The Universe is saying There are seasons of the soul where the noise is not outside of you, but inside. Thoughts looping like old echoes in a canyon. Emotions rising without invitation. Old fears wearing new clothes. This is not punishment. This is revelation. When internal struggles surface, resist the urge to immediately bury them under distraction, productivity, or spiritual perfection. Let them rise. Let the uncomfortable thought finish speaking. Let the emotion show its face fully. A wound cannot leave the body while it is still being hidden in the basement of the self.