I've never expected to be understood.
This was my mistake...
This was my mistake...
the first one.
Actually, it's the only one that matters.
This belief alone
created an end to any other possibility
or expectation
of being Loved
Appreciated
being Seen
in a way that is sincere
Real.
What is Real?
We each have our own Story
our own Will...
Trauma that is ours
alone
the Victim Vibration
that we feel sets us a part
from everyone else.
How ironic
all the world has faced Trauma
yet all the world believes they are alone
unique in their suffering
Something that clearly unites us, has somehow
divided us
It's perplexing.
We take our Story
We believe it
We become it
We action it
Until...
Until the real Me
or real You
The Divine
is lost somewhere inside a bad play
...inside us.
A whole bunch of bullshit drama
that means nothing in the larger reality of Love
...consumes us.
In the end
we are hidden.
Not because of this
that
them
but because of us
ourselves
Me
I did this to My Self.
There are no other players on the Stage
This is my Story
and I wrote it
I write it still.
Expecting so little of everyone
meant that I was the Star of every Show.
Showing up, doing more, forgiving bad acts
eating crumbs
as though it were a feast
fit for the Queen that I am.
There is no one left but me at this Table.
Why did I allow myself to believe that
no one could possibly know me, let alone, Love me?
The Real Me
The Divine Me
The Deep Me
The Me, who is I.
If I forget My Self
maybe
all the bad would be forgotten too.
All the ways I failed
My Self
Others
All the ways I hurt
My Self
Others
All the ways I nearly died or wished it
for
My Self
Others...
this is How.
This is how all that is unworthy of the Love that is Me
was able to convince me, of Unworthy Love
'...here are the reasons why' played for the audience.
Today
I remember Me
All that I am is only a fraction of the real Truth of Me.
Now
I require
'no less than'
Me
Now
I require
Divinity
The Infinite Flame is kindled anew
holding my Heart is a soft warm Glow
...its only Purpose is to Shine.
And Shine I do.
This is for all the Heartists who gave too much and required so little. Your Love is a Divine Gift, a Golden vibration that deserves not a peddler's claim, nor that of anyone who is not Golden in nature. The Value of You, is beyond reach of those who wish to deceive, steal, beg or pretend...your Heart is worth the soft Divine cushion it sits upon, and fit only for those respectful of its power to heal, its beauty in peace, its radiant glow in the face of darkness. Worthy only for those who champion its protection, its Light, here on Earth. Onward in forgiveness we walk, for all the world is a stage, and we are but players in it, learning at each intermission before we reach the final act. All is well my Heartists, all is well.
I remain,
Yours,
Lesléy
Hallelujah Heartist
