What happens when you awaken and they don’t?
“You’ll know who has God within”, she said.
These were some of the last words my True Self coach offered before she let me fly solo.
I didn’t fully understand at the time.
But later, looking into the eyes of someone I loved — and seeing no-one there — her words returned with a quiet thunder.
A slow dawning, I began to see “dead people” – the blank eyes, empty reactions and canned responses.
“They’re not here,” I realised, “they’re running programs.”
I remember sitting across from someone I loved — my mother, perhaps, or a friend — and feeling like the lights were on… but no one was home.
There was movement. Laughter. Questions. But beneath it all: a hollowness.
Like a film set of a family dinner.
I knew what was coming next before they said it. Same stories. Glazed eyes. Same facial expressions. As if I’d stumbled into a looping reel of pre-recorded lines, animating people I once believed were fully here.
That was the day I realised I was living among the walking dead. No one had warned me spiritual awakening would feel like starring in my own zombie movie.
The Mechanics of the Program
So what is this phenomenon? Are people really “dead”?
Not in body — but in soul availability.
Most are running inherited scripts:
- Be polite
- Make money
- Don’t feel too much
- Stay in line
- Be someone others can understand
- And thus, a program is born.
It mimics life, but it isn’t life.
What is a “program” in this context?
What we mistake for personality is often just pain in disguise — autopilot trauma responses dressed up as identity, unhealed lineage patterns mistaken for “just how we are.” The deeper truth is: most people have never met their own essence.
And when you start to come alive? You’ll feel it. The field won’t lie because you are deeply present, with yourself and with others. You have self-awareness. You catch your automated responses and you consciously transform them. You speak not from personal charge, emotion, or wounding, but from the wellspring of presence and truth.
The cost of living unexamined is that your soul gets buried beneath performance and pain, until you no longer feel. When I saw this in the eyes of loved ones, it saddened me, for the “walking dead” they don’t know they’re dead. They think they’re being good citizens, parents, partners… and in many ways, they are.
Family as the First Mirror
For many of us, the first encounter with the Walking Dead is at home.
It’s not their fault. Survival demanded forgetting.
Mum learned to suppress her truth to stay married — at least until the children were “grown up.”
Dad traded feeling for functioning , and was programmed to believe he had to appear perfect.
And in their well-meaning performance of parenting, they passed down the disconnection.
I was the child who felt everything.
And that was the problem.
There were no words for what I sensed — only a quiet ache that no one was really with me. Not in feeling. Not in presence.
I spent years trying to awaken people who didn’t realise they weren’t truly alive.
I tried to earn it.
Years of performing, pleasing, over-giving — hoping that if I just said it right, did it better, they’d wake up and meet me here.
They didn’t. And perhaps, they couldn’t.
Their nervous systems were trained in numbness. Their hearts once felt too much.
And so, they became performers of life — not out of malice, but as protection.
The Seer’s Burden
Seeing the truth doesn’t always feel like a gift.
To witness unconsciousness in those you love — and to know that they can’t or won’t see you — that’s a heartbreak only a Seer understands.
And so begins the pattern of rescuing.
We try to explain.
To teach.
To light a way.
But here’s the secret no one tells you:
You cannot awaken someone who is still sleepwalking through life.
Your love cannot override their soul contract.
And so, we learn compassion.
Not the fluffy kind — the kind that walks beside the unconscious with fierce boundaries and a quiet knowing:
“They taught me apathy. I choose aliveness.”
The Mirror Moment
My spiritual teacher.
Wise. Spiritually articulate. Real.
She mirrored so much of what I wanted to embody.
But towards the end, she also mirrored something else:
The emotional absence of my own family.
Perhaps it was her own unhealed wounding being revealed in my presence, since I learned that my light has the power to heal.
Or, perhaps it was premeditated — that was her medicine — knowing exactly which buttons to press, which seeds to plant, to get you to shift on your own.
And, whilst she did see me, she was here to remind me — not through perfection, but through her wholeness.
Sometimes a little weird, a little wild and, at times, eccentric. And I loved that about her.
Because she reminded me of me.
Her detachment… was the final test.
In that moment, I saw her not as soul family, but as soul pattern. The same echo I’d spent years trying to love into wholeness.
But this time, I chose differently.
What it Means to Be Truly Alive
To be alive is not to be productive.
To be alive is not to perform spirituality.
It is to be present.
You know the difference. You feel it in your bones:
- When someone looks at you with real eyes.
- When they pause and actually listen with emotional honesty.
- When they cry without shame, speak without mask, love without needing to be perfect.
This is what some might call the sixth sense — not just intuition, but the embodied knowing that sees through illusion, feels what’s real, and recognises aliveness even when no words are spoken.
This is spiritual embodiment.
Invitation
This journey is not about judgement — but about discernment.
Ask yourself gently:
- Who in my life feels truly here?
- Where am I still performing aliveness rather than living it?
- Who am I trying to wake up, and is that truly my role?
You may not be able to wake others.
But your light — your living, breathing light — creates resonance in the field.
And sometimes, without words, without effort or explanation, someone remembers.
The sixth sense awakens. The eyes clear. The soul peeks through.
This is your sacred gift: A soft seeing of those who sleep — and the courage to stay awake.
With a courageous heart,
Victoria
P.S. Who knew Halloween would be the perfect time to remember what it really means to come alive?
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