Please, show me my truth.

answers from the deep feminine

I am hurting. And I am questioning. What’s right? What do I need to see, Mother? Please, show me truth. My truth.

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Our dear girl, blessed are you with this heart which will never close, no matter how much you may in vain wish it so.

This is what makes you free.

And bravery. You are a vessel of strength. You get up. And get up and show up because you chose this.

All of this. Every fracture, fall, rupture.

Rapture.

You know you cannot know one without an other.

I can tell you, you shall not choose this pain again. You’ve taken your fill of it and next, you explore in an ascension.

You don’t need to go down any further. You need to look around and get to know the intricacies of this deep, dark beingness.

Feel how it takes. Feel how it gives. Love it. Honor it. Thank it and send it on its way.

For alchemy is next. You know what to do.

We’re all watching, full of reverent awe.

I bow to you, Goddess of grace.

So mote it be.