My soul took upon itself to share selflessly a road to freedom. Not the road, but a road. One limited self dissolving into the vast ocean of void leaves behind a path walked in fresh grass. It is almost invisible and has to be pointed to. I point to it.
Every soul’s path differs in so many ways, but the soil and the grass are common, and everyone walks. I give tools to learn to walk.
I hereby give myself the nod and blessing from soul to soul to share myself as I Am beyond delusions with the select few that wait for my helping hand. They are in need, so why would I not lend a hand? Is it a choice? My soul has already chosen.
Think, dear soul, have you ever chosen the great things that came out of you, or did you merely let them bloom because those were your flowers, on your tree?
Be yourself.
Much love,
Lila