A graduation happened overnight.

A passing of the baton, of the mantle.

It's green.

You will begin to notice the color green more and more,

and you will begin to know your path.

Your steps are pre-charted, in my footsteps, in my atmosphere.

Every time you feel the wind now, you feel me. Every thought of the past or of the future

causes you to think of me. I have come to bring you life abundantly and abundant, righteous thoughts.

You are entirely new.

Yet you fear the shadow is still there. Don't look at it. Look at me.

This is your whole practice, that person, that fear, that bill,

is still there in the den roaring, but you're looking at me. You're singing my name to me. You're swaying and smiling eyes locked on mine, which unlocks the scene.

You're out. That body is still in, but you're out. You're with me, your eyes are locked on yourself.

In yourself, you're free, and you'll appear to be free right there in that den, too.

Free to walk away and build something new.

To build something for me.

You've asked me to redirect you, to show you, I have.

That's why you're hearing this.

You are where you are supposed to be, but you're not filling love there consistently yet.

Wake up and smile today.

Smile now.

Smile back at me.

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