‘Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day’ a spirit says to me.

I listen to the sounds of my four walls that echo back to me, a gentle nudge to understand what i can’t see.

A voice so gentle, awakening.

I must keep them a secret from the outside world; they must remain need hidden.

They’ll look at me with a tilted head, tell me a screws loose in my head… My divine connection is in network, not like any of them, it says.

These whispers channel a response from my intuition, an inherent nature of the feminine, a third eye awakening, a profound discovery that’s ground breaking… My sensitivity is indifferent, not like them, it says.

I hear them. I sense them. I know they’re real. A true experience surreal to the unready eye. It’s beautiful here.

I hear a siren that’s loud beyond the conscious. a higher up that watches over my life telling me to just listen.

Listen. Listen. Listen. Of all things you can do, listen.

To the rhythm.

To the instruction.

To the sounds of the ether. All of it is happening for you… it’s up to you to swim… with the current or against… just listen.

_I hear myself say “you’re okay_.” The spirit snaps me back awake to say “Yes, my love. It’ll become clearer to you as you live each day that whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day. You will understand more if you pray”