onthegoddessteam wrote:

Dear Friends,

Those of you who listen with your heart. Who greet me without expectation. Who brush past, leaving petals of grace for me and others like you and me, to sense, to notice, to accept, to acclaim.

I am afraid I have spent too long speaking the language of normals. I have forgotten the old language. The one I was born with. The one that taught me how to sing the holy. The one that showed me the infinite in a grain of sand, well, actually, the infinite in the grain of an oak table in the alcove of my kitchen at age 11.

After 42 years on this planet, the long tide has reached up and pulled me out of line, the lineage I birthed into. I always thought I was trying to fit in with them. I just realized I was trying to break free of them.

With love. I dare say, I do this with love. For myself foremost. They are paddling in a sea with forks. I have boarded an ocean liner filled with those who have eyes to see me. ME.

I have no idea what any of this means friends. I only type what my fingers reach for. It’s an intricate dance. God’s lips to my fingertips? Something whispers to me. Urgently. Telling me I must let you know that I have arrived.

Brothers and sisters, I am here.