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My truth. Your truth. The actual truth.

I’m not here to sugarcoat it.
I’m here to speak it.
In breath.
In frequency.
In the place where everything begins.

You’ve been told things.
Taught things.
Shown things.
And then you filtered it all through your own lens—your trauma, your upbringing, your need to belong.
That’s your truth.
And it’s valid.
But it’s not the whole truth.

Your truth might be a fortress.
Or a mirror.
Or a wound dressed as principle.
But truth—real truth—asks for no defense.
It simply is.

Ancient sages whisper:
Accept what is.
Come from peace.
But peace isn’t passive.
It’s fierce.
It’s the grace of Jesus walking barefoot through judgment and choosing love anyway.

Stop playing the religion card.
That’s your truth.
But the actual truth?
You walk under grace.
You were given a covenant of love.
Not to divide. But to unite.

Union between you and me.
Union between us and the Earth.
Union between the sacred sites, the waters, the winds. Union between your soul and the Infinite Light.

Less resistance.
More breath.
More truth.
Less performance.

Who are you when you’re not trying to be liked?
When you’re not trying to be the healer, the savior, the one who’s “got it all together”?
Who are you when the mask drops?

Less resistance.
More openness.
More of you.
Less of them.

Who are you when the mask drops?
When the wound no longer defines you?
When your truth becomes a silent frequency
that births new worlds?

Sin is sin.
There’s no hierarchy of shame. Every judgment is a mirror. Every trigger is a choice. Healed or unhealed — you are still sacred.

There is no little black book.
No curated circle of saviors.
No pedestal that makes you more divine than me.

Some of us hold the frequency of union.
Some of us are still learning to let go.
But all of us are being called.

We don’t live forever; we’re here to thrive, love, and remember. Pure intentions don’t need to be shouted; they carry a frequency that speaks for itself. Your heart sends out a frequency when you move with clarity; mountains move.

Control is not love. It’s fear.
And awareness? Awareness changes everything.

And in the middle of it all—
our inner child, knocking harder and harder on heaven’s door.

Sometimes the simplest truths die in a complicated world.
But love? Love always remains.

© Liza | Soul Reflections in Divine Light™