The promise is still in play.
Does it feel like it's dead?
That promise you've been holding on to.
I'm not talking about a goal accomplished.
Those are the smaller things of life.
I'm talking about that broader overarching understanding that you hearken back to every so often.
That anchor that holds you,
Keeps you steady in the eyes of the storms that swirl around you.
That promise.
The promise of your providence,
Why you're here,
The significance of your birth,
Its time,
Its location,
The preciseness of your presence.
That promise.
It's hovered over you ever since you can remember,
Whispering sweet everythings in your ear to keep you going,
Resilient,
To keep you motivated,
To keep your head high to the sky so that you walk straight,
Tall,
Aligned with divinity.
There comes a time when even that long-standing promise falls silent.
It feels like it's disappeared and you wonder if it was ever there to begin with and you begin to believe you made it all up.
It was all in your mind and you've been operating at some level of insanity,
Some level of delusion.
That promise.
Delulu.
It's what they say when you dare to share it with anyone.
They dare you to explain it to them so that they can understand.
And somehow all the words and explanations that have swirled around in your head,
In your soul,
When you open your mouth,
Your tongue just can't quite get it together.
And even when you do get words out,
Do get sentences out,
Do get explanations out,
Even to your ears,
It sounds absolutely insane.
Stupid.
You're stupid.
Crazy,
Delusional,
Full of believing nonsense.
Like this.
That promise.
Well,
I'm here to tell you that that promise is still in play.
Because it is the promise,
The promise that never fades,
Leaves,
Or even disappoints.
It's a divine mandate,
An authorization,
A command,
A decree,
Directive,
Instruction,
Sanction,
A commission,
An edict,
A declaration,
A warrant,
An imperative,
A word,
A charge you must keep.
That means it's a forever promise.
No matter how silent,
Seemingly absent,
It's always in play.
Operating underground in the shadows in places you have no business knowing about until you're ready for it to be right by your side.
Because this promise,
No matter how grandiose it is,
Has some parts to it that you don't understand yet,
That you cannot recognize right now.
If you saw it in this moment,
You'd see it as something else,
Even though it has your name scribbled all over it.
Today,
If you saw it with these eyes,
You'd read those letters as someone else's name.
So,
For now,
Your promise is underground until you're ready for it to be right by your side.
Close your eyes now.
Drop into that familiar place of connection and surrender.
Remember that you're sustained here,
That here has all you'll ever need.
Though it tarry,
Wait for it,
Wait for it,
Wait for it,
Wait for it.
You know the promise is still here because you feel it and you also feel the frustration of it not going live just yet.
This moment is for you to calm yourself down.
Trust me,
You do not want to run forward before your legs are ready to carry you that fast.
Breathe into the waiting.
Breathe into the stillness you must maintain right now.
Release from the expectation that's telling you now.
Now is the time.
It's not.
Be in the waiting a bit,
Just like it is right now.
I'll call you back.
Hey there.
Now let's give some gratitude,
However you'd like to express it.
And then mark this time.
What do you know now that you did not before?
Tuck it away in your heart.
Until next time.
Ashe.
