Coming Home to Myself

Coming Home to Myself

Part 7: What the Journey Was Really About

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By the end of my last blog I had learned that trusting myself wasn't where the journey began.

It had to be built on a foundation of self love and self respect.

What I found even more interesting was how that foundation changed not only the relationship I had with myself but the relationship I had with everyone around me.

The more I learned to love and accept myself the easier it became to extend that same love and acceptance to other people.

Not because I agreed with everyone.

Not because I understood every choice they made.

But because I started understanding that everyone is having their own experience.

Everyone is on their own path.

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For a long time I thought love was something you felt when conditions were right.

When someone showed up the way you needed them to.

When life looked the way you expected it to.

When you yourself had finally gotten it together enough to deserve it.

But the more I sat with myself — really sat with myself — the more that understanding started to unravel.

I began asking questions I had never thought to ask before.

Can I love myself even when I'm not on top of everything?

When I make mistakes?

When I don't show up at my best?

What does that love actually look like?

And can I extend that same love to others when the way they show up looks different from what I expected? When the way they love looks different from the way I do?

Unconditional love became one of my core guiding lights.

And it started with me.

That unconditional love also extended to people who had hurt me.

Not because I loved what they did.

But because I came to understand that it was all part of the soul's evolution.

Some people may have brief roles in our lives. Others may become major characters in our stories. Either way, I came to understand that our paths crossed for a reason, even if we weren't meant to walk them together forever.

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Those questions led me somewhere I hadn't anticipated.

I started to understand that everyone is on their own path.

Not in a vague feel good way.

But in a way that actually changed how I moved through the world.

I came to believe that we each have experiences our souls chose to have in this lifetime.

That doesn't mean I always understand why.

It doesn't mean I have to like every experience.

And it doesn't mean everyone has to believe what I believe.

It simply became one of the ways I understood my own life.

The experiences that once felt like punishment began to look different when I viewed them through that lens.

And other people's paths began to look different too.

Each person is walking a journey shaped by their own experiences, their own pain, their own lessons.

What looks like a flaw or a failing from the outside is often just someone navigating what they were given — the same way I was navigating what I was given.

Different experiences create different understandings of right and wrong.

Different pain creates different ways of protecting ourselves.

Different love creates different ways of loving.

That doesn't mean harmful behavior is excusable.

It means that before I rush to judgment I can get curious instead.

How did this person come to see the world this way?

What shaped that?

What might I be missing?

That curiosity created room I didn't have before.

Room for compassion.

Room for grace.

Room to see people more fully rather than just reacting to the parts of them that confused or frustrated me.

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I also came to believe something that has stayed with me.

Everyone wants to be heard.

Everyone wants to be loved.

Everyone wants to be seen.

And the most honest way I know to offer that to anyone else is to start with yourself.

Because once you've done that work — once you've sat with your own parts, your own shadow, your own perceived flaws and hidden strengths — you start to notice something.

At the core you aren't that different from the person sitting across from you.

The details are different.

The experiences are different.

But the wanting — the wanting to be enough, to be loved, to belong — that's the same.

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Along the way I also became fascinated by the similarities that seem to appear across cultures and traditions.

Different geography.

Different languages.

Different periods of history.

And yet some of the same ideas kept appearing among people in antiquity who had no known way of communicating with one another.

Let's call them universal laws — the lens through which we move through life and make sense of our experiences.

And separately from that I also came to understand that everyone has the opportunity to experience some of the same checkpoints in this life.

Not that everyone starts with the same rules or the same circumstances.

Human structures can make the playing field incredibly uneven.

But there are certain checkpoints we may all have the opportunity to encounter.

How each person experiences them, how they respond to them, and what they learn from them is individual.

What I find fascinating is that across cultures and centuries people in antiquity arrived at some of the same conclusions about how to navigate those checkpoints.

The understanding that taking a life causes harm to the soul.

The understanding that what you put out returns to you.

The understanding that love in some form is the foundation of everything else.

How is it that groups of people separated by oceans and centuries arrived at the same understanding?

Is it human nature?

Is it something bigger?

Can it be both?

I don't have a definitive answer.

But I find the question genuinely fascinating.

And I think it says something important about what connects us beneath all the differences.

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What I find interesting is that I didn't come to understand universal laws by studying them.

I came to them through observation.

Through my own life. My own relationships. My relationship with myself and with the physical world around me.

I started noticing patterns in how things unfolded — in what I put out and what came back, in how I treated myself and how that shaped everything else, in what happened when I acted from fear versus when I acted from love.

And only later did I discover that I wasn't the only one who had arrived at those same conclusions.

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That's actually one of the clearest examples I have of how the inner work led me to the spiritual path — not the other way around.

Because learning who I am and loving who I am turned out to be the same as learning and loving others.

We are all connected.

What I discovered in myself I found reflected in the people around me.

And what I found in the people around me helped me understand myself more deeply.

That was the door.

Everything else walked through it.

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My journey was never about becoming spiritual.

I want to be clear about that.

It was about easing the suffering I had carried for so long.

It was about coming home to myself — not just through my mind but through my body, my heart, my lived experience.

It was about learning to actually live rather than just intellectualize.

To feel things rather than just think about them.

To be present in my own life rather than always watching it from a distance.

What I found along the way — the meditation, the Reiki, the readings, the curiosity, the questions — those weren't the destination.

They were the road.

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Today when someone comes to me for a reading I want them to leave knowing that they have the power to make changes in their life to help ease their own suffering.

I'm not trying to tell them what to do or predict their future.

I'm trying to be there with them.

To bridge the spiritual and the physical for just a moment.

To help open a door to their own inner knowing — with unconditional love and curiosity.

Because that's what this whole journey has been about.

Not answers.

Not certainty.

Just the willingness to keep asking better questions.

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Author's Note

When I started sharing this series I wanted to explain how I got from the person I was in 2016 to the person I am today.

But looking back at the series I think the simplest answer is that I came home to myself.

Not all at once.

And not because I found one answer that explained everything.

I learned to become curious.

To love myself.

To respect myself.

To trust myself.

And to leave room for everything I still don't know.

If there's anything I hope you take from this series it's not that your journey should look anything like mine.

It's that yours is worth exploring.

With love,

— Hadija (Higher Heart Warrior Channel)

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