Please come back.
Together time with the energy of the nine eleven lost; the path makers and course changers whose life forces abruptly left and abruptly return. The sky’s their limit. My sensors unwrap, spread out, breath deeply, sit still this time. Avoiding black, absorbing the love of why they gather. Having been made better, reunite, bringing things for every one. Teaching us to do more with less. Without them. We’ve had too! But we do need rest.
But it comes again from the ground up.
Towers old and new.
A befitting rule: Opt out of anxiety pills today. To be spirit availed of manifest energies in vast array. Emotion overload, the souvenirs of discomforting skin tingling and tiny raised arm hairs. The bold pain of knowing the why, two days prior to nine eleven energy in the sky.
Go again, your own way, now.
Until next time.
Anyone can teach you about love. I can make you good at it!
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