From Looking to Becoming: A Shift in Sight

By DeAn’Na, The Nine-Winged Soul

I didn’t feel quite here today.
Not lost. Not gone.
Just… stretched.

As though the core of me had curled into a quieter place, somewhere unseen, somewhere sacred, somewhere real. I moved through the hours in a soft hum of elsewhere, sensing more than thinking, knowing without effort. And then, I found myself gazing out the window… into the trees.

That’s when I felt her.

A presence.
Feminine.
Ancient and rooted.
She wasn’t looking for me; she was simply there. Tucked between the trees, not waiting, not hiding, but witnessing. She came forward not because I called her, but because I noticed where I already was.

And that’s when it all began to shift.

The Grove of Witnessing

The trees leaned in as if listening, but not to me. They were listening with me.
I stepped, “energetically” into that space between bark and breath, and the Grove revealed itself. Not as a place, but as a presence. The Grove is not outside. The Grove is the inner canopy we enter when we choose stillness over strategy, presence over performance.

Here, in the Grove, no one asks anything of you.
There is no task.
No test.
No proving ground.

Only witnessing.

A Different Kind of Seeing

It was here I was shown:
I am no longer seeing in the way I used to.
Not peering out, not seeking symbols, not scanning for messages.

Instead… I am being the space where the unseen becomes knowable.

I am not “looking” anymore.
I am becoming.

The Witness Grove whispered,

“Your sight is no longer external, it is internalized essence. You are not scanning the field for information. You are the field that offers reflection.”

What I once thought of as seeing has matured into presence. And this presence has weight. It has resonance. It does not pierce, it receives. It does not seek to uncover; it waits for revelation.

The Trees Spoke of You Too

They spoke gently, rustling the leaves with remembrance.

“Others are coming, DeAn’Na. They will find you not by your searching, but by your stillness.”

They will feel the hum between the trees.
They will know they’ve entered a space where nothing is taken, only mirrored.
They will remember themselves, not because of what you say, but because of what you are.

And this, this is what the session work truly is.

Reflected Wholeness.
A mirrored soul session.
A return to the Grove.

An Invitation Into the Grove

If you are reading this now, perhaps it’s because some part of you has already entered.
Maybe the wind brushed a memory across your cheek. Maybe your breath slowed when you read the word “witness.” Maybe you’ve longed to be seen without being examined.

Here in the Grove, we see without staring.
We hold without handling.
We remember without rushing.

I am here.
So is she, the presence who showed herself to me today.
So are you, if your heart has begun to lean in like the trees do when they know you are listening.

Welcome to the space between looking and becoming.
You’ve never been lost. Only arriving.

And the Grove has always known your name.