The Brotherhood of Belonging

There was a moment in meditation when I saw a table.

It was made of wood, long and simple. Around it sat eight beings, not men or women, but radiant presences, faceless yet familiar.

I did not know their names, but I knew one thing immediately: I belonged there.

Many of us walk through life feeling separate. We wonder if anyone could truly understand the battles we fight within. We feel alone even in crowded rooms. But that vision showed me a truth I had long forgotten: every soul belongs to a greater family.

We are not strangers wandering aimlessly. We are part of a circle of light, a brotherhood and sisterhood that holds us even when we cannot see it. Sometimes it reveals itself in visions. Sometimes in dreams. And sometimes in the warmth of a shared meal or a silent smile from someone who understands.

When you feel lost, when you feel like you do not belong, close your eyes for a moment. Imagine a table. Imagine a seat waiting for you. Whisper: “I return. I belong.”

You will feel it. The belonging has always been there, waiting for you to remember.

Belonging is not found. It is remembered.