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I Saw the Moment I Broke Off from the Sun

Writer's picture: Kelly Rae KerwinKelly Rae Kerwin



I saw it—the moment I separated.

The moment my soul became distinct from the whole.

It was a moment of power and chaos intertwined, a force so immense it shook through my being, reverberating across lifetimes.


I did not want to go.


I did not want to stay.


I was part of a sun, held within something vast and luminous, belonging to everything and nothing all at once. And yet, I had things to do. I had experiences to gather. I had wisdom to uncover and share.


I asked my soul to take me back to the first moment—the origin of the belief that this existence is hard. And in that instant, I felt the severance. The splitting. The ripping away from all that was known.

It was raw, devastating, and holy all at once. A cosmic birth, an initiation into the loneliness of individuality and the brilliance of sovereignty.


I resisted.


The force of my becoming was not soft—it was a firestorm, a creation, an unraveling. A moment so explosive that it birthed not just me, but the path I was meant to walk. And as gutting as it was, I was reminded—


Honor the Phoenix.


Because this; this is The Becoming.


This is why I have felt the ache of separation my whole life. Why I have carried the longing, the knowing, the relentless search for something I could not name. And why, in equal measure, I have shone so brightly.


Because I remember.


I remember what it means to see at the soul level. To feel the weight and the wonder of why we are here. And to elevate this gift—to embody it fully—I had to witness this.


This is not just my story. It is all of ours. The moment we broke away. The moment we stepped forward. The moment we agreed—whether with resistance or surrender—to the path of becoming.


Rebirth is not gentle. But it is divine. And I am here for all of it.


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