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Arcturus — A Beacon of Light and Love

  • Writer: Vess
    Vess
  • Dec 22, 2024
  • 3 min read

Updated: Oct 21


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Not far away

There is a place

Beyond space

Beyond time

Arcturus.

Full of light

Full of love


Full of… vibes. Think runway lights, champagne fizz, and that first beat drop at a rooftop show.


You may have never seen it with your eyes.

You may not even know its coordinates.

You may not even know it exists.


Arcturus isn’t just a celestial body.

It's a memory.

A mirror.



Remembering What You Already Are


A place that pulses with unconditional love, radiant truth, good vibes, and freedom from the illusions we’ve learned to wear.


You don’t just carry its light — you are made from it.


In a world that constantly asks us to prove, perform, or perfect ourselves, it’s easy to forget: we came here whole. Not lacking. Not broken. Not behind.


Part of you came from Arcturus — or rather, part of Arcturus came from you.


Whoa.


That radiance you’ve always felt inside?


The one that doesn’t need external validation to feel real?


That’s the Arcturian spark. It’s joy without condition. It’s wisdom without age. It’s the ability to feel deeply, love boldly, and see beyond what’s visible.


When you feel it rise — in a moment of awe, in a quiet act of kindness, in the courage to speak your truth, in having a blast at a dance party with your friends — you’re remembering.


Not becoming something new.

Just remembering who you’ve always been.


Like finding that fucking awesome luzury jacket in the back of your closet that still fits like magic. Oh hello, ICON era.


When you drop into the part of you that knows, even without words — that’s Arcturus.


When you love without fear — that’s Arcturus.


When you choose authenticity over approval — that’s Arcturus.


When you walk into the room glowing like you’ve just come from a Vogue spread shot on a spaceship — definitely Arcturus.


It’s not just a location.

It’s a way of being.

And it’s already humming in your bones like your favorite bassline on a rooftop runway.


We often look to the stars to find magic.

We imagine that real beauty exists somewhere far away — brighter, cleaner, purer than Earth could ever be.


But what if Arcturus was placed in the sky to remind you that the same light lives in your cells?


The same love pours through your energy field.

The same peace you long for in the cosmos is waiting in your own heart.



✨A New Kind of Power


Arcturus reminds you to reclaim your power — not the kind the someone else rewards, but the kind that can’t be taken or measured.


It’s the power to choose softness over reaction.

To see yourself clearly, without shame.

To stand in your glow even when no one claps for it. Or better yet — to clap for yourself while strutting through the produce aisle like it’s Milan Fashion Week.


It’s radical joy. Sovereign peace. Electric clarity.


And it doesn’t come from chasing anything.

It comes from doing what you love — whether that’s sound healing, soul-singing, 5D techno-pop mixing, or remixing your life like the avant-garde masterpiece it’s meant to be.


Arcturus reminds you that you are light.

You are love.

You’re not separate from the beauty you crave — you’re made of it.

Limited edition.

Divine original.

Never out of style.


Arcturus was never meant to feel far away.

It’s been inside you all along, whispering…

“You don’t have to earn your worth. You don’t have to prove your magic. You are the star. You are the light. You are the love.”

So laugh. Let yourself glow. Let your aura wear sequins.


And know this:

You are not a wanderer looking for home.

You are the home.


The light isn’t outside of you.

You are the light.


And you came to shimmer like stardust at an afterparty in zero gravity.


✨ You are Arcturus. ✨


Now go light up the room, preferably in something fabulous 💫

 
 
 

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