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Why does it get dark at night? The answer comes through stories of ...

09/06/2026

ENTRY #141

For years I asked God to show me Thy Will.

I expected visions.

Instructions.

A map.

Instead I received a day.

A body.

People to love.

People to forgive.

Work to do.

Tea to drink.

Grief to carry.

Laughter to share.

A sunset.

A bird.

A quiet evening.

Perhaps the answer was never hidden.

Perhaps life itself was the answer.

And so today, without fully understanding anything, I whispered:

Thy Divine Will Be Done.

Then I washed the dishes.

Both felt sacred.

07/06/2026

Today I saw my shadow.

Not as an enemy.

Not as a flaw.

Not as something to hide.

I saw it.

The fear.

The insecurity.

The doubt.

The stories.

The old protections.

The parts of me that learned how to survive.

And in seeing them, I did not judge them.

I blessed them.

Thank you for carrying what I could not yet see.

Thank you for revealing what was hidden.

Thank you for bringing me back to myself.

You no longer need to live in the dark.

You no longer need to control my life.

You have been seen.

You have been heard.

You have been blessed.

And now, you are free to rest.

As I am free to live.

07/06/2026

Today I realized something.

Sometimes the enemies I fear most exist only in my own mind.

I create stories.

I imagine judgments.

I assume rejection.

I project conflict.

And then I suffer from thoughts that may not even be true.

Whether people agree with me or not is not the real issue.

The real issue is whether I am willing to stand peacefully in my own truth.

As an artist, I never needed everyone to love my art.

I create because the art is true for me.

I share because it expresses something real.

My spiritual reflections are no different.

They are simply another form of art.

Another expression of my direct experience.

People are free to agree.

People are free to disagree.

People are free to walk their own path.

And I am free to walk mine.

Freedom is not getting everyone’s approval.

Freedom is no longer needing it.

I respect our differences.

I honor everyone’s journey.

And today, I choose to stop making enemies in my mind.

I choose peace.

I choose responsibility.

I choose to stand gently in my own truth.

PEACE BE WITH YOU 🤍🌙

07/06/2026

I agree.

A difficult childhood is real.

Verbal abuse is real.

Betrayal is real.

Illness is real.

Loss is real.

Grief is real.

But there comes a moment when we must ask ourselves…

How much longer will I allow my past to decide how I live today?

For years, I thought freedom would come from understanding why things happened.

What I discovered is that freedom came when I stopped giving my power away.

Not by denying the past.

Not by pretending I wasn’t hurt.

Not by blaming myself.

But by accepting that my life is now in my hands.

The past may explain me.

But it does not have to define me.

The moment I stop waiting for someone else to change, apologize, heal, or save me, I reclaim my power.

And in that moment, something shifts.

I stop being a victim of my circumstances.

I become a participant in my life again.

Not because life is easy.

But because I am here.

Present.

Aware.

And capable of choosing my next step.

One breath.

One choice.

One alive moment at a time.