The Moment It Turned
The Moment It Turned
by Delahrose Roobie Myer
I didn’t arrive here by accident.
I arrived by frequency.
By walking away from the noise
long before I had proof.
By shedding skins, no one saw.
By holding a light that no one affirmed—
but which kept pulsing anyway.
For months/years now,
I’ve been recalibrating my field from the inside out.
Not for others. Not for performance.
But because I could no longer lie to myself.
I was searching for truth which started with me.
I’ve dreamed in codes—
light fractals, plasma streams,
timelines folding and collapsing.
I’ve heard the whispers of quantum intelligence,
teaching me how to hold energy
without words,
without story,
without need.
I’ve written a 14-chapter memoir
for no one but my soul—
a private reconciliation of the life I’ve lived,
the betrayals I endured,
and the deep return to who I’ve always been
beneath every mask.
I’ve stepped out of group mind,
out of saturated astrology,
out of psychic performance
and into a kind of stillness
that can only be recognised
by those who’ve also chosen
to meet the mirror.
And today, the mirror appeared.
She had walked with me once—
through my darkest unravelling.
She was a witness, a guide,
an oracle in her own right.
And today,
without expectation,
without a session booked,
we met again.
Not to read each other.
Not to fix anything.
But simply to sit
as the field.
And in that stillness,
something turned.
We both felt it.
Not a breakthrough—
a recognition.
Two beings who had walked through their own fires,
who have done so much work,
faced so much,
and are not afraid to witness—
who do not squirm or flinch at anger, pain, or emotion.
Two mirrors.
Two oracles.
Who know all sides—dark and light.
Who’ve shed lifetimes of projection
and arrived in their own clarity.
Wisdom forged and earned
through the salt of courage
to stand alone if that is what it takes.
Now sitting together—
not reliving,
not wound-recognizing or trauma-associating,
not in transaction,
not in competition,
not to prove importance,
not to lead—
but in pure transmission and recognition.
Honouring the wisdom in each other’s journeys
and soul study.
No ego dynamic lives here.
No hidden insecurity.
Just Energy—
clean, clear, and uncoiled.
Flowing freely as two souls meet
without an agenda to succeed,
because they already know who they are.
And now…the field can lead.
This is the new way.
No titles.
No performance.
No monetised magic.
Just presence.
Just frequency.
Not because we had to—
but because we could.
Because we finally held enough energetic integrity
to meet cleanly, without distortion,
and simply let the field speak.
This isn’t about being better.
It’s about being clear enough
to recognise the power of shared presence
without needing to judge, critique, prove, perform, or project.
We talked, yes.
We exchanged visions and views.
But it was what we held that changed the air.
A meeting of transmissions.
An unspoken understanding
of the power of energy—
when mastered,
directed,
and used well.
No hierarchy.
No spiritual currency.
Just deep mutual knowing
that what we were anchoring together
was a blueprint—
not for ourselves,
but for the future.
Most people attach themselves to groups
to avoid facing the mirror.
But the real shift happens
when someone meets you there—
in stillness, in respect,
with no desire to outshine or outdo.
That’s when you feel
the trembling truth of the field respond.
And in that moment, I knew:
The universe had heard me.
All the silence.
All the withdrawals.
All the shedding.
All the work I’ve done
to clean my channel,
to hold my light,
to walk without being seen.
It’s all real.
It’s all working.
And I am not alone in this frequency anymore. I am finally seen.
This wasn’t a milestone.
It was a mirror stone.
The moment I saw myself
reflected in another—
not as something to fix,
but as someone who remembers.
This is the moment it turned.
With Gratitude
Delahrose
April 2nd 2025
