My child,
Okay, I know you’re iffy on me. It’s one of those things, I’m used to it. However, I hear your prayers. It doesn’t matter who you say them to. I wish I could tell you all the so-called secrets of the afterlife, but it is not for me to tell. What I will say is that those you love and have loved were as honored to be loved as you were to love them. It doesn’t matter what was or wasn’t said or shared. What matters is what you know in your heart to be true. I won’t pull your leg and talk clouds and rainbows, I know you’d just stop reading, but there is no question that energy exists and that we all share it.
One answer I will give you, take it and hold it tight, because whether you believe in me or not, it is the truth.
You are loved.
You have meaning.
You belong and have a purpose.
Your existence proves it.
Right here, right now – live. Open your heart, let go of regret and let others in. It’s time. As you’ve often said – yes, I heard you – we make our own hell. Word of advice – don’t do that.
Tell everyone you love them, no matter how scary –
BE YOU.
Do you.
Know you are meant to be.
With Love,
God (or whatever you want to call me)
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