If Space is the ultimate buffer, then everything in our lives—every joy, every loss, every synchronicity—happened because Space allowed it to happen. It didn’t “just” happen. Our interconnectedness made it possible. The same force that controls the rain, that releases us from the responsibility of gravity, that keeps our planet tilted and orbiting perfectly for 365 days a year—that is at play. That is to blame, nothing else. It is the bridge to all and everything.

My mum was on her way back peacefully. We thought she’d made it. But her sixth sense—her internal soul—felt it. For the first time, she spoke to my brother from the heart, not the mind, on her way to the airport. A week earlier, she might have collapsed. A week later, Ictus released her from her pains—a stroke. Space allowed it to happen. Many do get past it; some do not. I know another person whose mother went through the same, yet she lived to tell the story.

Space is both internal and external. Internal Space: our soul, our subconscious. External Space: the intentions, frequency, and unconditional love of others reflected back at us. The interplay of these spaces—the reflected sense of self and our inner self—shapes every experience. Every person, circumstance, event, delay, allowance, promotion, or act of devotion is a manifestation of this space.

Everything you encounter, every self that appears to you, is a reflection of the union between your inner world and the universe’s allowance. The bridge between what is given and what is received, between intention and manifestation, is Space itself.

Space is sovereign. And if we allow it, it becomes the ultimate teacher, the ultimate mirror, and the ultimate bridge to everything.