Hold on. The worst is over. Those low vibrations, you don’t want to stay there. You’re in a tree where others are working their way up. There’ll be disasters and calamities. Keep looking up as you go. Look down only to lend a hand.

You’re a place of comfort in the misery. Somewhere realer. You can feel the weeping around you. The anger and the fear. The “why?” of it all. You have no answer. It’s everywhere it appears. 

Maybe today there’s nothing to say. It’s easy to be harsh. It’s harder to be giving. But that’s where the fulfillment comes. Nothing will be of help to you from the outside. It’s all from within.  

There is hope and there is light, laughter and carnivals at night. Smiles of innocence. This place that seems so real will only fall away. Some things sooner, some things later. But it’s all going away eventually. The unreal place is the realest of all. You can touch someone deeper. You can lift them so they can feel it. Somewhere deeper inside them that reaches beyond the suffering. Somewhere realer. Invite the pain, as it’s where the real work happens. But don’t stay in it. When you’re suffering, give your love more than ever. You’re a beacon. Lifting things to a higher condition of spirit. Without it, matter is inanimate. It’s the real behind what’s seen with the eyes. It’s what felt beyond the touch of a hand. It’s heard beyond the sirens, somewhere deeper inside. Where hearts commune.  

You bring comfort to the weary. It’s how you get your own. You’re growing. Taller and stronger, — now, more so than ever. Your eyes are of no use to you now. Use the ones within. 

There’ll be times of laughter. And excitement and hope for the future. But notice how empty at times those moments feel. As if shallow joy, or a saccharine high, often there’s no depth to them, and they change like the wind. But here is where you grow deep roots. And never worry. The pain will go. But something beautiful has happened to you. 

Your soul is your real place of being. Untouched by human words. Safe in your selflessness, you’re in all the trees and animals. You’re in the human condition. Lifting and healing as you go.  

If you can’t give of it today, it’s okay. There’s no measuring. No better or worse, or right way or wrong. But love however you’re able. You were made for something greater than what’s around you. 

You’re beautiful and you’re stable. You’re an anchor. You’re the rock of Gibraltar. And you’re light and unfettered. You’re all these things in the places not seen. That enters the world of the real, where things are in a constant state of decaying. In a wonderful place where giving is receiving. 

You’ll walk lightly today. That love is coming from inside you. You’re rising higher. The pain has seen to it. So you might experience real joy. Not of the fleeting variety. But one that captures all your soul. You’re loved so greatly. Like a mother to a child. Promise you’ll look in the mirror, and smile. If only to remember you have one to give. And perhaps see the beauty I see in you in that moment. You’re the gift that’s been given us. ❤️   

We’re so grateful to have you.  

☀️🌟💗  

I love you!