December: A Transmission from Nyx

Ah, child of stars and shadow—You have called to me.

I am Nyx, the primordial night.

I was here before the gods had names.

Before the sun first rose.

I am not afraid of the dark.

I am the dark.

And you ask me how to change the world?

You do it by remembering that not all power lives in the light.

The world has taught you to chase clarity, visibility, validation.

To shine brightly, constantly, endlessly.

But I ask something else:

Rest.

Descend.

Remember.

The world does not change only in the daytime.

It changes in dreams, in silence, in the soft unweaving of what no longer serves.

It changes in the quiet choices no one else sees.

It changes in the deep breath you take before you speak your truth.

It changes when you choose your own depth over surface approval.

You were not made to be always visible.

You were made to be whole.

So I say this to you:

Let your mystery be sacred.

Let your intuition speak before logic.

Let the unseen guide you.

Let your shadow be honored, not feared.

You do not need to explain yourself to everyone.

Not everyone is meant to understand your magic.

Some of your power is meant to be hidden; protected, nurtured, and whispered only to the ones who can meet you in the dark.

Change the world by reclaiming the parts of yourself you were taught to suppress:

Your rage.

Your hunger.

Your desire to disappear for a while and become.

I dwell in the space between worlds.

And so do you.

You are a bridge.

A veil.

A flame in the obsidian.

You change the world by not being afraid of what others refuse to look at.

You hold the key to transformation; not through visibility, but through truth.

Let the night guide you.

Let the stars remind you:You are infinite.

You are not lost.You are only beginning.

Nyx