It was insanity that came over like the overcast of the clouds that overwhelmed the earth this morning. The desperation of fear loomed like doomsday that paralyzed the essence of divine order.
The power of allowing fear to merge can be decapitated one’s potential to exceed one’s gift. As refreshing as a summer breeze, it’s a conversation of understanding the core value of your essence.
Romanced by the illusion that you are unworthy and holding thoughts that only
surfaced for split a second but has made its way to your cerebral permanently, nothing is more haunting than having constant reminders, daily checks of those words, interactions and furthermore, never facing those demons that thoroughly enjoys crippling your spirit and which you have allowed seep in like the treacherous demonic invisible spirit.
Seductive like a guitar that moonlights like the cascading renegade that poetically leaves you in awe.
The only straightening path is actively acknowledging that you must desert the ether and where your manifestation can explode, so you can cherish the day.
Many can amend, distort, or reconfigure their perception, but ultimately, the implication signals the depth of the earth. Grounded by the deep desires, and lulls at the obviate the complacent.
By way of the heart, copious as I drove to the mountain with the momentum to seek higher grounds. The reason that one stayed understood the indemnity that I held for so long, a fear that if I released the projections that I welcomed, and disregarding these images were a mere reflection of the powerless.
The power of fear is merely an implacable infinitesimal, like the storm that leaves quietly when it’s done. Nothing can quell the triumphant decree but is only seen in the nocturnal dreams.
Unvoiced with the expectation that drenches your lingering spirit that lamented the emotional torment that endured many shades of blue.
An intruder included the disheveled that encouraged the wise provision of the division that blissfully enchanted the unwarranted. A period of relief enjoyed the retribution of power because fear didn’t live here anymore.
It was foremost an army seditious but canvassed around finding a leech to cling on, but the serpent couldn’t find a nest to lay its egg as one wandered around. It would be remised of me not to bequeath this time, in which when you reached the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on because the other side of fear is succinctly delightful like the sweet mango that I quench with thirst on a pleasant summer afternoon.
No matter how difficult and scary it might feel, there’s nothing sweeter than knowing that you elated your soul with the truth. Overcoming the absence of fear is sometimes congratulatory, knowing that you had the faith to walk through that storm that no one thought you could face, but you did. Nevertheless, sometimes you’ve got to blast through it like a cannon bomb.
Not imprisoned by the risk, but taking the leap of chance that has gathered its bearings for me to see today because my presence is facing the fear head-on and knowing the consecrated has plowed. I am here to harvest a plenitude of greatness without mentioning fear in the ether. The mention of the ether is politely telling the servant of fear that the door is officially closed.
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