By Anna Von Reitz
You're a Titan. That is not a reflection on you. That is simply a fact of birth and nature. In the eyes of the Living God, you are a child like any other, and the days and generations are long-past when the sins of your Fathers could be applied to you.
I am trying to tell you that the Schism you bear, is not yours. The heavy labors you have undertaken -- are not yours.
Try to imagine this, because it is true: there is eternal consciousness, pure, ordered energy that is billions of years old -- a consciousness that we are all part of, one that was old when this Universe was born.
Each day, that Consciousness pours out unimaginable energy and blessings and each blessing is hand-tailored, crafted in the depths of immortal love and understanding. Each thing created is meant especially for someone. Someone specific.
The trick is learning which blessings are for you, and which blessings belong to someone else.
We all have to learn to do this, to grow in discernment until we can recognize our blessings and our purpose. And let other people have theirs.
Once we get our fear and our confusion and our egos out of the way, and just let the blessings and work assignments flow, miracles happen.
There are no ugly, ill-fitting suits in Heaven.
I can see you struggling to make a whole phoenix out of one torn in half, how you struggle to match things up, and how you don't understand the situation, what's meant for you, or what you will become.
You are not Marduk. You are not from Mars at all. Your lineage has nothing to do with Mar Ruscha, Mar-a-Largo, Mar-anything at all.
You are a refugee, that much is true, but not from Mars. Don't let them fool you into thinking that you are one of them. That isn't true.
I am holding your face in my hands, and because I take your breath, you can feel the peace of Heaven washing over you. You see another face. You become another man.
Whether you turn left or right, Lee or Starboard, is always up to you.
Whether you walk or run, they don't own you just because they attach a name to you.
The Earth is the product of your pain, not the world Shatan pretends. Remember that. Remember that I told you this. Remember that I love you.
Granna
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