**Divine Feminine:** You are not too much. You are not asking for too much. You are the embodiment of love, creation, and intuition. Step into your softness. Trust your knowing. Lead with your heart. The World does not need you to shrink. The World needs your light.

*Paint Me Beautiful* by Corrie Thorne-Cameron

I have spent the last little while noticing something that has been quietly happening within me and beyond me. Not because someone pointed it out or because I suddenly became more aware, but because I could feel myself drifting further away from the woman I know myself to be. Somewhere along the way I began creating for acceptance instead of expression. I found myself translating what I truly know into language that felt safer, more digestible, more likely to be shared, as though my soul needed to fit inside an algorithm before it deserved to be heard.

It is a strange thing to witness yourself becoming predictable.

Everywhere I look someone is explaining what it means to be human, what it means to heal, what it means to awaken, what it means to embody, what it means to manifest. Everyone has an answer. Everyone has certainty. Everyone has become an authority on the tiny corner of existence they have experienced, and somehow that certainty has become more valuable than curiosity itself. We no longer sit beside one another wondering about life. We stand on stages telling one another who we are.

I have no interest in that anymore.

The older I become, the less interested I am in people who have everything figured out and the more drawn I am to those who still possess enough humility to be surprised by life. Wisdom has never felt like certainty to me. It has always felt like wonder. It has always felt like standing in awe of how much more there is to discover.

Perhaps that is why I have become so weary. Not because I have lost faith in humanity, but because I have grown tired of watching, “Performance consciousness” while slowly losing relationship with consciousness itself. Even the so called, spiritual world has become another place where people collect identities, repeat one another’s language and mistake borrowed wisdom for lived experience. Somewhere in all of that noise, I caught myself beginning to do the very thing I was growing tired of watching. I wasn’t ever looking to belong anywhere. But yet I found myself belonging. Even the rebel is “trying.”

That truth has been far more uncomfortable than anything anyone else could have said about me.

Today is what many people call the 7/7 Sirius Portal. Some experience it as a time of heightened awareness, expansion and alignment with something greater than ourselves. Whether you believe in energetic portals or simply appreciate the symbolism of moments that invite reflection, I find myself wondering if expansion has very little to do with becoming more and everything to do with stripping away what no longer belongs.

Maybe the real portal isn’t opening another doorway. Maybe it is quietly closing the one we have outgrown. Maybe it’s not moving from one cage into another.

Maybe with Neptune retrograding, it is closing the version of ourselves that keeps searching outside for permission while everything essential has been patiently waiting within us all along. Not hidden or lost. Simply drowned beneath opinions, expectations, formulas and the endless pressure to become someone who can be easily understood.

The influences are shifting. For myself, I never created any of my original published works to be liked. I have always been a little bit of a hot mess, that looks like I may have forgotten a step or two in the process, but I couldn’t pinpoint my misery I have been existing in and navigated my way through. Unintentionally I had began to perform. I had actually gotten away from myself, fear of judgment after a few years of seeing true cruelty and contempt of people, I found myself trying to be “safe.”

I have no desire to create something because it might be liked. I want to create as I always have done, through faith, because it is true for me and to me in the moment. Yes, it’s forever changing and shifting, that’s what it’s meant to do.

I no longer want to speak so that I can be agreed with. I want to speak because something honest has asked to be spoken. If that means fewer people understand me, then perhaps I was never meant to belong to everyone in the first place.

For me, this is what the portal is revealing and not another spiritual concept, not another teaching. Not another promise that everything is changing, of course it’s changing, nothing around us stays the same and neither do we. We age, mature and grow, immaturity is the shadow aspect of what we are unwilling to expand.

Simply the quiet recognition that I am finished playing in a world that rewards certainty while quietly starving authenticity. I would rather spend the rest of my life remaining deeply curious than become another voice pretending and scripting, following the teleprompter of well crafted structure of words.

I shutdown so much of my truth because I was tired. When you can feel, hear and see a tornado coming days before it arrives, then it also means I can see what people are thinking. Living is exhausting enough, pretending is deathly for me and I can’t pretend.

Perhaps the greatest expansion available to any of us is not becoming more extraordinary, you are spectacularly wonderful in your original form. But just maybe it’s about becoming honest enough to stop pretending we ever needed to be…

Much Love,

Corrie Thorne-Cameron, Author, Founder and Creator of More Than Existing

July 2026 Energy Update✨The Great Turning Has Begun.

The More Than Existing Way Energy update for the Month of June 2026 channeled by Mystic, Medium, Spiritual and Emotional Leader, Corrie Thorne-Cameron