LETTERS TO THE UNIVERSE: 1 of 6

On December 11th I wrote a text to the Universe [and my email address]. I asked for specific blessings of the things my heart wanted.

Since that afternoon, with tears of anxiety and fear in my eyes, I have anxiously repeated my list. Not because I was dying to receive objects.....

Because I was dying to be heard.

And seen.

And valued.

By myself. By others. By the universal energy that provides.

And I've learned something since that you may find quite valuable.

I did not receive any of it without first asking.

First I knocked on the universe's door.

Then I began writing intuitively each day.

Pouring my heart out and sharing my vulnerability without criticizing myself for my:

NEEDS
DESIRES
GRAMMAR
TIMING
TRUTHS

I decided not to police myself or lecture myself about etiquette or principals.

Not to say "stop asking for things and silently work on them."

The truth is, when we silence ourselves it's like putting a cap on a candle.

We snuff out our own hopes and dreams.

We suck the air right out and then cry when we find the dead things.

The things we wish we had.

The things we wanted or needed so badly but refused to show up asking for.

Every day I read my list and I thank the universe for it all.

Some of the things in there include "an unexpected apology" and "a thank you note".

"The ability to give JOY."

"The ability to receive JOY."

My heart felt called that day to write out many things that served myself and others.

Every day since, I have been in awe as I watch it all unfold before me.

As I see the beautiful affects of allowing my heart to breathe.

Friends -- write your letter.

And do not tuck it away in your mind or a notebook.

Keep it out.

Read it out.

Tattoo the words on your heart.

Instead if reciting discomfort, speak the things you wish into reality. ♡

The answers are often waiting at the tip of your fingers and tongue.

J.S. Jaded Savior

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