Go deeper within, where the brambles tear at your skin and the sun is lost to the night. Go deeper, with only your breath and the sharp sword of your consciousness, and find the dark parts, the ugliness, the forgotten denizens that made a home of you. Find them and bring them back to the light. Bring them back, so you may look upon their true beauty and their purpose, and love them as yourself. Bring them back so that you may integrate them into your fullness, and in that integration they will become light, and you will rise.
It is here, love. It is now. You belong in this place, where the magickal meets the mundane. You belong at the still point in the centre, between all worlds. Breathe deeply into this place and you will remember why you came here. In this place your breath is life. In this place, the universe wraps itself around your little finger. In this place, you stand in your knowing as a creator of worlds, as a destroyer of worlds. You stand in your true power.
I see you. I feel all that you feel, the depth and breadth of your suffering and although you do not know me, I love you. I love you with all that I Am, because we are one, and there is no separating us. I came here in this moment to tell you that, and you know it is true: you feel it deep in your Being, just as I know the truth of you and your beauty, just as I feel your grace and your absolute divinity. I know a you that cannot be reduced, that can never be divided by anything. I know the power you wield and it is astonishing, and it is bound only by your imagination.
I am empty. The purity of potential, the zero at the beginning. I sit and feel, the rain beats my heart into sweet submission and I am nothingness, I am a vessel. A void. The tears come, punctuating my apathy and I am a cloud dripping sweet nothingnesss onto the floor, and I am grasping for something but there is only the purity of potential.
You came to bring light, and to do that you had to suffer. So it Is. You feel everything with an intensity that is frightening. You see visions in colours other people are blind to. You hear music in the wind and the water and you dance like the fire to the beat of the earth; and the moon sings to you every night, even when she is hiding, even when you are hiding. My darling you are magical. The rain longs to kiss your face.