You are the reason why God is called the omnipresent. Think about that.
As you improve yourself and become the best version of yourself, remember some people will continue to look down on you because they refuse to look up to you.
A seed grows with no sound but a tree falls with huge noise. Destruction has noise, but creation is quiet. This is the power of silence… Grow silently.
(Hahaha …. Silence is a perspective.)
Say a prayer of gratitude, not only did you persevere, your light and power expanded. See the blessing, release the pain.
Song lyrics, “It’s over now” ….. only those words. The melody was from the song which following lyrics are …. “Baby you’re all that I want, when you’re lying here in my arms …. Finding it hard to believe, we’re in heaven.”
Lyrics taken out of order to deliver message from Spirit Divine. The time is 7:59 am pst on February 5, 2025.
You think she’s angry, but you don’t see, The weight she carries silently. It’s not the rage that fills her eyes, But tiredness in a thin disguise.
She’s not furious, but worn and torn, From dreams abandoned, hopes forlorn. She’s tired, she’s weary, she’s feeling lost, Paying life’s relentless cost.
She’s sinking deep in a sea of doubt, Crying softly, without a shout. Frustration builds, but not from hate It’s the closed doors, the heavy weight.
She promised much, her dreams were bright, But now she battles every night. She wants to give, to rise, to shine, But life’s harsh currents pull the line.
So when you see her weary stare, Know it’s not anger, but despair. She’s fighting hard to find her way, Hoping tomorrow’s a kinder day.
Fear doesn’t rule here. “Be Bold”, spirit says. Show your Love for the Highest and Brightest God who gave you Life despite challenges meant to end it. LIVE LOVE LAUGH … Anyway …
When God has kept you alive, despite the odds, one really has no choice but to move forward courageously, despite the risk … Blind faith looks like insanity when you keep going regardless of threat. How can one stop, shrink, play small, when God has shown how great He is?
When I think of “being a light” in the world, I envision my front porch light. I see the moths, the flies, and whatever else coming to the light, bouncing off the bulb, burning themselves, probably secretly cussing the heat of the light for burning it every time it bounces upon it. I think of the spiders casting their webs there, catching some of these tasty morsels. The webs and the dead bodies pile up and every so often, I have to sweep the environment of this carnage.
I think of my body, the bright light people claim to see and be drawn to. I think of the bitterness some spew, the deadly, energetic intention sent my way. Those who wish to devour me, hating me because they keep hurting themselves bumping into me, yet they can’t seem to help it, or stop. They demand I dim my light, or that I stop shining altogether.
Occasionally, I have to sweep my environment … on the regular, actually.
It is said, the higher you rise, the greater and scarier the boogeyman gets. It is true. Life is a spiral, ever rising higher and circling wider as the flow goes. There are those who wish for the rise to be a fall, where the circles made are small, limited.
These ones are very skilled and quite determined to retain their authority. They are no newby when it comes to silencing a challenger, or anyone who dare be a bird, rather than a worm.
Expansion is scary. The soul-eater is frightful … it is so much worse than anyone can imagine. Yet how can I shrink, when He who has gifted me life, to be here now, is offering opportunity I cannot fathom the greatness of, yet know exists?
Reminder to the Energies Standing Tall now, in me, and elsewhere :: Drink your water. Sing the song. Dance the dance. Cry the tears. Tell the Most High, as you know it to be, your fears. Let Him carry the burden and provide a solution. It is seen and known. The answers, aren’t always …
Alignment. The shattering of the heart. The expansion necessary, gained, when put back together. Like the Japanese cups that break, repaired with gold, You become more beautiful every time you drop, And gain substance in the structure, as gold mends the connections.
Courage does not come easy. It must be fortified in the mind, Layered in the heart, filling the Soul. That loving cup isn’t going to fill itself, And those intent on your suffering won’t let another fill it for you, For too long anyhow, before dropping you again.
