Remember?
by Sophia Love, published on October 29, 2020
The days are encased in déjà vu moments. These squeeze in between deep conversations, breathing deeply yet quietly. There was an urgency, followed with a sense of “any moment now” to this new sense of calm. It is happening all around us and within us and although calm may not be the word that you’d use to describe how you feel… here is what it actually means in the context of this article, and as an adjective: “free from agitation, excitement, or disturbance”
In other words, it is done. No amount of shouting will alter the outcome before us. Now shout if you want to, it may be more fun that way, yet volume will not change the numbers, and the overwhelming light quotient, which we have achieved, has determined the outcome.
We are witnessing the beginning. There is no need to worry. It promises to be One beautiful mess for a bit and when it is all said and done, a Masterpiece. We are the artists, the creators, the saviors, the designers. Every single one of us; Masters.
I know that it doesn’t look like much, yet I urge you to wait a bit; it will be magnificent. Pray. Rest. Watch. Believe. The New Earth is here. We just have to sweep away the old one and we’ve got a sizable place to clean up.
Let faith guide all that you do now, and leave fear behind. Roll up your sleeves and get ready to create. You can start early; it’s actually recommended that you do so. Dream of all the best outcomes and hold them in your sights. They will manifest. That’s how it works, remember?
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Here are words you may not hear today. Perhaps not ever. Yet they are yours. Unwrap the feeling that encases them and feel now the radiance of your soul.
For you are exquisite and no one has told you this.
Hear me now. For all those times of pretend smiles and fearful shattering’s… I’ve seen you. I’ve felt you. I’ve held you.
My wings, unseen, encase your heart.
Dear one, nothing can subtract from your worth. Bruised, beaten, disregarded and dismissed – you shine.
There is nothing insignificant about you.
Nothing compares to your light.
You are loved without limit, adored beyond restraint; a cherished bit of radiance all squished into a human.
You, yes you, are perfect.
Take that in. Now breathe.
It’s going to be all right.
You’ve got this.
We are the ones.
We have anchored the light.
It is done.
With so much love,
Sophia
