Bergen. I couldn’t…

I fall to the floor. There is just too much. So much. It’s no wonder they couldn’t contain me. What is inside of my head… Some days, it feels like it will break me.

But…

“Get through it, lass.”

It’s so heavy. These halls…

I looked at the palace walls. The dias. The room.

“Own your power, lass. Claim it.”

The hardest thing I ever did was learn things no one ever thought of before and then speak them out loud, and then defended my thoughts against the pessimism, criticism, and the projections of others while standing my ground. And now, this day, as I stand here… It all makes sense. Too much sense. Of course they could not hold me. Look at what I am. My mind was never meant to be restrained.

“Open your mind, love.”

I See them awakening and remembering. I See them finding me and understanding. I See them knowing. I See them scared. “What are you?”

“I am you,” I will say. “And we are all gods. But we have forgotten. And we are waking up. It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay. There will be a divide. Those who know. Who understand. Who remember. Who believe.

And those who doubt.

And they will rage and hate and storm.

And we will grow and love and we will show them Power beyond their doubt and denial. A storm is brewing. A war is coming. And we all must refuse to fight. We all must stand our ground.

We all must peacefully claim out Truth and form our Reality. There will be no war. I make it so. We will love them and we will soothe them with our Power. We will forgive.

Forgive… Accept.

Forgive… Love them anyway.

Forgive… Nurture with Boundaries and Self-Love.

Forgive… Give. There is gifting in this word. Fore. Fore go. Fore… Sight. Fore…

I claim my Power. I Accept it. It is mine. It is my Own. And I become.