Someone echoed what I've believed in my heart and maybe it's a dream, maybe it's something I would like to happen, that won't but is there to give us a false sense of security in this scary assed world full of fear and anxiety that we won't be loved.
They said that this is a time for healers to bring about a change in conciousness, that brought forth into the world will be a future time that is nearly here for us all.
When we will all come to learn the truth that has been hidden, lied about, kept from us for so long that we are love, that we can create and spread it around for all.
The hundredth twelfth monkey that will mean it's too late in a good way and that the worst is finally over, that the bad is there to shine a light on the good and so are we.
Whatever the friction, the frustration, the desire to not believe it because we've been trapped in a state of being shown a little glimpse only to have it taken away again.
To dare to dream can never be a bad thing unless you fail to make them come true.
Fail to try, fail to love, fail to be whatever it is you were meant to be, to grow into.
All of us cells within a giant chrysalis slowly burgeoning into a new life to live.
To burst forth, onto fresh wings and fly into the eternal sunshine of the heart.
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