09 March 2026 

Welcome, dear soul, to a scroll that’s not going to be a pretty one. It will be short, sweet, and to the point.

In all honesty, I’ve been too sick this past week to care about dressing things up in pretty ways to be acceptable by… anyone.

But that's the thing about truth - it isn't meant to be pretty. Sometimes it's raw, unfiltered, and needs to show up in its authentic form so it can be seen, heard, and received the way it's intended.

This scroll, with its charred edges, has been pulled out from the ruins of those burned for speaking truth, its delicate form ripe with anger bleeding onto parchment.

As you already know, the Alchemy Scrolls were created to speak truth - my truth, your truth, divine truth - the truth that comes from sacred remembrance, awareness that the world as it is, is just a tightly-knitted illusion created by narcissists of the world who wish to keep us severed from our power.

But true divine power was never meant to be a hierarchical system of leadership and obedience, the way it has been for generations. A leader doesn’t need to be malevolent, feared, or blindly followed, but rather, benevolent, respected, and sincerely admired for paving a path that people want to tread. Rules once meant to guide evolution became rules twisted to enforce control over the masses.

This is no coincidence.

And while this control shows up in many aspects of our lives and society, this scroll will focus on one specific part: separation.

As a young girl, I didn’t see colour, race, or religion as anything but words flung around by adults who sat around tables and sipped tea like gossiping and berating certain groups was a sacred ritual. I never cared to uncover the meaning of those words, or the strings of belittlement that followed them.

I was quite content with being a child of the earth, excitement pumping in my chest when the ground vibrated with the pattering rain, or basking in the calm whenever the sun kissed my cheeks like the embrace of a guardian I couldn’t see. Deep down, I was aware of a divine power that protected and nurtured me, and I didn’t feel any void of something missing in my life.

That’s the thing about being a child. We are closely connected to God, or Source, and that inner knowing of Its presence was always felt, without the need to put a label on it. Its love, Its protection, Its grace, was always evident in the cycles of the moon, the cycles of the seasons, the mere cycles of sleeping and waking to a brand new day filled with new adventures and more discoveries.

Enter school, and suddenly, you’re made aware that you’re… different. The colour of your skin, the way you pronounce a word differently to the person sitting next to you in a room that felt suffocating, or different depending on the beliefs you’re meant to adopt, because somehow, “My God is better than your God.”

The thing is, the initial claim that one thing was better than the other was just a construct of the ego - a little voice inside one’s head that wished to be superior to another. We’re trained, from the first year in school, to outdo our peers and aim for higher marks and trophies as if those things would earn us a better standing with our Creator.

Everything was a competition.

Somewhere along the lines, by losing our autonomy, we lost the one truth that made it possible to be better humans, the one truth that ultimately makes the world a better place, free of the restraints of the ego that wants us to keep chasing and “outshining” the next person.

We are all one.

The Creator, or Source, or God, is the main source of all creation, which is responsible for literally everything.

As an adult now, after being indoctrinated by the rules governing our society, going through the challenges I faced throughout my life, surviving them, healing, uncovering the sacred truths residing within my being, and reclaiming my power, I’ve realized how silly it all is.

Culture, ethnicity, religion… when did we forget that we’re all ONE? I mean, religion in itself is the greatest contradiction. On one hand, we learn that God is omnipresent, existing everywhere, in everything, but at the same time, God exists as a man seated on a throne in the sky. This external outsourcing of God has erased the connection we’ve had with the Divine Creator as children, chasing more external validation through the accumulation of material things.

It is tiring.

I am tired of dressing truths in frills and pretending that the world as it is, is the way God intended it to be. We’ve come so far in human evolution, and yet, here we are, clinging to old dogmas and forgetting the one thing that remains unchanging.

You, me, the lady taking your order in a restaurant, or the man cruising down the fast lane in his Lamborghini - we’re all the same. While I might prefer a double-shot espresso, and you enjoy your herbal tea, our autonomy and preferences don’t make us any different. Not the colour of my skin, not the God you believe in, or the cultural norms of the next person, makes us any different.

We were created from the same soul, and the quicker we realise this, the quicker we can live in harmony with each other, instead of battling it out for power as if a border that requires a passport is meant to determine our worth.

Fuck that.

Fuck society.

Before this scroll comes to its end, I’d like to share a poem that might rattle the system a little. If your own system feels rattled, my only advice is to heal, so that you,, too, may be reconnected to your inner being and discover this truth residing within you.

That is the only thing we can do - heal ourselves so the world around us can heal…

We Are

I Am

I Am

We Are

Vessels of the divine

God working through us

Like shrines

Free of metal binds

Bricks and stones

Meant to break our bones

Our souls

Caged in buildings

Systems of oppression

Depression

Medication that never truly healed

We've been concealed

From the truth

Lied to through books

Of deceit

It's a tough pill to swallow

I know

We've been conditioned to believe

That God was everywhere else

How is God omnipresent

But not inside of me?

How is everything divine

But it isn't mine?

It's been a lie

This whole time

We are the shrines

With free will to decide

And all we've done is cause divide?

What the hell?!

Except, hell does not exist

It's just a state of consciousness

But so is Christ

And Shiva

And Allah

Then Shakti

And Hekate

All divine beings with attributes

As unique as each one of us

It was never acute

Not all of us can play the flute

Not everyone is a carpenter

Or like Artemis,

A skilled hunter

Collectively, our differences

Together, make us whole

We were created from one soul

Individuality was our power

Until it was stolen

But trust that we can be whole again

We were never meant to be sheep

Or to be so asleep

We need to remember that we are

I am

I am

You are

We are

God.

From my frustrated heart, to yours,

And still with the most unyielding amount of love,

Raaia…