Soul Reflections by Almita Sibila

09/04/2026

02/04/2026

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In the deep of time and shadow, beyond the veil of ordinary perception, there has always existed a figure of profound mystery and power: the High Priestess. She stands at the threshold between worlds, a guardian of sacred knowledge and a conduit for divine wisdom. From the oracles of Delphi to the vestal virgins of Rome, from the Celtic druidesses to the Egyptian temple priestesses, her presence has woven through the tapestry of human spirituality since time immemorial.

Consider Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi, whose prophetic utterances shaped the fate of nations. Or Hypatia of Alexandria, whose profound wisdom and mathematical genius illuminated the ancient world. These women were more than mere mortals; they were living embodiments of the divine feminine, channels through which the cosmos spoke.

In this work, "The High Priestess," I sought to capture Her timeless essence. The figure seated radiant and knowing, her jeweled garments a reflection of both earthly beauty and cosmic grandeur. Each glittering stone represents a facet of the natural world—the deep green of forests, the azure of clear skies, the fiery red of molten earth—while simultaneously echoing the distant glimmer of stars and nebulae. She is a bridge between terra firma and the celestial realms, reminding us that we too are made of stars.

In a world that often seeks to dim our light, embracing our inner High Priestess is a radical act of self-love and empowerment. It's a recognition that our bodies are temples, our minds are oracles, and our hearts are sanctuaries of infinite wisdom. When we step into this role, we not only transform ourselves but also contribute to the healing and evolution of our entire world.

“The High Priestess - 2024”
Mixed Media
2024

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26/03/2026

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24/02/2026

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Even in my deepest solitude, you are everywhere. In the silence that sits beside me, in the songs that play without warning, in the spaces between my thoughts. You exist in the ordinary moments when the world is simply moving on and I am standing still.

You are in my reality and in my dreams, in the quiet ache I have learned not to fight. I do not call for you anymore. I do not chase your shadow. I simply carry you, like something the soul refuses to lose.

— Chamod Senevirathne
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24/02/2026

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You are my constant. My echo across every version of life. My reason when everything else feels uncertain.

Even if the details change, the names we have, the lives we live, the roles we play, some part of me always knows it is you. It is not just memory, it is deeper than that. Like my soul carries a quiet imprint of you that never fades.

In one life, maybe we grow old together. In another, you are just a passing moment that stays with me forever. Sometimes we laugh together under the same sky, and sometimes we ache in silence, far apart. But no matter what version it is, no matter how things play out, there is always this knowing inside me. A sense that it is you I have been looking for. It has always been you.

You are the stillness in all the noise. The feeling I cannot explain, but always trust. Even if the stars fall or time forgets us, that feeling does not go away. It is steady. Quiet. Unshakable. Like a part of me was built just to love you.

— Chamod Senevirathne
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24/02/2026

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“Whether I live or not, you remain somewhere within me. Like an echo that never fades. Like a melody I can never unhear. Even if time strips me of everything, I know you will still be there, resting quietly in the hidden corners of my soul.

If I close my eyes for the last time, you will continue to visit me in my dreams. And maybe that is enough. Maybe love does not need to stand in the light of day to be real. Maybe it only needs a place to live, even if that place is silent and unseen within us.

That is all I want to tell you, Nova. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just this truth. No matter where life carries us, no matter what becomes of me, you remain here. Always.”

📖 The Unwritten Vows
By Chamod Senevirathne
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24/02/2026

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Loss did not just break my heart.
It rewired my mind.

Before, the world felt mostly steady. Not perfect. Not safe in every way. But steady. There was an underlying belief that tomorrow would look something like today. That the people I loved would come home. That plans were allowed to exist.

Then loss came in like a violent interruption — and my nervous system never forgot it.

Now my mind scans for danger the way it once scanned for joy. A cough. A late phone call. Snow in the forecast. A trip out of town. Someone saying they don’t feel well. My body reacts before my thoughts can catch up. Heart racing. Muscles tight. Sleep gone. It’s as if my brain whispers, “This is how it starts.”

Trauma doesn’t ask permission. It rewrites the rules.
What used to be neutral becomes threatening. What used to be normal becomes fragile. My mind learned that everything can change in a single moment — and so it tries to stay ahead of the next blow. It calls this protection. It calls this vigilance. It does not realize it is exhausting me.

Grief and trauma are not the same, but they intertwine. Grief is the ache of missing. Trauma is the alarm system that never powers down.

I don’t panic because I’m dramatic.
I panic because my brain remembers what it felt like when the unthinkable happened — and it is determined not to be blindsided again.

There is something strangely logical about it.

When love was ripped away without warning, my mind decided that constant alertness might prevent another devastation. It overcorrected. It turned up the volume on fear. It sharpened my senses until even ordinary life feels like a threat.

But here is the part I am learning, slowly and imperfectly:
Rewired does not mean ruined.

The brain changed to survive. The anxiety is not weakness — it is evidence of how deeply I loved and how violently I lost. My nervous system adapted to trauma the only way it knew how.

And if it can adapt in pain, it can adapt toward peace.

It will take time. It will take gentleness. It will take reminding my body that not every snowstorm is tragedy, not every illness is catastrophe, not every goodbye is permanent.

Loss reshaped me. It altered my sense of safety. It changed the way I move through the world.

But it did not erase my capacity for calm.
It did not steal my ability to feel steady again.
My mind learned fear because it learned love first.

And maybe — slowly — it can learn safety again.

12/02/2026

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If I could, I would wrap you in a blanket of love so no harm would ever come to you. I would line your path with the softest of moments so you could walk through life knowing you were loved. I would send you friends who remind you of your magic and help you sparkle in a world that needs your light. If I could, I would make it so the only tears you ever shed where those in joy and laughter. You are loved, precious soul. 💜

With Love,
Laurel