Bring on the blessings. Bring the flow. Bring me abundance. Bring me peace, tranquility. Bring me back to me. The me that smiled. The me that laughed. Me. I’ve missed you.
The lights set low. The solitude. The numbness. The retreat. All have served a purpose. It is but a season. As seasons do, they change, progress, move on.
Like the molting butterfly, the outer skin hardens needing to be shed. Push, release the self-imposed restraints. You are ready, you are.
Be gentle, love yourself. Smile. Bring your submerged joy to the surface. Breathe. Ah, in, out, breathe. You are incredible, simply amazing. To know you is to love you. Honor those you love with this gift of yourself. Such power in your presence. Feel it, own it. Allow it to be so.
Personal peace is paramount. You must find self forgiveness. You must release ties that bind. Too much time is wasted in lamentation. Honor such times for they are as bread. You must also have the water. You need this water. This cleansing, healing, regenerating water. Let this water flow over you, through you. Ah, in, out, breathe.
A life in service is not always what you think it is. Serve yourself, fill your cup. Drink. Ah, in, out, breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Channeled message from Marcus Aurelius. He has a very gentle yet commanding energy. Known as the “Philosopher King” of Rome, Marcus died at the age of 58. Marcus endured the loss of eight children having six that lived. I asked him about such a loss, he responded with; ‘A pain I should not have been spared for the return is great.’