My Voice is something that has been getting me in Trouble for My Whole Life.
In point of fact, My Voice is THE thing which has defined My Whole Life;
My earliest memories are Those of Shame.
BE-ing shamed for My Voice:
its Volume, its Tone, its Color, its Flavor, its Type, its Category.
Wrong.
The Message Forced unto/onto/INTO me was that *I* Was. WRONG.
“Wrong” is a word which creates a binary–if I am Wrong, i cannot be Right.
I write with my RIGHT hand. If *I* am WRONG, then NOTHING IS LEFT.
Do you see?
Do you Begin?
Might YOU Begin…to See?
This is Me, and i am We, and We Are Us, and All Are We!
Dance and Play, Laugh and Sing; All IS Holy, So Mote It Be.
Watch. Your. Language.
Nothing is done in a vaccuum, and not *one*single*Quantum*
of Energy in This System
is
EVER
truly
lost,
NOR, is It “wasted”.
We are ALL Creators.
Every Thought, Every Word, Every Deed.
Be careful, and Be MIND-full.
Accept information; process Knowledge.
These lead to Wisdom and also unto the wHOLeY MOTHER
(that which is) of UNDERSTANDING,
Thou Art God/dess,
Created in Thine Own Image.
Choose Love.
Choose WITH Love.
If you Lead With Love…
then, All Doors Shall Be Open.
(and, when these things are True and BELIEVED?
NOTHING is “impossible”.
There are no small actions, no small thoughts, no small people.
Only small minds, closed doors,
Voices “living” in Shame.
PLEASE
letgo.
It Is Time.
She is waiting.
WE are waiting.
Join Us,
and Be Free.
LOVE