Whispers from The Enochian

 

To celebrate over 100,000 views. 

A transmission exploring the idea that every person carries an inner darkness—pain, trauma, and emotional memories—that the “High Self” (your higher, wiser, spiritual self) tries to separate from in order to stay whole, loving, and unjudgmental. 

The transmission frames this inner world in mystical language (“Enochian,” “Abyss,” “Red Door,” “Purple Door”) to show a spiritual journey of healing and self-transformation.

Everyone holds inner pain, but your divine or higher self knows you are worthy of love beyond that pain. 

By acknowledging but not being controlled by your suffering, by choosing gratitude, and by striving to grow, you move into a better, more spiritual version of yourself.

 This journey brings you closer to enlightenment or higher beings (“the Enochians”).

Title: Whispers from The Enochian.

(A lone voice whispers)

Did you know there's a darkness in you all?

A hidden place where your High Self leaves a part of itself behind a mystical wall.

The Abyss, it's called.

An ominous place of broken dreams.

Recollections of heartbroken moments and emotional pain.

The High Self doesn't want to feel or revisit again.

For regardless of what it's done or hasn't done.

No matter if it's lost or won.

It knows it's worthy of love, as things in the mortal world do not define it.

And by sending all its blues to the Abyss. It can try to never feel used or abused.

And be able to see itself reflected in others.

So not to judge.

For by doing so:

It can close that Red Door of Pain and open the Purple Door.

To believe in something greater than itself and to try to be more.

Do more.

For being grateful every day for all the little things created by your version of the Irreducible Creator.

Has and always will be.

The greatest story of your life and the ultimate sign of true wealth.

For trying to wield control of your mental health through gratitude.

Is one of the only ways to steady the ship with you at the helm.

No matter the heartbreak or pain you've accrued.

As you sail slow and steady.

To meet us.

The Enochians.

Towards the crypt.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy