Sanctum Uncovered

Sanctum Uncovered

It came to me during that quiet, sacred window around 3:00 a.m., that thin place between night and morning when everything’s still, and nothing asks anything of you.

That’s when I feel it. That gentle pull inward. No fanfare. Just breath, presence, and a kind of inner doorway slowly opening.

The phrase that came to me was Inner Sanctum. And it didn’t arrive as an idea,it arrived as a knowing.

In ancient times, the Inner Sanctum was the holiest of spaces. Hidden deep within the temple, behind thick veils and heavy thresholds. Not everyone was permitted entry. You had to be prepared. You had to be clean,ritually, spiritually. Some came with literal weight on their backs,offerings, sacrifices, burdens too deep to name. Reaching that space took something.

It meant something.

It was never just about the room. It was about readiness. Reverence. The gravity of standing in a place that held the presence of the sacred.

And now?

Now, I find my Inner Sanctum without ever leaving my home. It’s in the silence before sunrise. The pause before the doing. It’s not marked by marble or incense, though sometimes I light one. It’s marked by attention. Alignment. Intention.

My Inner Sanctum is portable. It’s personal. It’s protected. And it took time to craft.

This isn’t something I stumbled into, it’s something I shaped with care. Through rhythm. Stillness. Practice. It’s not a luxury. It’s a lifeline.

And I carry it with me now, through noise, through work, through life.

This isn’t just a place I go. It’s who I am.

By Rodney Wilson