The angel of wood above a gate of a house at the Petit Sablon, Brussels

Dearest Warrior, Traveler, and Lover,

My dear Weirdo,

I see that things often feel stagnant and incomprehensible to you from your perspective. And you sometimes consider yourself insufficient, silly, not enough. Well, I could persuade you it is not true, as my perspective is complete and lucid and free, but that is not my role.

Do you sometimes feel like your desires do not matter? Often, you do not feel the love that you are?

I see you nodding there at the café, downtown of Brussels. The smell of coffee is so irresistible, the cakes behind the glass appealing, people are talking or frowning onto the screens. Scarfs, coats, caps everywhere, as it is the season when people seek warmth. The light outside is subdued, the sky invisible under a dove grey blanket. Each person here is soaked with ambitions and desires, though they often do know about them. There are couples in love and genders mingle and cross. Hallucinating for some, liberating for others.

Here, on the other side, all is fine, though I cannot describe it in words; human languages are short and limited to describe reality. And I could tell you: Do this, do not do that, stop fretting about this, pay attention to that, but again, that is not my role. You have decided to cloak yourself in the human form and make your own unique experience, so that you reemerge here expanded. Books published, royalties paid, success glimmering around your hair and body like an aura you cannot see, only feel? Your aura is clear, real, joyful, and vibrant, the people with whom you feel fine, they all sense it. You see and feel their energy, and that is part of your mission. To recognize kindred souls in other disguises and bodies. You are doing a good job there. Them too.

Does it matter what you are doing with your time and energy on the Earth? Will you be happy with my answer: Yes and no, or no answer at all? It is not for me to answer your questions, it is on you to ask them, to let the answers unfold, come from unexpected directions, from unpredictable situations and from where you would never expect them. It is a part of the journey, right?  You reckon you need more courage for all that? Nee, if anything, courage is what you possess in heaps, beyond measure, ready for use.

You doubt that? Do I hear swear words pouring out of your pores and from your keyboard keys? Yeah, you make me smile broader. Yes, we do smile here, or, better to say, we beam and radiate and penetrate every cell of you, the only one who doubts it is you. Such as your fellow humans, and then you mirror these anxieties onto each other. This reciprocity of fear is something you excel at, we are aware of it here, all of you have our empathy and support, nevertheless, we let you figure it out yourselves. Searching love in all possible and impossible corners? It is right there, in that warm, messy, coffee smelling place and everywhere else you go and look and do not look. I used to be in similar shoes many times and I will slip into another pair of sometime, you know, time has no definition here, but I know it is vital for you. The changes of seasons, for example. Now, you are heading towards the “end of the year”. There are so many ends and beginnings of the year, in fact, any moment you decide is the One. Okay, so be it also around the twinkling light season, with fasting and food, gifts, and visits. It is important if you decide so. Make it festive and nourishing, my dear Warrior, Traveller, and mostly, Lover. Finish the pumpkin latte and the carrot cake. Write a story. Call a friend. Call that person you so long and dread to call. Trust in each breath. I am here, I am pouring into you in each breath, and believe, I would love to make it super easy for you and let you know about the beauty and wisdom and clarity that you hold within, but half of the fun would be gone. And we do not want to you to be bored there! Do I come in the physical there in this “your lifetime” still?  Dunno, and it is not the point, as I have never left. Right, more doubts, swear words, objections, you know what? You are only making me smile again. So better pause and look out, the sun has found its way through the cloud blanket. Take another pumpkin latte, if you fancy, and go out to the street to drink it. And write another story, I do read them all, be assured.  

Yours,

L.