I keep feeling the urge to do some automatic writing with you. Or my higher self. Or it’s you. Who knows. I just understand I’m to take a few deep breaths and listen now. Thank you, Angel, for your loving attention.
Let the past go. Now is the time. You are ready. You’ve followed a nice path to this present moment, and the moment is time to move along. Next chapter. What else have you got? Not to worry, the days march on, and this too will come to pass, and all is fine and good in your world. I made it so. You made it so. Our destinies move forward and back in time, so many lessons to learn, experiences to experience, roads to fly. I’m always with you, my love, trying to help from afar, which is truly just inside you. Keep working, keep packing, keep doing, keep breathing. Until we meet again, but not for a hundred years or more. Your faithful twin flame. Pie.
In his voice.