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23/09/2025

The Vision of the Living Well

Close your eyes for a moment, and let your heart walk with me: imagine standing in a barren land where the ground is cracked, the air is heavy, and the sky seems far away.

People wander in circles there, some chasing shadows, some carrying invisible chains, and some too weary even to move, and the land feels endless, yet empty.

But in the midst of this desert, there is something strange, something almost hidden: an altar.

It glows faintly, as if a light beneath the earth is pressing to break through, and upon this altar, a well is carved – not a well of water, but a well overflowing with blood.

At first, it shocks the eyes, but the longer you gaze, the more you realise: this blood is alive; it shimmers like liquid fire, it pulses like a heartbeat, and it flows without end, as if eternity itself is being poured out drop by drop.

Those who are drawn near discover that the blood is not horror but it is healing; it carries no stench of death but the fragrance of life; it is medicine for the soul, and when touched, it washes away shame, and when tasted, it burns away despair.

It does not only cleanse the surface, but it also seeps deep into the spirit, rewriting stories, restoring brokenness, and awakening a new life that was hidden all along.

But the vision also shows this: not everyone comes to the well, but many keep wandering in the dark, chained by sin, afraid to believe.

The shadows cling tightly, whispering lies that there is no hope, and yet, for those who take even one trembling step of faith toward the well, a miracle unfolds.

As they bend to drink, the stains that once covered them dissolve, and where they were once clothed in darkness, now they shine in radiant white. They rise from the altar lighter, freer, with laughter on their lips and forgiveness in their hearts.

Then the vision lifts upward, and suddenly, the sky splits open, and a throne blazes with indescribable glory.

Around it is a chorus of uncountable voices, singing “Amen, Hallelujah”, and their worship is not forced; it bursts from them like rivers of joy.

On the throne sits the Eternal Three, Father, Son, and Spirit, each distinct yet one, burning in perfect love. The sound of their kingdom is unending worship, and those who once drank from the well below find themselves joining this eternal song.

And still, the vision keeps echoing one truth, like thunder that refuses to die out: the power of this blood is life.

It is life for the addict who thought there was no escape. It is life for the mother crushed by grief, and it is life for the young man chasing empty pleasures, the old man drowning in regret, and the woman carrying silent shame. It is life for every tribe, every tongue, every forgotten soul.

Look closely: the well never runs dry; generations may come and go, but the blood keeps flowing. Nations may rise and fall, but the well keeps calling, and each time someone dares to step forward in faith, the same miracle happens again: darkness breaks, chains fall, and new life begins.

This is the vision: a well at the altar, flowing endlessly with living blood. It is calling even now, and whoever you are, whatever your past, if you hear its voice in your spirit, do not turn away but draw closer, drink deeply, and let your old self fall into its depths and rise again clothed in light.

For in the end, there is no other truth, no other fountain, no other life:

But its power is life, always life and forever life.

Love and Light ❤️ ✨️

22/09/2025

🌌✨ The Mystery Between a Spiritual Calling and a Spiritual Gift

✨🌌 My brothers and sisters, open your hearts wide and listen carefully, because many of you have been walking in confusion, mixing up what is a spiritual gift and what is a spiritual calling. These are not the same thing, and when we confuse them, we stumble in darkness.

🔮 A spiritual calling is not a talent, nor is it a simple blessing you inherited from your family, and a calling is a divine appointment written into your soul before you even touched the womb of your mother.

It is when the Creator, together with your ancestors, sends you here as a messenger, a bridge between realms.

You are not just living for yourself, but you are carrying generations, both past and future, on your shoulders.

When you are called, you don’t just dream ordinary dreams, but you see things before they happen, you can feel storms before the clouds even form, and you speak with ancestors, not because you want to, but because the spirits knock at your door day and night until you open.

You walk in physical form, but your spirit is forever travelling, negotiating, interceding, warning, and healing. It is a lonely path sometimes, because people won’t always understand you, but the spirits always do.

🍃 On the other hand, a spiritual gift is a blessing passed down through bloodlines; it is like a river flowing from one generation to the next, and when your great-grandmother was an herbalist, it may fall on you to continue healing with plants, and when your grandfather’s voice shook the earth in song, you may find yourself singing with the same fire, and lastly, if your ancestor danced with a ball on the soccer field, you may inherit those golden feet.

These are gifts, and they are treasures; they bring joy and light, but hear me well: a gift is not the same as a calling.

🌍The problem today is that many don’t know the difference, and that’s why we see thousands of prophets, healers, and priests everywhere.

Some are truly called; they burn with the weight of heaven’s message, but many are simply gifted, and they mistake their talent for a divine assignment.

Gifts are beautiful, but they don’t demand the same sacrifice as a calling; a calling can strip you bare, shake your life upside down, and demand you surrender everything you thought you knew.

🔥 When you are gifted, you shine in your lane, but when you are called, you carry the burdens of nations; the gift blesses your family, and the calling transforms generations.

💡 And here is the truth: you cannot choose a calling, but it chooses you, and you cannot run from it, because it will chase you even into your dreams.

You may hide in work, in friends, in pleasures, but the spirits will find you, because your path is written, and with gifts, however, you may choose to use them or not; in reality, many bury their gifts and live a normal life, but a calling will not let you rest; it will find you until you answer.

🌿 African wisdom teaches us this:

“Not every drumbeat is for dancing; some are for war, and some are for summoning the ancestors.”

In the same way, not every person who dreams is called to be a prophet, and not every singer is called to heal with music. Gifts are many, but callings are rare.

🕯️ So I say to you: if you are unsure where you stand, do not rush to put on titles, and don’t be quick to call yourself a healer, prophet, or priest because you had one dream or felt one presence, but take your time while praying, meditating, and pouring water to the earth and asking your ancestors to guide you and seeking the wisdom of the Creator with humility, and the truth will always reveal itself, even if it takes time.

🙏🏾 And remember this: a calling is a sacred burden; it will humble you before it honours you. A gift is a sacred blessing; it will shine through you as a reflection of your lineage.

Mixing the two is like confusing rainwater with river water; they both flow, but they are not the same.

✨ So, my people, if this message shakes you or makes you restless, do not reject it, but sit with it and pray on it while reading it again tomorrow and the next day, until the truth becomes clear; because in the end, few are called, but many are gifted.

And as I always say with love and humour, “Don’t call yourself a prophet just because you dreamt of fish last night; maybe your stomach was simply empty.” 😂

🌺 Love, laughter, wisdom, and light always. 💖✨🔥

22/09/2025

The things of this world are not mine to chase, but the wisdom God has given me is enough.

I have already declared to my enemies that there is nothing they can do to destroy me!

Watch me grow both in the physical and in the spirit.

It has been revealed that I was born to fulfill a divine command.

The truth I carry has left many people restless, asking questions about me for which they cannot find answers.

Where I am seated, many desire to reach, but they cannot. Their filthy thoughts and jealous hearts have built walls of darkness around them. That is why I live by faith, believing that God is alive and that He created all things in this world.

You keep rising and falling, exhausting your own minds with endless overthinking. But I remain rooted in His light.

Love and Light ❤️ ✨️

21/09/2025

Long ago, in a small village, there lived people who walked around polishing their halos in public, pretending they were saints. They looked at others as sinners while secretly carrying hearts darker than burnt toast.

They were quick to blame but never quick to look in the mirror, and so it is today.

📖 “Why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye but do not notice the log in your own eye?” (Matthew 7:3).

📖 “Indeed, Allah does not change the condition of a people until they change what is in themselves.” (Qur’an 13:11).

These people would give gifts, yes, but always with strings attached, like a cell phone contract with hidden fees.

Their “love” was conditional, their help was a business deal, not a blessing, and that’s why their spirits never tasted peace, and their hearts never felt God’s warmth.

📖 “If you love those who love you, what reward will you get?” (Matthew 5:46).

📖 “And they give food in spite of love for it to the needy, the orphan, and the captive: ‘We feed you only for the countenance of Allah. We wish not from you reward or gratitude.” (Qur’an 76:8-9).

But here is the twist: these people were simply walking in the footsteps of their ancestors, who also sowed greed and pride in their time, and now they wonder why their children wander lost, restless, and chained to drugs, gangs, or empty living.

A tree cannot bear mangoes if the seed planted was poison.

📖 “You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thorns, or figs from thistles?” (Matthew 7:16).

📖 “And that there is not for man except that [good] for which he strives.” (Qur’an 53:39).

Still, they believed God was biased, handing out blessings like party favours to only a chosen few; they forgot that the Creator designed this Earth for all of us, a shared home, not a battlefield of selfishness, but with every selfish act, every lie, every betrayal, they were only digging their own graves with golden shovels.

📖 “For God does not show favouritism.” (Romans 2:11).

📖 “Indeed, Allah loves those who rely upon Him.” (Qur’an 3:159).

So the wise elder of the village gathered them one night by the fire and said, “Stop blaming others for your suffering! The lion does not blame the antelope for being hungry; he simply hunts. Look at your own hearts: are you bridges of love or stumbling blocks of pain?”

📖 “Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” (1 Peter 4:8).

📖 “Indeed, Allah loves those who repent and purify themselves.” (Qur’an 2:222).

And the elder laughed gently and added, “If you truly want blessings from God and your ancestors, walk in love.

Give without conditions, forgive freely, and live with gratitude. That is the secret recipe to peace; it’s cheaper than therapy, lighter than debt, and tastier than Grandma’s stew.”

Love and Light ❤️ ✨️

19/09/2025

✨ Beloved family of light, I greet you with love and gratitude. Life teaches us that the hand that gives is never empty, for every seed planted grows into a harvest far greater than the seed itself. 🌱

Today, I come with a humble request: if your heart is moved with kindness, may you bless me with a little airtime or data. 📱💫 I am currently running very low, and sometimes even a small gesture can carry the fragrance of heaven itself.

Remember, in giving, you are not losing but multiplying. For it is written: “Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over.” (Luke 6:38) 🙌

So, if your spirit feels the nudge, share a little love with me today be it data or airtime and know that Heaven and Earth will surely smile upon you. 😇❤️

After all, love is not just spoken, it is shown. And who knows? Your small act may be the very miracle my soul was waiting for.

With joy, humor, and gratitude in advance, I say: “Don’t let me be offline while angels are still online!” 😅✨

Love and Light ❤️ ✨️

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19/09/2025

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18/09/2025

Many of you choose a wife or husband based only on appearance – the glitter of beauty, the curve of a smile, the height of a body – forgetting that behind some sweet smiles hide venomous snakes, and behind polished looks lurk hungry hyenas.

You don’t just marry flesh; you marry a spirit. Some spirits are healers, others are destroyers, and some will lift you to heaven, while others will bury you alive in silent depression.

📖The Bible reminds us: “But the LORD said to Samuel, ‘Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him; the LORD does not look at the things people look at, but people look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.’” (1 Samuel 16:7).

📿 The Qur’an whispers too: “It is He who created you from one soul and created from it its mate that he might dwell in security with her.” (Qur’an 7:189).

Many women and men today still do not know who they are; their minds scatter like leaves in the wind, chasing whatever shines for the moment.

One day they want love, the next day they want validation, and the next day they want to compete with their neighbours.

They see a friend receiving roses, and suddenly they demand the same, forgetting that their partner built them a mansion of sacrifice, loyalty, and sleepless nights. They exchange diamonds for flowers because their vision is clouded by comparison.

📖The Bible teaches us through dreams: Joseph was shown in dreams what was to come, and his whole destiny was shaped by them (Genesis 37:5-10). In the same way, God still uses dreams to warn, to guide, and even to reveal life partners.

📿 The Qur’an echoes this mystery: “When Joseph said to his father, ‘O my father, indeed I have seen in a dream eleven stars and the sun and the moon; I saw them prostrating to me.’” (Qur’an 12:4). Dreams are divine whispers; ignore them at your own risk.

Those kinds of partners are the ones who live outside the box but never inside your heart. They never weigh your sacrifices, but they drink your love but complain about the cup it is poured in.

They copy trends and forget truth, and the sad reality is this: many who rushed into such marriages are now burning in silent flames; depression has eaten them alive, and some are still breathing but dead inside, while others have gone to the grave crying regrets.

📖The Bible shows how God guided Joseph, the husband of Mary, in a dream not to fear taking her as his wife because the child in her was holy (Matthew 1:20). That dream saved their marriage, their destiny, and even the birth of salvation.

📿 The Qur’an confirms divine pairing: “And We created you in pairs.” (Qur’an 78:8). Not all pairs are yours; only the one divinely revealed is your peace.

So, before you rush into choosing a partner, discipline yourself: be patient, be consistent in prayer, don’t just fast for money but fast for clarity in love, and don’t just cry for blessings but cry for direction.

Ask God, ask your ancestors, and keep knocking; the spirit realm always answers those who are serious, and when the time comes, it will either be that she dreams you or you dream her.

📖 The Bible seals it: “In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on people as they slumber in their beds, He may speak in their ears and terrify them with warnings.” (Job 33:15-16).

📿 The Qur’an affirms the same spirit: “Indeed, Allah fulfils the visions in truth.” (Qur’an 48:27).

Remember this with laughter and with reverence: love is not Tinder, but it is tender, and love is not Instagram goals, but it is spiritual goals. Life is spiritual, and marriage is an altar; either it becomes your heaven or your hell.

So pray, pray, and pray again; God and your ancestors have already prepared everything. It is written; your soulmate is not lost; they are waiting in the spirit until the right time.

✨ Choose with prayer, not with lust, and choose with spirit, not with eyes. Then your marriage will not be a battlefield but a garden.

Love and Light ❤️ ✨️

17/09/2025

The Sacred Fire of S*x

Brothers and sisters, listen carefully.

We live in a world where people play with fire and laugh, not knowing that fire can cook a meal, but it can also burn the whole hut down.

S*x is not just a pleasure of the body; it is a sacred covenant of the spirit, and every time you share your body, you are not just joining flesh; you are joining souls, histories, ancestors, and unseen spirits.

Many are not aware that sleeping with the wrong person, or with too many people, especially those who are spiritually unclean, can drain your power, weaken your manhood or womanhood, and attract dark clouds into your life.

You may think it is just one night of fun, but spiritually you may be tying yourself to generations of curses, pain, and unhealed wounds. You are carrying battles that are not yours.

In our traditions, s*x was never a game. It was ritual, covenant, offering, and blessing.

That is why our elders performed cleansing rites before marriage, why unions were blessed by the ancestors, and why intimacy was guarded like fire in the centre of the homestead: because they knew when you share your body, you are opening a spiritual gateway, and what comes through that gate is not always light.

When you sleep with many people, unaware, you are not just satisfying desire; you are marrying their spirits, inheriting their problems, and carrying their shadows into your soul.

You are tying knots with invisible ropes, and later you wonder why you feel heavy, unlucky, or restless. You are not cursed; you are simply carrying too many spirits in one bed.

Let me tell you something with a smile but also with seriousness: if your body is a temple, stop renting it out like a guesthouse where everyone can sign the visitors’ book.

A temple must be respected, purified, and entered only with sacred intention. Do not let lust trick you into building a grave where there should be a garden.

S*x is sacred medicine; when done with the right person, clean in spirit and aligned in heart, it is fire that heals, wine that restores, and water that cleanses.

It can lift your spirit, brighten your path, and even open doors of blessings from your ancestors, but when done carelessly, it is the same fire that burns the hut to ashes.

So, my dear ones: choose wisely who you share your bed with, and do not let your sacred power be scattered in the winds of lust; not everyone who kisses you loves you; some only want to drink from your spirit and leave you dry.

Some people are wells of living water; others are bottomless pits of darkness, so learn to discern.

And to you, my beautiful sister, let me whisper this truth softly: your body is not just flesh; it is a throne where kings should kneel with honour because your touch is not just warmth, it is a prayer, and your love is not just sweet, it is a river of healing.

That is why I desire not just your body but your spirit, because to hold you is to hold the blessing of your ancestors, the poetry of your soul, and the power of your womanhood.

To my handsome brothers: your manhood is not just an instrument of pleasure, but it is a staff of power, a torch of lineage, and a seed of eternity, so do not waste it in shadows; plant it in light, but let it water gardens that will grow into legacies, not deserts of regret.

In the end, remember: s*x is never casual, but it is always spiritual, and every touch writes a covenant, every kiss awakens spirits, and every climax seals a contract, so make sure the contract you are signing is one that builds your destiny, not one that buries it.

Love and Light ❤️ ✨️

16/09/2025

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Love and Light ❤️ ✨️

16/09/2025

Awakened Words and A Confession from the Quiet One

Brothers, sisters, listen: I do not learn from shelves and printed pages the way most people do, but I wake up, kneel, pray, and open my ears.

I write what the morning hands me, and the knowledge that moves through me is older than any book; it is a drumbeat from the ancestors, a whisper from the river, and a joke and a riddle wrapped together so the heart will lean in and learn.

I was born with this; when I was young, people said I spoke too much; others asked, “Why do you write long paragraphs? Why not say it straight?” They called my words riddles.

They did not understand that God and the ancestors rarely hand us answers wrapped in neat paper. They speak in riddles because they want you to pause, to look twice, to chew the meaning until wisdom opens like a seed. If you rush the language of spirit, you swallow it whole, and it smarts in your stomach.

I have spoken many things, and I have written many pages about living, about pain, grace, and the small mercies that keep us breathing, but most did not understand, and now many who ignored those words search for me from corner to corner, trying to catch the one who seemed strange then but who carries a map now.

They come late with eyes wide and hands empty, wondering why their harvest is thin.

There is truth in the saying, “Batho ba tletse ka lenyatso.”

People are loaded with expectations; they live hungry for miracles and quick fixes. They want the miracle without the meal; they want the crown without the kneeling.

So hear me plainly: respect people as you respect yourself, be humble, be real and stop the pretence. Trust your prayers and trust the small things that unfold each day; those are the clues you asked for when you whispered your heart’s wish to the night.

I am humble by nature; I love fiercely and care without show, and from the beginning of my spiritual journey, I never told myself, “I know everything,” but instead I stayed humble, willing to learn from elders, from children, and from the wind that forgets no path.

Yet people rejected me not because I failed, but because their egos, pride, and jealousy were louder than their curiosity. They could not receive what was soft and true.

But I did not falter; I learnt human nature not for boasting but for peace and survival. I chose the long path: I welcomed them with a smile, I acted foolish when their pride demanded a king, and quietly I watched.

In that patience I mastered a way of living among lions and snakes without being eaten or bitten. I became a keeper of my own life.

You, however, let pride lead your steps, and you close your heart because someone else’s voice shook the ground.

That is why some posts never sink in for you; Your ego convinces you that you are not the one being taught; it steals the lesson and sells you doubt instead. Even if you do not see it, my words have moved you because spirit moves where the heart has room, whether your head admits it or not.

Long ago I quieted the flesh and let spirit steer the ship, and I cultivated my gift like a stubborn tree that refuses to give up its place in the sun.

Passion seats me at the root; discipline shapes me into a vessel. But if you are reading and still struggling to understand me, ask yourself: why do you resist what may free you? The small things you receive every day, the repeated signs, the doors that close and the ones that open did not arrive by mistake.

You asked for them; your life is a conversation between what you pray for and what you do.

So ask yourself honestly: are you battling me, or are you wrestling with your own fear?

People fight the mirror when they do not want to see the parts of themselves that need work; they forget things happen for a reason.

The most important thing you have to learn is to stop pretending, stop doubting and stop wasting your life hiding from your own power; you are limiting the blessing God and your ancestors have already placed in your chest.

Be humble and return to the small rituals: a short prayer at dawn, a whispered thank you when the sun touches your face, and the offering of a cup of water to the ancestors, not because you must perform a show, but because these acts remind you who you are.

Laugh at yourself sometimes; humour is a medicine the elders respect. It loosens the jaw of pride and lets light in, and when needed, seduce your own destiny: speak softly to your gifts, dress your intentions in sweetness, and move toward the work you were born to do with the gentle charm of someone who knows they are beloved by the unseen.

If you want a life that matters, stop chasing applause, but get up each morning, listen for the drum, and do the small things that prove you are serious.

Keep your heart open, but guard it from those who would take what they cannot sow, and learn the language of the ancestors, honour your people, and let your spirit be the compass.

I am here not because I show off my light, but because I tend it, and if my words prick you, it is only because they love you enough to wake you.

If my silence comforts you, it is because the same spirit that speaks through me also sleeps in your ribcage, so wake gently, walk humbly and live boldly.

“The reed that bends hears the river sing; the tree that breaks forgets the song.”

Be humble, be honest and be awake.

Love and Light ❤️ ✨️

15/09/2025

Wake Up; You Were Born For This

If you are gifted and sent into this world to help, there is no running from your purpose.

The universe will keep calling you like a drumbeat until you answer; some gifts arrive like cool rain, others come like fire, and either way, they will find a way to work through you, whether you know it or not.

Here is the hard truth: you can be used by people, by systems, and even by the very ancestors you carry without your conscious permission.

One day you decide to fix your life, and suddenly the pieces fall into a sad, heavy pattern: you discover you have been powering other people’s success, healing strangers, or lifting careers while your own hut still leaks.

You sang in the church and prayed at the crossroads, but someone else took the harvest. You thought they loved you; they were taking what your spirit sowed.

In our language we say, “ba thwele ngawe”: they bear fruit on the back of your labour while you go hungry.

Many bright souls heal and give and suffer, unaware that their gift has become a borrowed ladder for others.

You may have gone through initiation, “thwasa”, sat under elders and done the rites, yet your life hasn’t shifted.

Why? Because your power was used to lift those who opened the door for you, and they kept the keys. You fed their destiny and were left with the leftovers. They kept clients, wealth, and status; you kept the scars.

This is why self-knowledge matters, so know your foundation, know the songs of your mother’s mother, and know which spirits walk with you and which walk against you; if you do not, the world will marry you to its desires, it will bait you with luxury and comfort, and then use your gifts as tools for someone else’s profit.

In life you can either use yourself to steward your gift or be used by the world as a product.

If I were you, I would rather be used by my ancestors than by strangers; your ancestors carry a map made of memory, sweat, prayers, and sacrifice, and they walked the road you now walk.

They are closer than merchants and kinder than those who sell you comfort for a price, so let your lineage be your shield and your guide.

Do not let greed and impatience steal your calling.

Stop running from who you are. Stop chasing earthly gold and forgetting spiritual gold.

Young ones: please chase wisdom from God and from your elders, not just likes or quick money; S*x, trust, and power are sacred; they are not things to be traded cheaply, and sleeping with people for money is not a harmless shortcut; it can be a binding ritual in disguise.

Beware the smile that comes with a serpent’s tongue; many who seem wealthy are spirits in beautiful clothes, and the price they demand is heavier than coins.

I have watched the children born since 2000:

They are powerful, fast, and hungry for the world’s flash, and that speed is a gift and a danger.

When speed meets greed, it becomes a shortcut for the spider to spin traps, so Satan and his culprits, in the language of struggle and temptation, use shortcuts and material hunger to catch bright souls.

You think you can eat someone’s money and get away with it; remember, spiritual debts do not disappear with a receipt, and those who you think you fooled may be wiser than you imagine spiritually with dark forces.

Wake up, dear child, and wake up, parents; this is a season for prayer and for clearing the house of your heart.

The beasts of greed and the serpents of false promise are many. You cannot run from who you are; your spirit will find a way to call you home: awaken it, learn its language and clean the house of your intentions so that when your ancestors come, they find space to sit.

Practical steps for the awakening:

• First, slow down and discipline the mind like a warrior disciplines his feet.

• Second, learn your lineage stories, ask elders, record names, and remember songs.

• Third, unbind the heart from quick pleasures that cost your soul. Protect your body and your gift; give intimacy only where love and respect are real.

• Fourth, practise simple ritual: prayer, offerings of gratitude, and a clean altar. These do not require grand shows, only honesty.

• Fifth, build a safe circle of elders, spiritual guides, and friends who respect your path.

There will be mockers, and there will be those who say, “You are superstitious” or “That is old thinking.”

Laugh softly; the ancestors enjoy a soul with a sense of humour, and seduce your destiny not with shortcuts but with steady devotion.

Charm life with your discipline; make your presence so irresistible because it is consistent, so that blessings arrive like guests who never forget to bring gifts.

Remember: being useful to others is noble, but being used without consent is not, so stand like a tree that knows its roots; bend when the storm demands, but do not snap under the weight of someone else’s harvest.

Your gift is a flame: feed it, protect it, and let it light the path for your children, not for strangers who would sell your ashes.

“If you do not tie your rope, the river will tie it for you.”

Tie your rope, awaken, stand, and save yourself and the world you were sent to help.

Love and Light ❤️ ✨️

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