On what connects consciousness and carries light between human beings
Yesterday, a sincere friend offered me the joy of discovering a word I had never heard before. An ancient Greek word, egregoroi, meaning “the watchers.” In early texts, these watchers were celestial beings whose duty was to keep humans awake to their own light. Over time, the word evolved. Today, it refers to the subtle energy that arises when several minds align, when hearts, thoughts, and intentions move in the same direction.
The Greeks saw in it a shared breath, a collective soul. Jung would call it a living archetype, an energy born of the collective unconscious, linking minds beyond the limits of the self. And the Sufi masters would recognize in it baraka, that blessing which descends upon hearts united by the purity of their intention. Three visions of the same mystery: what humans create together lives both within them and around them.
I do not claim to teach this. I have merely rediscovered it, as one receives a simple key after searching too long. Since yesterday, I see relationships differently. There is, at times, a particular density in the air. Something circulates. The Sufis say: “الأنفاس إذا طابت طاب الوجود” (When the breaths are pure, the world becomes pure).
I imagine it as transparent threads stretched between people. Some barely vibrate. Others shine like strands of silver. These threads connect those who aspire together, who pray, who create, who love. For an egregore to live, these threads must remain balanced. Too tight, they wound. Too loose, they fade. Harmony, the ancients said, is not the absence of tension but its right proportion.
Sometimes, though, a thread darkens. A presence that once lifted begins to drain. The common energy falters, the air thickens. One must then withdraw, not out of pride, but out of care. The Sufi masters speak of tazkiya, the purification of breath. To loosen a bond is not to destroy it, but to free the light trapped within. A thread released in peace still carries the memory of its beauty.
I have come to understand that everything we do, think, or share feeds an egregore. Friendships, families, communities, nations — all rest on these invisible fields we weave together. What we nourish with fear eventually closes in on us. What we offer in clarity spreads and transforms the world.
And if, as you read these words, you feel a subtle vibration between us, perhaps a thread has just formed. You through your attention, me through my intention. Perhaps we, too, are part of a quiet egregore, born of a simple desire for understanding and shared light. Before you close this page, take a moment to notice it, to honor it, and to keep it alive.
(Written in French, genuinely translated and reimagined by AI)
