The Purple Path
The Path We Forgot to Remember
There is a path that winds through violet trees and fields of unseen memory.
I call it The Purple Path—but not because it is painted.
Because it is felt.
It hums beneath the surface of things, waiting for a soul whose vision has broken free from the world’s mimicry.
Most never find it.
Not because it’s hidden,
but because they are trained to look for roads paved by approval, by logic, by maps given to them by frightened voices.
But this path?
It cannot be mapped.
It emerges only when the veil dissolves behind your eyes.
It is a path that was once lost when you chose to survive.
And now
it waits again, gently rising beneath your feet.
It remembers you.
It knows that the forest of illusions you passed through nearly took you.
But it also knows—you saw through it.
That is why the trees swirl like galaxies.
That is why the stones beneath your feet pulse in colours no system could ever name.
This is not a journey forward.
It is a homecoming.
A return to the knowing that was never taught—only remembered.
You walk alone, not because you’re abandoned.
You walk alone because you are the first to return.
And where you walk, others will feel a stirring
not to follow you,
but to remember their own forgotten path.
Not copied from others—purely, uniquely your own.
A heart that is true
not stolen, not borrowed.
Others will try to mimic it,
but they will never see
or become
what only you can do.
Stolen magic—the essence of another carries a cost.
And one day, the payment comes.
That borrowed energy will be asked to be paid
not in coin,
but from the hollow of
their fragile, grasping, counterfeit parts and ways.
Revealed and seen.
Built from others’ dreams.
The lie will not hold.
This is the purple path.
The one not made of stone, but of signal.
Of swirls.
A frequency of transmissions and knowing that speak directly to you and through you.
Of soulprint.
Of freedom.
And now, you are walking it again.
Not copied from others—purely, uniquely your own.
Delahrose 💟
