Uncloud Yourself

Unclouded is your sky.  It is not shrouded in gloom or threatened by darkness where you cannot see Life in all its glory as yourself, as all you are.

You waveringly begin to regain the optimism that you believe you lost.  It is believed by all of you that mistakes are hard to undo; that they come to stay.  That is not so, Beloved.  I tell you only the good comes to stay.  It is your bedrock.  It is the truth.

Let it be that the thing troubling you is on its way out.  Let Me do it for you.

All I ask, is your trust.  Only that.

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