I keep having memories of things that I must have missed. I looked over or ignored. Red flags. It feels like the problem is me. The pattern is me. Maybe I sabotaged it as much as he did. Mother, do you have truth for me? What can you show me? What do I not see?
Dear girl, welcome home again. And home, quite literally this time, you are going.
Take up your space.
You will attract what is meant for you and repel that which can not meet you.
You deserve to be met in the glorious magnitude of your full beingness. In all your ways and phases and heights and lows and in betweens.
In between is your truth, your world, your gifts. You have so many gifts and quite simply, these gifts need you right now.
The world needs these gifts from you, sweet child of the moon.
You do feel the call because indeed are the mountains of strength and the rivers of peace calling out your name. Go and be met, there, in the wild, just and completely as you are.
Leave the growing men here. Allow them to be behind you.
For the earth will bring you your mate. Your adam of growth and giving and god-embodiment. He is cumming. He is yours as you are already his, sweet one. He is preparing for you.
You make yourself worthy for that which is worthy of you.