Sunset

Through the Silver Gate into the Golden Light

I am still on the long road home, driving back from Rovas Art Camp in Transylvania. Fifteen hours stretch before me, yet every moment feels like it has meaning. The camp itself was sacred ground—a place where art and spirit met, where I found myself dissolving into flow, where creation itself taught me its secrets. Now, on this return journey, the universe keeps whispering, showing me signs, guiding me through gates that open in the visible and the invisible.

It began with numbers. On this ride today, everywhere I look I see sixes: 666, 6666, and 606. They keep appearing as if the universe is speaking in code. Six is the number of the heart, of balance, of harmony, of the Divine Feminine. It is the vibration of love itself. When I see 666, it does not speak of fear, but of alignment: body, mind, and spirit returning to the heart. 6666 stretches that alignment into stability and strength, reminding me that love is the foundation. And 606 reminds me that even in the cycle of endings and beginnings, the center is love. Every time I see a six, I feel the universe tugging me back into my heart, into balance, into compassion.

But alongside the sixes appears another number: 33333. The five threes. It glows in my mind like a silver flame. Three is creation, body-mind-spirit, the eternal triad. It is the spark of divine expression, the child born of heaven and earth. When three repeats, it amplifies its song. 33 is the master teacher, 333 is divine guidance, 3333 is cosmic alignment. And 33333—the five threes—is a ladder. Each three is a rung, each one taking me higher. The first grounds me in body. The second clears the mind. The third lifts the spirit. The fourth bridges me to my higher self. The fifth unites everything into love. Together they reduce to 15, which again becomes 6. The message circles back: the ladder of threes brings me into the heart.

As I look out the car window, the sunset opens like a gate, glowing in silver, violet, and gold. I know I am seeing more than a sky—I am seeing the Silver Star Chakra, shining above me. This chakra, the Soul Star, the Seat of the Soul, hovers just above the crown. It is the place where spirit and cosmos meet, the threshold where human identity dissolves into the eternal. Silver is the color of intuition, reflection, the Divine Feminine. It flows like moonlight, soft yet unyielding, tender yet infinite.

When the Silver Star Chakra opens, gifts awaken. I feel clairvoyance, clear seeing beyond the veil. Clairaudience, hearing the guidance of the Divine. Clairsentience, feeling the pulse of energies around me. I feel the memory of other lives and worlds, soul journeys written in my being. I feel karmic threads unweaving, as old patterns dissolve into light. And I feel the presence of the Feminine, vast and flowing, rising within me.

Across cultures this chakra has always been known, though by different names. In Yoga, it is the lotus of Sahasrara, blossoming into pure consciousness. In Buddhism, it is the radiant crown of the Buddha, the uṣṇīṣa shining with enlightenment. In Kabbalah, it is Keter, the crown where Divine light enters creation. In Sufism, it is the subtle organ awakened through remembrance. In Christian mysticism, it is the halo of saints. In Taoism, it is Baihui, the silver point where heaven and human unite. In every culture, it is the same truth: the crown beyond the crown, the gateway to the infinite.

And I know this is not the final gate. For beyond silver lies gold. Ahead of me is the Gold Chakra, the Christ Consciousness, waiting in Bethlehem this Christmas. The silver opens the way, but the gold is birth itself: the awakening of divine love on Earth. I feel that I am being prepared to give birth to this consciousness, to embody it, to carry it into the world like light born in a manger.

This entire journey has been teaching me. Even my heartbreak has been part of it. Because when your heart breaks, it does not close—it opens. It expands wider than it was before. The pain of breaking is the pain of expansion, of walls falling away, of light pouring in. My broken heart is not an ending but a gateway, a widening, the very passage through which Christ Consciousness can be born.

So I continue driving, the sunset fading, the numbers glowing, the Silver Star shining above, the Gold waiting ahead. I see 666, 606, 33333, and 15. I feel the flow of the Divine Feminine, the gifts of clairvoyance and love awakening. I know this is the chart, the map, the song of my soul: from six to three, from silver to gold, from heartbreak to love. The road is long, but it is also eternal. I am already walking through the gate.