Heart Speaking

My heart asked me to go deeper, and this is the message it gave me..

Ask me, dear one.Ask me about the stars, the moon, the ocean, and the trees.Ask me how they speak to you.Ask me about my feelings.Just ask.Be curious and listen.

It is the first step to uncovering who you truly are amidst all the noise around us.Slow down. Be silent. Close your eyes and bow your head to your heart.I am the space where you tap into your gifts and practice telepathy, for that is how I communicate.

Oh, how I hear and listen to you every day. I see the busyness, the armor, the confusion, the fear.I am here, dear one.Here to guide you.Here to help you.Here to bring peace.Here to bring joy.Here to help you squeeze the juice out of life, to feel the precious significance of every moment—Even through the highs and lows,The darkness and the light.For it is all a gift, if you choose it to be.

The world is calling out for me.It’s like a child who longs for a hug and a kiss from their mother, to be told, "Everything about you is divine and perfect. Drop your armor and go within."But instead, the child pushes the mother away, stubborn and afraid to accept the truth that they are love.

As a collective, we are like stubborn, wounded children.We’ve been through so much growth over the years. Some might call it trauma, for it came with hard lessons, but that trauma is a gift—it’s led us to evolve, to create lives where we understand that everything is sacredly connected.

I am the heart that beats within your chest.I am here. Often calling out to you because I hear you calling out to me, even if you don’t yet know what you’re listening for.

I am your breath, your skin, your pain, your joy.I am your feelings.I am within everything, if you choose to listen.

I sense you now—interested, yet in denial of the power you hold. Wanting to surrender to me, but afraid it’s too good to be true.

I have the power to unlock good fortune in every area of your life.I have the power to see things as they truly are.I have the power to be calm within the chaos.I am you, and you are me.

You are not walking blindly through life alone.I am here for you, dear one.I am patiently beating, breathing, waiting for you to recognize your truest self within me—Where consistent and sustainable joy, peace, and love reside like a waterfall, endlessly pouring out warm, golden honey that makes you who you are.

It doesn’t matter what you do, dear one. I am always patiently loving you.

I see you for who you truly are.You are not your pain.You are not your ancestral trauma.You are not the hurtful words of wounded bullies.You are not your parents.You are pure love, waiting to be seen by you.Waiting for you to see yourself as the brilliant crimson sunset, magnificent, radiant, and perfect just as you are.

It may take time to learn your natural language after being away for so long. It’s like riding a bike—you may wobble at first, you may fall at times, but I am always here with open arms, strong and unwavering, patiently waiting for you to come back home from your journey away.