Thank you for staying with me.
This final movement is not a conclusion so much as a crossing. Heresy names what happens when you step outside the stories you were handed—when you question what was sacred simply because it was old, when you refuse to keep bowing to what never loved you back.
Who Decided? has always been an invitation more than an argument. An offering. A slow unfolding meant to move through the body before it ever lands in the mind. If something stirred in you over these seven days—if a sentence lodged itself in your chest, if a memory surfaced, if a question wouldn’t let you go—that is the work doing what it came here to do.
Awakening doesn’t arrive like a lightning strike. It moves the way truth always has: quietly, persistently, finding those it’s meant to find.
May what you’ve heard continue to echo in the places that matter.
May it meet you where you are.
May it loosen what no longer serves.
May it remind you that you are allowed to choose.
Thank you for walking this path with me.
