Dear The Deepest Me:

I know you’re watching me somewhere. I know you’ve already lived this timeline, this dimension and this adventure. And I know you are always guiding me. It’s in all these ‘knowings’ that I smile and sigh, because I know I am being taken care of.

When I speak to you in my head or in my dreams, it feels almost nostalgic. As if we’ve had these deep conversations before, maybe in another life or as another fragment of me. We don’t talk as much anymore because I know you truly see me. I know I don’t need words to tell you how I feel or what’s going on in my soul, because you are my soul and more.

I see you illuminating paths on my journey. I see you before you even appear. I’m starting to predict where you’re going to go, what test is coming next and what experience is around the corner. I can feel your nudges and your knocks, I can finally hear you. So, yesterday when you gave me that mini test, I wasn’t surprised. You told me in my dream that it was coming, and I smiled in the unknowns of how you’d make it happen. And even though it did happen, and it did affect me, it felt so good to sit in the comfort of knowing it was truly meant to be and only to help me. So, maybe this life is just my projection and all experiences are simply a test on my journey (the bigger test)?

You’re not just there in my tests, you’re there in my happiness. If happiness was a sun, you’d be the core and the rays, while happiness would simply be the label to define it. I saw you in my smile, and then the galaxies revealed themselves in my eyes. I saw you in my conversation with another reflection of you. You know connection has a special place in my being, connection is a deeply intertwined creation. Even though I may be connecting with a different person, I’m really just connecting with another presentation of you. So, I saw you in him and I saw you in her – I see you in all.

Labels and words get so confusing when I’m writing to you because you are beyond this society’s definition of “correct”. I know your language speaks all and knows all these emotions so deeply; I have no fear that you get my message. I fearlessly believe you in all the ways you’re aligning my escapades. Even though the unknowns still get to me and I’m still learning to let go, even though free thinking is still foreign to people and I still don’t understand it – I still trust you. Through it all, you are always me and I am always you. So, my body isn’t just skin and bones, it’s love.

Love,

This Piece Of Me