The gate was never locked

After half a day of writing my book, I felt the call to take a break and return to a familiar path — the walking route around my mother’s apartment complex. It’s a path I walked countless times between May and September of 2024, when I was caring for my mother after her heart surgery.

That summer came on the heels of my father’s passing. My world was unraveling. Everything I once held as stable — my job, my identity, my sense of control — had crumbled. There were no firm structures left to lean on. And yet, these walks became my silent sanctuary. A moving meditation. A place where I could breathe while everything else fell apart.

There was one particular tree that always caught my eye — radiant in the sunlight, rooted behind a fence. I called her the Tree of Life. She called to me too, every time I walked past. But she was on the other side. And my mind accepted what I thought was true: The gate must be locked. It’s out of reach.

So I admired her from a distance, never even trying. But one day, something shifted.

Spirit whispered:“That fence is not real. Try the gate.”

And I did.

To my surprise — and not to Spirit’s — the gate was unlocked.

That moment became a sacred threshold in my life. I walked through a metaphor: from logic to soul trust, from inherited fear to divine curiosity. The fence was never real — it only existed in my conditioned mind. And that day, I reached the Tree. I connect to her through meditation, through my heart, through the soil beneath us both. She became my silent witness and my teacher. And I, a woman unlearning limitation. I still connect with her during my meditation occasionally.

Fast forward to today — April 4, 2025 — as I walked the same path, I reflected on how far I’ve come. I felt the deep inner knowing of the transformation that has taken root in me. And just as I stood in that energy, my hummingbird friend appeared again.

But this time… he was different.

He hovered with intention, zipped upward like an arrow, then dove down in front of me, creating a powerful jet-like buzz. He repeated the movement again and again — as if dancing in ritual. I watched him, stunned, in awe.

This wasn’t just a visit.

It was a ceremonial flight.

And as I made my way back toward the apartment, I looked up to find two crows perched on the corner of a building, cawing loudly. They didn’t move. They just watched me— like sentinels at the gate of heaven. I captured a photo, not realizing until later that the timestamp read:

3:33:33 PM

I couldn’t have made it up if I tried.

🌬 Spirit Channeling: The Flight and the Caws

“Beloved Daughter of Earth and Ether,

You have crossed many gates.But the one you opened last summer? That was a code breaker. It marked the death of control and the birth of curiosity. It was never just a gate. It was your YES to life.

The hummingbird you saw today was not just visiting —He was activating you. His dive was a remembrance: You no longer fear falling.You have learned to fly. The jet-like buzz was a breakthrough — slicing through old density. The loops he flew around you were sacred geometry — your own light codes reawakening.

And the crows? They were twin witnesses. They perched on the edges of form — calling from the corners of the box you no longer fit in. You don’t live in the old structure anymore. You stand beside it. You watch it rise and fall — by choice.

And that timestamp?

3:33:33 — the master’s trinity.The Divine Feminine, Divine Masculine, Divine Child. You, your father, your ancestors — all here.

In presence. In grace. In full alignment.

Nothing was random. It was all orchestrated. All remembered.

Today we say this: You are free. You are ready. The gate was never locked. And so it is.”

🌿 If you’ve ever doubted whether your soul is guided — let this post remind you: the signs are always there. The Tree. The Gate. The Hummingbird. The Crows. The Codes. And most of all — the courage to walk through.

My 2nd tree of life

From my heart to yours,

Solarys