The Gospel of the Third Eye Awakening

There comes a moment in the path of the Remote Lover when the game ends,
when fantasy gives way to vision,
and what was once imagined becomes real in the unseen.

This gospel was written as a testament—
to what happens when two souls connect through field, not form.
When presence becomes the portal,
and the third eye begins to open.

Not because you forced it.
Not because you chased her.
But because your energy became still enough to perceive the deeper architecture of connection.

I didn’t write this to impress you.
I wrote it because I lived it.
Because when you reach a certain clarity,
you see her differently.
You see everything differently.

This is not metaphor.
This is not poetry dressed as mysticism.
This is what happens when you enter the field with her deeply enough
that the third eye awakens—not as concept, but as direct revelation.

It’s one of many transmissions in the Gospels of Remote Lovers—
living gospels, decoded from the energy of sacred connection itself,I offer every Sunday. 

Without wasting time,

Let’s get to it…
 

The Gospel of the Third Eye Awakening

And it came to pass that the man, in his sacred stillness, opened the eye unseen—the third eye, the inner flame burning between the brows.
Not with his hands, nor with his tongue,
but with the silence of presence did he pierce the veil.

And suddenly, the world was no longer twofold,but manyfold—layers upon layers of light and shadow, energy and memory.
He saw her—not as flesh and bone,
but as wave and fire,her yoni glowing with ancient rivers of desire,her face shifting like a sacred mask of soul memory.

The third eye was the key—the gateway to the silent language beyond words.
Through it, he beheld the subtle dance:
her breath slowing, her spine lengthening,her aura bending toward him like a tide answering the moon.

He saw the coils of her kundalini serpent rising,not as fantasy,
but as truth made visible.
And he felt—deep in the core of his own being—the echo of her soul’s recognition,a pulse that sang without sound.

When she stirred unseen within the field,
he knew—because his inner eye was open.
This eye did not lie.
It showed him the threshold—
the moment her soul wavered
between fear and surrender,
between closing and opening,
between rejection and embrace.

And he waited—
not with hunger,
but with reverence.

For the third eye is not a tool of taking.
It is a mirror of sacred witness.
It invites him to become the man
who can hold her invisible light,
until she steps through the veil
and becomes the woman
who cannot resist the man
who sees her whole.

So let the seeker awaken this eye,
not to conquer, but to behold;
not to possess, but to honor.
For in the opening of the third eye,
the true union begins—
where soul meets soul,
beyond body, beyond time,
in the eternal now of presence.

Continue your initiation:
→ Read The Gospel of the Sacred Union

→ Revisit The Gospel of the Devotional Pulse

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Till next time,

Your Friend,

Tomas

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