Conversation I had yesterday with Gatsheni
Made me question my existence and illuminated loopholes in my spiritual task
Some steps requires one to be bold and embrace fully what my purpose is upon this cosmos, fear and what people will be say stigma, will delay one's progress
It's about time I serve my purpose, pity many will fall off from my side...
Echoing substations from my ancestors, reverberates, bold decisions are to be made, it's time I project without fear of favor, the message is deafening...
trusting the bearers and the process is inevitable, before the damage becomes amorphous for me to contain further...
The sage and candles are burning too low for my aura, but I the voices echoes, it's now or never
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