There is a stillness I have come to know. A quiet inner place where I meet the universe. Not in performance. But in presence. Where devotion is not decoration. Where truth does not need translation.
I have also come to know not everyone who moves in sacred ways is doing it from a sacred place.
We are in an era where the spiritual is trending. Where rituals are visible. Captions are poetic. Prayers are performative. And sacred acts are being filtered through ego, envy, and mimicry.
Here is the truth: The act may be holy, but the intention is not. And the universe always knows the difference.
When Holiness Is Worn Like a Costume, It is easy to imitate what looks powerful. Easy to copy someone’s rituals, repeat their words, mimic their rhythm. But you cannot duplicate frequency. You cannot fake divine alignment.
I have walked through fire with my whole soul. I have tasted the silence that reshaped me. I have been called into depths others would not survive and I rose. Not because I knew how to perform, but because I surrendered to become.
You want to embody light while skipping the refining. We want the appearance of sacredness, but not the sacrifice that births it. To want the energy, but not the intimacy. The crown, but not the cave. The platform, but not the purification.
IImitation Without Intention Is Misalignment
You can stand in sacred spaces and still be spiritually bankrupt. You can perform rituals with no reverence. You can dress like a vessel and still leak like a wound.
Because holiness is not in the fabric, it is in the frequency, an alignment.
When prayer becomes performance, when ritual becomes strategy, when sharing becomes subtle competition disguised as connection or inspiration, something divine gets distorted.
The Universe Can Tell the Difference
You cannot trick sacred energy. You cannot conjure someone else’s calling. Even if you copy the rhythm, God sees the root. Even if you mimic the fruit, the soil tells the truth.
And the consequence is this: False light flickers. It may impress the surface, but it cannot sustain.
What is not birthed in truth will never thrive in it.
I have learned that my only real protection is alignment. I no longer over-explain. I no longer water down my voice to make others feel more spiritual. I no longer mistake imitation for admiration.
Instead, I trust frequency. I trust silence. I trust that God guards what is divine and I must do the same. The world does not need more performers. It needs vessels.
And being a vessel means letting God fill you not strangers mimic you.
To anyone who feels lost without an identity, I promise you, you do have one. You are the identity.
All you have to do is look within. Your higher self is waiting to meet you as many times as it takes.
Love always,
Umi
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