Story of Me

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I woke up this morning listening to the fall of the rain drops.  How I love the rain, when I'm not driving in it.  The rain is calming; it's cleansing.  To me, the rain represents the sky's outpouring of emotion to clear the earth from all of it's turmoil and chaos.   The rain creates life's pause.  It keeps people indoors contemplating the right now that leads to all of the next moves, rather than moving without any thought.  Thank God for the rain.

"Still here.  Somehow"

In that quiet time I was inspired to look back in appreciation for all of the lessons the Universe brought to me this year.  I was given time to insulate and heal.  Forgiveness was the source of my resurrection after unburying my soul from the grave of pain.  In that spiritual rebirth, I was able to tap into my soul and find the gps to my life path.

"Man, it took me 15 years to understand my worth"
 
This level of elevation has given me perspective.  Each event, whether positive or negative, has connected me to the spiritual network of the earth.  Every joyful moment or those causing an ache so painful that torture is the only way to describe them, served to reset my levels; keeping me in tune with the planet's vibratory frequency.  It has been ordained, preset, that I go through each episode and stage to gain my own version of a super power.  Sensing and then tapping into the pain of others to promote their own healing is a gift only given to a few.   You really break down the walls of distrust; then gain and earn trust if that ocean of emotion is one you swam through.

 "Listen, understand, this is preordain. This is written by God then we all came."

Yesterday I did a reading because Little gave me 3 new cards as a gift.   Took a lot of patience to let them charge fully, because the first instinct is to touch and go.  This time, it was time to do things a little different.  So I removed the booklets in each box, showered them all with sage and let Spirit lead me to the crystals that should sit on top.  And there they rested with the OG set getting charged by the alter, Spirit and the Moon.   When the timing was right, I did my own reading.  Cleared my own thoughts and asked for the wisdom of God to come directly from Him through the angels, messengers and my ancestors to guide me.  And so it came.  Took me a while to grasp the story, the message that lay before me.  The confirmation of path I am currently undertaking; giving a nod to keep moving forward in confidence.  Everyone will not understand, however someone will be blessed.  My help is here and more will come.  Everyone will not come along, but those meant to be will remain.

"The story of me, never would have knew me without it.  And they won't make a movie about it.  I mean, I guess they could but truly I doubt it."

I'll never reach my Highest Self, because that means the end has come since the requirement for that goal is death.  However each day I look in the mirror and greet my Higher Self as progress in love  and light.   This is my lifeline, in my lifetime.

We rise, we fall and pray
For better days
Why shoot we for the stars
And prayed for better aim?
The world, the pain remained
It never change
Long as the sun will show
The cold is still the same
Just try to make history
Gotta make history
Ain't no mystery
Gotta make history (history)
Know my history
Gotta make history (history)
Can't shake destiny
Just gotta make history, yeah, yeah, yeah 




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