dear god…(12*)

Dear God,

The 9/9/9 portal at 9:09 p.m.

Part of me still kind of expects the clouds to part and for me to be lifted from this island—to wake up back in Scotland or Germany—or at the very least to receive a phone call saying I can leave, with no issue or hold-up, with grace and dignity, and ideally an apology.

Surely this is my month? My day? With all the nines. They appear everywhere on my chart: born in the ninth hour, on the ninth day, of the ninth zodiac sign, to parents who are both life path number nines.

I feel like the signs are strong that today ought to be my graduation, and yet I sleep tonight with no physical-world confirmations of that.

I suppose I feel like I’ve done everything possible, and that I deserve to be graduating—to be receiving all that I’ve asked for.

Don’t you?

All I can do is trust. And so I trust.

I trust that whatever You have planned is best for me and for my highest good.

I just so strongly feel that my plan for my life is aligned with Your plan.

How could it not be?

Whether I write books, or make music, or simply live happily ever after in high vibration and alignment—surely all are Your will?

And of course, I will be replanting Eden. (Which, also, feels like a book title.)

All of these plans require money, and my own palace. My own protected house. My temple. I’ve earned the right to this privilege. I know I have.

I now know that I can protect myself—or should I say, You protect me—even in the lowest, darkest corners of hell. You have proven this to me time and again. Just as I have more than proved my strength, my courage, and my love.

And now I ask You to raise me up. Match me and my value to surroundings that are aligned.

Please.

All my love,

Kayleigh