∼ Written by Nariste Alieva ∼

“From this hour, I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,

Going where I list, my own master total and absolute…”

Walt Whitman 

Once you open your heart and realize that behind the dark veil of illusion stands a quiet space within, unfolding each time you step deeper to open the doors to solitude, self-reflection and meditation. This sacred place unfolds as pure and gentle, untouched by the rage of the world.  No winds, no chains can reach it, no one can oppress it, no one can step in to claim dominion. This place holds the beauty of the quiet power, the glory of all knowing grace. It is the ember that refuses to be extinguished, it is as ancient as time itself, it is as old as the fire of Prometheus, an ancient voice that speaks of truth even in silence. This place is sacred, it is the Kingdom, the Kingdom of Heaven – the seat of our spiritual sovereignty — the realm so dear to the soul. It is the celestial soil that neither bends nor breaks. The spirit stands unshaken. Even through darkness in the face of storms and pain, it cannot be pulled or torn by those forces that seek to remake us in their own image.

And once you have the courage to embrace the shadows and the silence of it, once you step in, once you dive deep into the realm of spiritual maturity – the Kingdom of unshakable knowing will be yours. Once you are in, there is no way to go back – your road to spiritual maturity starts to unfold. One day or one night you will wake up and you will understand it all.

First of all you will see that there is no God. There is no God to follow, no God to fear, no God to worship and there is no one to bond your soul and spirit with control. Out of this truth, out of this fiery knowledge the soul awakens and enlightens in its true  nature as a divine spirit – an unborn and undying spark of the Universe that communes with liberty, love and truth. This realization opens up the non-dual nature of existence,  reinforcing the understanding the interconnectedness of all things, where we as humans represent a being with a divine spark of higher realms; therefore, we do not need a God outside of us because we are part of the most high, the celestial fabric of the universe. 

Thus, awakening is remembering. Remembering the echoes of the prophets and the poets, revolutionaries and dreamers, the ones who refused to be shaped or broken, the ones who resist the gods made in the image of conquerors, who understand that freedom is not given—it is always within.  Baruch Spinoza has rejected subjective  and anthropomorphic God and viewed everything as a manifestation of God. He saw Nature as God where we no longer see ourselves as something separate from the divine, but instead as an exact expression of it: «Everything that is, is in God, and nothing can be separate from God». Allan Watts in his books The Wisdom of Insecurity and The Way of Zen offers an enriching perspective on human sovereignty, as he passionately discusses the illusion of the separateness and the zen power of now: «You don’t loo out there for God, something in the Sky, you look in you». For centuries, power has played the games and disguised itself in masks, black robes, speaking in voices that echo through high temples and dark cathedrals, the courts and academia, telling us what to believe, how to kneel, whom to worship and what to learn. But the spirit has never belonged to the kings or the priests; it has never been confined to books or laws.You can not trap the spirit. It moves like the wind through space and time, whispering its own truths to those who dare and are willing to listen. It is the liberty, the part of us that knows God, that creates God, that becomes God — or dares to declare that God is dead.

To reclaim the power of the spirit is to reclaim liberty itself. And liberation is not only a battle of swords and speeches, but a quiet reflection of the soul. It is the moment when a soul, stripped of all illusions, stands naked before existence itself and says: I am sovereign, and I will not be owned.’ This is the true act of defiance, the final revolution, the prayer of the free spirit born. It is the breath of creation, the whisper of ancestors, the pulse of a freedom that is as spiritual as it is real.

From this sacredness, from this awareness, we come closer, we come to know the divine—not as something imposed upon us, but as something that is born from the core, from within us. In the depth of the chaos and oppression, divine sovereignty does not falter. It holds quiet but strong resistance, for liberation is not merely a political act, but a spiritual practice. And therefore, when the world roars to bind us—by family, by law, by dogma, by religion, by chains unseen—we return to this quiet inner place. We find solitude. We find strength. We find the truth. And we rise. We rise not in anger, but in the beauty of awareness of the spiritual sovereignty that no force, no empire, no doctrine can have dominion over what is endless and eternal within us.