WetWork

I used to have a habit of feeling sorry for my inability to escape the pressure of my perceived persecution. It felt like the harder I worked, the less I had to show for it. And that’s annoying asf. But every time I went to take my tears to God…I was reminded of the part I played, before I could finish my sob session. Because I chose to terminate the seeds I carried…that were supposed to be planted on this planet. The insight I now have about my gifts, lets me know the potential that could’ve been passed through my parenting. So doing this work, without any of the (3D) rewards that should come from it, feels like Divine Justice. Since I took out the rightful reapers, of what I was sent here to sow.