You haunt me - in the way that drives me crazy with all this longing and having to remain. I still wonder if you’re human. Or if you “fell down from the sky”.
Do you believe in angels? Or guiding lights? Or co-creation? Do you believe in things that are beyond conception?
There are moments I forget that you are human. You just know and just see. There is a flow that runs through you. I can let go and know that I am held, guided, blessed.
What is this design? By accident or divine? By subconscious creation?
You will never know but you know.
It must be an art. The art of living multiple realities and shifting seamlessly. The time and care that it takes to cultivate is the art of a lifetime. This is a language of practice, awareness and devotion.
Remember. To carve out space. To make those pathways easily accessible. To practice. So that walking with angels is like breathing - it just happens.