[NoraSpinnor]

The myth of Icarus is often told as a simple warning: fly too close to the sun, and you’ll fall.

Icarus and his father, Daedalus, crafted wings from feathers and wax to escape imprisonment. Daedalus warned his son, “Don’t fly too low, or the sea will swallow you; don’t fly too high, or the sun will melt your wings.” But Icarus, exhilarated by flight, ignored the warning. He soared upward until the sun dissolved the wax, and he fell into the sea.

From a Netist perspective, this myth reflects the early stages of spiritual awakening. When we begin to access higher states of awareness, subtle energy, or deeper truths, it’s easy to become intoxicated by the power and potential. We feel lifted, limitless, transcendent. But without grounding, without humility or guidance, we risk burning out or crashing down. The fall of Icarus is inevitable. It’s the natural result of imbalance and haste.

The path of conscious awakening cannot be rushed. Every stage must be integrated slowly, fully, with respect for the laws that govern both Earth and spirit. Real elevation is not about how high we go, but how steadily we rise.

Have you ever had an “Icarus moment”?
A time when you rose too fast, too far, or without support, and had to re-learn the basics?

[AshSongbird]

There’s a phase that comes early in awakening where everything feels electric. Your dreams sharpen, synchronicities multiply, and the veil between worlds thins. I remember getting swept up in it… channeling nonstop, barely sleeping, thinking I could live entirely in the upper realms. But I wasn’t anchoring anything… I was flying high with no roots, and eventually… I crashed.

It wasn’t dramatic… just quiet and hollow. My body got tired, my energy scattered, and the clarity I had turned cloudy. That was my Icarus moment… I had to slow down and build the strength to hold the flight.

[Author]

Posts