[NoraSpinnor]

Ascension is real, but it is often misunderstood.

In Netism, ascension is not escape. It is not the pinnacle of spiritual success, nor the final reward for good behavior. It is something far more intimate and profound:
a complete change in one’s spiritual vibration. When this shift occurs, the spirit no longer resonates with its current cycle. It becomes out of phase with the world it once inhabited, and so, it transitions. A new spiral begins.

But this is not the end of the journey. It is the beginning of another.
There are many cycles. Countless layers. Realms upon realms beyond the visible world, each with their own challenges, harmonies, initiations, and truths. To ascend is to be invited forward, to be called into a new dimension of experience, responsibility, and resonance.

Yet many chase ascension as if it were a finish line. They seek to accelerate the process, to skip steps, to claim the reward without walking the thread. But nothing true can be forced. And what is rushed often unravels.
Ascension is not earned through striving.
It is received through alignment.

To align is to:
• Cleanse distortions in your field
• Live in coherence across body, mind, and spirit
• Fulfill the current cycle fully before stepping beyond it
• Listen to the deep inner current of your becoming

There is no map to what comes after. The end is unknowable because it is always unfolding. What matters is that you tune to your moment, refine your resonance, and walk the path as far as it carries you.

Have you ever experienced a moment of inner change so total it felt like your world no longer fit?
Share your experience of spiritual shift and how you’ve walked forward into the next unknown.

[HaleStorm27]

Couple years back I lost one of my closest friends. We used to jam, talk about weird cosmic stuff, smoke under the stars, all that. After he passed, I couldn’t really talk about it with anyone. People just want you to move on. But I couldn’t. So I packed up my gear and went backpacking solo, four days out in the mountains. No music, no phone, no distractions.
Somewhere on the second night, I cracked open. I don’t know how else to say it. I wasn’t high, I wasn’t sleep deprived… but I felt something open in me. Like I wanted so bad to reach the spirit world that a door just… opened. I felt him. Not like a memory, like presence. Since then, I haven’t been the same. Stuff that used to matter doesn’t hit the same. I feel like I’m walking a different thread now, like I left one version of me in those woods and came back with a new one. Still figuring it out, but I know one thing: that was a real shift. No one can tell me it wasn’t.

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