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When I Let Myself Be Seen

For so long, I wondered why no one saw me. I kept trying, kept glowing—but invisibility clung like a second skin. It wasn’t until I began to feel again that the world finally opened up…

Hidden in shadows of doubt,
Frozen in fear of rejection,
I hid.
I hid parts—and I hid the whole.

I was safe, yet still scared.
Even in my darkness,
I wanted to be seen.
I wanted to be noticed.

Doesn’t my heart shine?
Why doesn’t anyone see me?

I must not be good enough.
I must be punished for unseen sins.
Nobody loves me.

The story went on.
With every rejection, every failure,
Those beliefs grew stronger.

And I didn’t even know it.
I kept going.
I kept trying.

My heart was bright,
But still—no one saw it.

Why?
I wondered.
Why am I invisible?

Had someone put a spell on me?
In a way… they had.

But I was the one who cast it.
I was the one who agreed to stay small.
To forget.
To hide from a world
That could be fun.
That could be loving.
That could be joyful.

What am I missing?
I was missing life.

How can I join now? I asked.

My heart was the first to answer:
“You, my dear, are the Creator.
What do you want?”

“I want to live!” I cried.

“That’s okay,” my heart said.
“You don’t need to know how.
Just breathe.
Feel the breath.
Move with the breath.
And allow.”

It took time.
It took patience.
It took devotion to the Beloved within.

But something shifted.

The fear behind my sternum softened.

Little by little,
The breath found its way in.

I began to feel.

I realized I had not just
An invisibility cloak—
I had a numbing shield,
Placed when I was still a babe.

And as I felt… it felt good.

A warmth bloomed in my belly.
I felt welcome in the field around me.
I felt held.

The fear dislodged.
The mistrust dissolved.

A gate opened.
And joy began to trickle in.

I began to trust the field.
I began to notice the love
That had always been there.

I am still practicing being seen.
I am still learning what it means to be fully me—
Not what others want or expect,
But me.

It is through feeling that I discover myself.
That I choose.
That I open to more life.

More life flowing through me…

This is my prayer.
This is what my heart longs to feel.

And for the first time in a long time,
I am excited for this new journey.

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When Everything Else Falls Away

When everything else falls away, what still blooms from the soul? A devotional essay on walking the Way with breath, trust, and truth.

When the evidence around you points to failure, how do you reach into the unseen to touch what’s real?

Where is the balm for an ache that is undeniably present?

Breathe.

Breathe in the light of your soul.

Sit with this light as it expands — holding you, fully, completely.

Let yourself feel this love. Because here’s the truth:

There is nothing more real.

When this remembrance lands in your cells, failure dissolves.

Loneliness evaporates. This moment — this ache — is not a punishment.

It is the exact medicine your soul called forth for embodiment.

And yes, it would be easier to stay here forever.

Bathed in stillness. Basking in God’s light.

You ask yourself, “Do I really have to get up and walk in this world again?”

But the answer is yes.

You do have to get up. You do have to walk through this life — even when it doesn’t feel like it’s going your way.

The Sophia Code speaks of Walking the Way — of choosing devotion over outcome, presence over proof.

This is no easy path.

So what supports us when our dreams seem to crumble?

Not willpower.

Not the grasp of the mind.

But a return to Source.

To the soul’s eyes that see beyond the illusion.

Because let’s be honest — to the ego, this situation might seem like the worst possible outcome.

But to the soul, this is sacred alchemy.

We are not meant to solve illusion.

We are meant to transcend it.

Clarity doesn’t rise from the same soil as confusion.

That’s why we rise higher. We breathe deeper.

We return to the Sovereign Self — where clarity already lives.

Is it still scary to walk through fire with eyes open?

Yes. But this is the initiation.

This is how we become the ones who trust our Higher Self —

Not by bypassing the fire, but by walking it with breath, grace, and an open heart.

So… What wants to bloom through me now, when everything else has fallen away?

God. Light. Peace. Harmony. Joy.

These were never earned.

They are my origin.

And yes — I may sit here in this stillness for as long as I need.

Nothing is denied.

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