Directive: When are you going to meet your God? When are you going to hold space for Goddess?

I’ve been handling things. And picking up shambles knowing that you listening to me are going through the same. And quiet about the things you’re going through, knowing that it costs to tell someone offering services. It pays to tell someone else’s secret sometimes. And low on liquids, wondering what to sell to save a life. I have this heart, I have this voice, I’m saved in spirit and pouring out infinite access to heaven. People here don’t know what that means right now. People here don’t really mind it. That it’s horrid here, and numb the senses that warn of return. You listening are hearts worth keeping safe. And so, I’ve learned that in my agreement, offerings come in when offerings are sent out. I needed a listening ear, let me use this for you. I needed someone to keep me safe, let me facilitate this for you. I needed love, let me send this to you. I wanted someone to counsel my prayers, let me hear you. And reflection is the encouragement to be here. And the more I find myself in others, the more I’ve been present in my life. 517-303-6517. I’m not charging right now there is no catch that I’m aware of. Please no more stalkers. (My sacrifice is my own, I am of no other.)