You Are an Amalgamation of Everybody You’ve Ever KnownThoughts of a lightworker

(and maybe a few you’ve only felt)

We like to think we’re individuals. Unique. Separate. Free from the noise of influence, but the truth? You’re stitched together with threads of every soul you’ve ever crossed paths with.

You laugh like your childhood best friend. You flinch like the one who broke your heart. You speak with the cadence of that one teacher who really saw you. You make tea the way your ex did, even though you swore you wouldn’t.

We carry each other. Sometimes in pain, sometimes in love. Even people you’ve never spoken to — the woman on the train with the grief behind her smile, the man who held the door open just when you needed something kind — they leave impressions.

You are an amalgamation of glances, gestures, heartbreaks, kindnesses, betrayals, wisdom shared in kitchen conversations, and music passed between phones at 2am.

But here's the healing part… Sometimes when someone lingers in your mind or body long after they’ve gone, it’s not them you're attached to anymore —it’s the energy they left behind.

That’s why healers speak of cutting cords.Of calling your energy back. Of sending what no longer serves your highest timeline back to Source, with grace. Because you’re not meant to carry everybody forever. Some were only meant to pass through —not to pitch a tent inside your nervous system.

When you’re healing, it’s not just your heart or your mind doing the work.Your energy body remembers too. It holds the emotional residue, the spiritual debris.That ache? That sudden wave of missing them? It might not even be yours. So how do you begin untangling? You become the conductor of your own system.

:: Begin with breath. Let it soften the static.

:: Write letters you’ll never send. Let the words drain the echo.

:: Sit with your own energy and ask, Who am I without this imprint?

:: Call your power back — out loud, in water, in meditation.

:: Picture cords detaching, one by one. Send them off with love, not anger.

:: Thank the version of you who carried them. Then let her rest.

Even in the stillness, you’re rebuilding. This isn’t erasure — it’s restoration. You’re not removing the lessons — you’re releasing the weight. You’re not forgetting — you’re remembering who you were before the distortion.

You are your mother’s resilience.

Your first love’s tenderness.

Your friend’s reckless joy.

The stranger’s warning.

Your child’s forgiveness.

The internet post that cracked you open.

The poem that reminded you you’re not alone.

But more than that — you are you, reclaimed. A living mosaic, shaped by experience, refined by healing.

And when you look in the mirror and feel a little more whole than you did last year, know that it’s not just healing — it’s gathering. It’s integration. Soul by soul, lesson by lesson, you’re becoming more you than you’ve ever been.

Thoughts of a lightworker

Jun 15, 2025