Hello, my love,

{A message from my guides}

Hello, my love,

We are here with you. It’s been a hard day, so deep, you are going so deep, honoring the guest of grief. Yes, my love, that is exactly right. This guest has moved in for a while. Do not resist her presence for she has come not to invade but to teach. She is a bit difficult. She doesn’t get up when you do, doesn’t always stay where you put her, but if you sit at her feet and listen, ah, now you will find the gemstones of truth that she is placing with great skill in your heart. She can be demanding. Surrender, my love. Surrender. Live these days with grief and praise on your lips, they both live in the chambers of your heart.

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And this old woman, this guest you did not bid, she is from the old country. She will listen to you like no one else. She has heard it all and still, she has room for more. Speak to her, cry with her, rage and stomp and kick at the earth with her. She will not leave your side. She is your companion now. She has hairs on her chin and finely weathered hands, soft as butter. She will stroke your hair and pour stream water from a leaf into your parched mouth. She will slowly take over the kitchen, baking oddly delicious food that is familiar in the recesses of your taste buds. This food is made of moss and bark, spiderwebs and clouds, raindrops and cocoons, and snails. She is feeding you the earth, the sky, and minerals of the water that flows over everything with vast patience.

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Grief… she is your mother now. She will hold you. She will comfort your ache and encourage your song. She will be with you for the rest of your life. Rest now, child. You had done well today. Allow sleep to renew your spirit and soothe your heart. We will send dreams to teach and ease your pain. You are on a journey with many guides. All you must do is thank them for taking your hand and showing you the way. Just give thanks, my love. That is all. The rest is in our hands.

With so much love, Bellissimo