“What a reckoning, what a reckoning you’ve had with yourself. And yet, be gentle.
I already told you, you are not hard.
Hard is the weight of the weak, the fearful. You are not hard. What would gentle do? What would gentle say?
Gentle would give me a cuddle, even though I don’t feel like I want one.
Gentle would hold me and give me space to soften.
Braved.
Bring me back to now.
What would gentle say? You are loved. You are guided. Everything is perfect. I gave you a gift.
And I would look out of my stupor and see the gift that I am whole, loved, guided.
That he gave me the gift of noise, so that I may discern the frequency I wish to hear.
Because there will be much noise. More and more and more. And I must get good at discerning frequencies now.
This is the guidance. This is the loving hand. This is the soft-feathered bed. This is the white cloud. This is the angel up ahead. Thank you.”
– Elisa
