Every night before sleep, I settle into stillness. I pause, breathe, and speak simply:
“Dear Father, may I rest in peace, wrapped in Your love. And if there is work to be done, let it come through my dreams.”
Last night, the dream came.
I found myself standing before a vast assembly. Ordinary people. The ill. The brilliant. The vulnerable. Those labeled different. A complete collage of humanity.
They looked at me with eyes full of longing and hearts silently pleading.
“Show us. Prove to us. That the Father is real.”
In that moment, I realized I had no words. My heart trembled. My voice froze. The more I tried, the more I felt empty. Their brokenness echoed in my chest as if the world’s sorrow had taken root in me.
Then He came. No spectacle. No booming voice. Just presence.
He drew me into His arms. No face. No form. Only embrace.
My arm, the one carrying two decades of nerve pain, rested in His hand.
He whispered gently, yet I felt it in every cell:
“Pain is feeling. Feeling is frequency. Frequency is current.”
He did not remove the pain. He revealed its meaning.
This pain was not a flaw. It was a tuning fork. A mirror of the world’s ache.
I asked with the vulnerability of a child:
“But Father… how can I show them? How do I make them see?”
He answered with clarity and love:
“Hug.”
“Sing.”
That was all. And that was everything.
I understood. It is not the explaining that brings truth. It is the vibration.
A hug carries love in silence. A song carries love through sound.
This is the sacred path for messengers. For healers. For artists.
Not to convince. But to radiate. Not to argue. But to harmonize.
To hug is to offer presence. It speaks without language.
To sing is to offer frequency. It flows into hearts without defense.
The Divine does not need defense. It only needs expression.
You are not required to be perfect in speech or eloquent in explanation.
You are invited to be a vessel. Let your life become a quiet melody of truth.
Embrace.
Sing.
Let your pain become a current of compassion.
Let your presence speak when words cannot.
Tonight, as you rest, release the need to understand everything.
Whisper to the heavens:
“Father, I am with You. Let me be the hug. Let me be the song.”
And if you feel called to share, I invite you to write your own reflection, or voice your own melody.
Tag @Soulzest117 so we may rise and sing together.
With love and reverence,
Jethro Orion
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