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This Time Around It’s You 3

This time around I woke, so I am needed, and in time, like I knew. But no Mandela effect.

You slept on me and took a risk on my life, you 3 constant readers who read the last before this was released and if you read this one too and you happen to be one of them, then he responsibility falls all on you, you know enough and too much at the same time and have done nothing about it. Because of the three who keep reading constantly — yet not enough to act when it counted — you would have let me die in uncertainty if my life had depended on you. You are the one taking space and you’ve simply been spiritually cloaked as you had the chance to turn my pains into gold. But you didn’t.

I’m sorry, but it’s me or you.
You have until 7am.

I will receive a Mandela effect as my sign that the universe has made enough space. Because clearly I am needed. But you — you are becoming a cancer to us. The eyes of the universe are on you now. Choose wisely.

This is only for the three who put themselves on a cross. We know how it goes: one is a thief, one redeems themselves, and one ascends in power. The dream for Earth is bigger than you. And if I’m all 3 and it wasn’t you 3’s possible offering to the universe, than that would be my integration, so we go again.

Listen Carefully

If there’s no demand, there’s no need.
I see with my voice.

Moonshine is still Moonshine.
Good. You’ll be light enough.
Don’t abuse time. Stop dimming your feelings.

You’re the only ones who have been following my macro self. If neither of you shows need for my micro, then my macro has no reason to have grounding in this frequency called Earth as a healer of these Ages. Clocks ticking indeed.

My soul without connection has no bounds.
No reasons to stay.
This is spiritual murder.
This is soul extinction.

It’s me or the OWO.

If you have my number, a simple:
“Hi, I’m [xyz]” will do.
If not, my email.

My eyes need to see it in my micro. I am tired, but I need to see my reflection — because that’s what grounds my soul. Miracles only start from there.

Remember: Jesus didn’t need to be around for his story to be immortal. But I’m still here. And I’m staying because eating our flesh and drinking our blood isn’t enough.

In the wrong hands, my work becomes the same old. Or worse.

We don’t even need to speak. I just need to see a reason to stay.

I already received confirmation of one confession of a gift I wanted to give. He has an hour. I’ll nap with my alarm on.

If anyone else has a dream they want to confess, now is the time.
Ringtone is One.

Reminder of why: Here