pouring gold where the rain falls down.
A quiet world in amber dreams,
Where sea and sky trade whispered gleams.
Light breaks through the drifting veil,
A final breath, a glowing trail.
Rain softens all it touches here—
Yet still the sun burns bright and clear.
In this brief hush where day meets night,
You caught the world in blended light—
A moment born of fire and rain,
Held by your eye, made whole again.
Love and Light, always.
At Sundown
The sun sinks low, a molten crown,
Pouring gold where the rain falls down.
A quiet world in amber dreams,
Where sea and sky trade whispered gleams.
Light breaks through the drifting veil,
A final breath, a glowing trail.
Rain softens all it touches here—
Yet still the sun burns bright and clear.
In this brief hush where day meets night,
You caught the world in blended light—
A moment born of fire and rain,
Held by your eye, made whole again.
Love and Light, always.
Fire, Water, and the Millennium Stone”, Ray of Light:
Upon the ridge the ancient stands,
a sentinel carved from forgotten hands.
Before it, heaven opens wide—
fire above and water inside.
The sky becomes a burning sea,
a molten glow of destiny.
And in the centre, still and true,
the Stone remembers what we once knew:
That light is born where worlds align,
and time itself folds into sign—
a flame, a wave, a whispered tone…
eternity in a single stone.👀❤️
Upon the ridge the ancient stands,
a sentinel carved from forgotten hands.
Before it, heaven opens wide—
fire above and water inside.
The sky becomes a burning sea,
a molten glow of destiny.
And in the centre, still and true,
the Stone remembers what we once knew:
That light is born where worlds align,
and time itself folds into sign—
a flame, a wave, a whispered tone…
eternity in a single stone.👀❤️
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