midnight chat with the universe

a channeled message about coming home

and because words land differently when spoken, here’s a recording of me reading it.

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are you there?

yes, my love?

i want to talk to you tonight.

o.k. i’m all ears.
you know i’m always here.

yes, but i forget sometimes.

i know. that’s part of it—
the remembering after the forgetting.

yet remember when you were a little girl,
and you felt proud as a little rooster?

yes, i remember.
it’s my earliest memory—

when i pranced out to my sister’s first birthday party,
having decided, who needs pants anyway?

bare naked and oh so proud of myself.

it took you forty-five years to get back to her.

but you’re here now.
you are here again.

you never really left,
though you thought you did.

that caused you so much suffering.

but i’m so incredibly proud of you.

yes.
i guess it’s true.
here i am again.

thank you for always being here for me,
even when i couldn’t feel you.

you’re so very welcome.
and welcome home, my love.

aww, shucks.
thank you…

i love you.
so much.

i know.

you’ve always held me in the palm of your hand.
but it didn’t always feel that way.

mostly, i missed you tremendously.

i know, my love.

but somehow
i got myself back to you.

to me.
to us.

yes.

and i can’t wait to show you off.

my little red rose.
my rose of venus.

my proud little rooster.

yes.
i think i’m ready to shine now.

you think?
you already are shining, my love.

yeah.
i guess i am.

but it’s not my light.
not really.

what do you mean, my love?

it’s your light shining through me.
i am an expression of you.

yes—
and what a beautiful expression that is.

everyone is an expression of you this way.

but not everyone has found their way home to me yet,
like you have, my dear.

yeah.
sigh.

i guess it does take a long time.

how many lifetimes have i had to learn this?
and that’s not even including the ones
on other planets
and other star systems.

yes, my love.
you are ancient.
ancient of time.

you are my precious one.

you always have been.
always will be
my precious one.

you—and all of my expressions.
each a facet of my love,

a facet of the divine.

i am learning who i am through you, my dearest,
just as you are learning about you.

so too am i learning about me through you.

it is reciprocal.

yeah.
i can see that.
it’s beautiful, really.

yes.
truly it is.

i love you.

and i love you.

thank you for letting me learn
how to love myself.

thank you for letting me learn
how to love myself
through you.

i suppose it’s just a little love fest
between the universe and myself.

i thought i wanted a new partner.

since finn died. but maybe—

i just wanted you.

so much talk of soulmates
and love on this planet.

but i think we are really just looking for this—

for you.
for ourselves.

bingo.

yeah…

ok.
i guess i’ll go now.

it’s late,
and i wish to post this.

ok, my love.
i’m here.
i always have been.

glad you’ve found your way back to me.

i knew you would.

yeah. i think i always knew too.

love you… always and forever,

~the universe.

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