Dear Collective Diary #32

The Grace That Arms You

Dear Diary,

Week one of the year.
The moon is bright. It hangs in the morning until the sun outshines it.

I look at my beginnings, my winnings, and the journey ahead. There is more to the shadow than integration requires. There is allowance. There is divine intervention.

Providence exists. I used to feel indebted to it, like grace was something that showed up only to save me at the last second. Today, my understanding is deeper. It belongs to those who speak to the spirit world regularly. So much of what surrounds us is hallucinated. So many distractions masquerading as truth.

Take a moment.
Breathe.
Feel God in the space.
Let your intuition radiate through you.

We live in a world that struggles with healing and cleaning because we’ve been programmed to siphon each other’s energy and stay inside narrow paths. We are not victims. Comfort is a temptress. It seduces us into stagnation. It rewards stillness that isn’t peace. I have grown disgusted with comfort. Everything it represents, even its quiet habits and familiar behaviors, makes me want to puke.

Am I shaming us for peace on Earth?
No. I am advocating for a life where I no longer need permission before acting sovereignly. I am advocating for the life I have entered. As my vision expands, my tolerance for constraint disappears.

This doesn’t mean I’m right and everyone else is wrong.
It means choosing to dance naked if you wish. Laws cannot stop you. External propaganda cannot either. It is you with God, the Sun, and the Moon.

I love this life.
Maybe one day we can love it together and find a way out of Hades.