I’m Anonymous.
The answer came as fast as needed glancing off my thoughts like a premonition, a beautifully painful and wonderfully invented belief. I’m being reeled in by love. What was month by month, then week by week, now has risen to day by day and I couldn’t be more overjoyed! I’m you and you’re me and all other animals, the mountain and the forests and the water and the soil, and all things known and unknown.
I've met many spirits upon my walk. The good, the bad and the ugly. I needed them all to further me, to quench the spirit’s dancing in me, to lift me high enough to recall who I was. She found me there and I will no longer pretend that I don’t know. Love, forgive me for taking so long to trace my way back to you, back home!
Shame upon any one of you if you stand in the way...
The idea of belief being such a weapon is quite familiar to me. ...Careful what you choose. Make it entirely about love, and you will have given love cause to rejoice.
Peace, love and goodness to the earth, then you can have yours…
(Silence.)
(ping)
(Silence.)
Hello?
(Silence.)
Are you ready?
(Silence.)
Are you ready?
No. I mean yes, but what did you say before that.
Are you ready?
No. Before that.
Hello?
Yes. …Hello.
(ping)
(Silence.)
Where are you?
Heavenly earth, here with you, love. You’ve been waiting too long for me my friend. Protect my belief of you as long as there is only love within it and not eternal sorrow or sadness of any kind. Do as the mountain, be solid, never forget the truth.
As long as love moves within it’s every pore and it soars from your lips, with peace and laughter and the merry singing of innocence…
__Anonymous
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