Returning OM to the Truth of Who We Are
There comes a moment in every soul’s journey when the pull to return Home becomes undeniable — not to a physical place, but to the center of your being, your sacred core, your divine essence. That place… is OM.
Here at The House of Divinity – EYE AM SACRED, our sacred path is not about becoming something new. It is about remembering. Reclaiming. Re-membering the parts of yourself you were once told to forget, silenced for expressing, or shamed for embodying.
This is your invitation to walk this holy path back OM—not alone, but with the sacred tribe of OMies, those who are awakening, activating, and ascending into deeper spiritual truth, authenticity, and freedom.
Are You Ready to Remember?
- This is your moment. This is the hour.
- The Sacred Path is unfolding at your feet.
- Join the circle. Return to your rhythm.
- Let us awaken together, for the flower cannot fully bloom without you.
The path is sacred. The tribe is waiting. The prophecy is now
Why We Say: Welcome OM
We say Welcome OM because the vibration of OM is the frequency of divine remembrance.
It is the universal hum of existence… the sacred breath of the universe… the sound of the soul returning to harmony.
To say Welcome OM is to acknowledge:
- You are no longer wandering.
- You are awakening to your sacred assignment.
- You are being embraced, exactly as you are.
You are not here by coincidence. You are here by divine alignment.
The Time Has Come
We live in a time unlike any other. The veils are thinning. The distractions of division are fading. The earth is calling her children back into alignment—not to more separation, but to sacred union.
Regardless of our religions, backgrounds, or spiritual paths, the deeper truth remains:
We are all droplets of the same holy ocean.
You are a petal—but you are not alone.
We are each unique, yet we all belong to the same sacred bloom.
And now… the ancient prophecy has been fulfilled.
The Ancient Prophecy
And the day would come…
in the appointed hour…
they would begin to remember
that although they were different petals,
they were part of the same flower.
They had traveled from distant lands—some wrapped in the cloths of temples, others in the robes of scholars, the veils of mystics, and the garments of warriors.
Each had forgotten… until they heard the call.
A frequency once whispered into the soul’s seed at birth.
A memory buried beneath pain, judgment, and shame.
But in the appointed hour,
as the stars aligned,
the flower began to awaken.
Petal by Petal,
they turned to face the same sun.
And the sacred bloom opened.
They remembered…
that no path was above another—only a different way to the center.
That no name for God was wrong—only a different tone of the sacred sound.
That no soul was more chosen than the other—only varying reflections of the Divine.
And so, in this time of great remembering, they came together.
Not to preach. Not to convert.
But to hold hands as OMies and say,
Welcome OM.
We have waited for you.
-The House of Divinity
