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Last weekend I was able to take a step outside of reality. I was a little afraid of doing so, but I decided that I was going to just go with it and get whatever I could out of the whole deal. So I did. I was a little unprepared for what happened. I went to a cold, desperate, exploitative place and I was showered with love, affection and really good attention. I had the privilege to meet and spend time with some wonderful people who genuinely liked me. I was told how real I am. I was told that I am beautiful. I was told how much my presence at the moment was appreciated. I was told what an amazing lover I am. I was told what a fantastic friend I am. Events occurred which proved to me that I am a lucky person. I was encouraged to fight for what I want, while at the same time reminded that some things aren't worth fighting for. Little lessons, little messages, little gifts, all presented to me by angels who love me.
However I had to return to reality. I carry these gifts with me, but I struggle to make sense of it all. Understand that some of the things that happened to me are things that just plain do not happen in the real world. They certainly don't happen to me. But they did. And I can't just discount them. Things happen for a reason. These messages I have been given carry immense weight. They pack quite a punch, and I am still processing them all. Still trying to find my feet, in my real life.
While I am feeling a small bit of confusion, and some apprehension, what I feel most is gratitude.
Gratitude and a sense of obligation. I owe it to these angels to use these gifts. I must not waste this wisdom and grace