A wise voice once told me, that a great time in space, would soon come to pass. Days through which the cosmos, multiverse, the galaxies and the almighty Earth, were to be purified of all their pain.
Delicately it whispered in telling me this story, one that detailed an ever so divine, and triumphant plan. It foretold there to be trials, tribulations, passages of initiation, all precursory to a promise, one heralding an age of spiritual sovereignty, of energetic harmony, and of renewed cosmic peace.
The voice declared this as entailing a mission, one that encompassed such purification, restoration and rebirth. I too, as it commanded, would be required to take stock, to stand up, and valiantly flow with the prevailing celestial tides, in order to be free.
And sure enough, with the passing of the precession, with the synchronisation of the cosmic clock, that day, that time of reconciliation, it soon came to be.
And as I stood on the precipice, dive or fall, did I not. For at last, there again were those wise words, that once had been said to me.
Fear not, tire not, dear one, for it is now, and you are here. In this moment, in this time, as the past transits the future, the withering shadow, it dissolves, and forevermore shall it disappear.
It is the I, that I am, that is fearless, timeless and infinite, for what I am, is a grand sun of eternal light and sound.
And through the coursing of my very blood, through the emanating currents of my angelic spirit, the calling to destiny’s arrival, the door to ultimate reclamation, in this now moment, draws near.
By Justin Stewart
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