My calling

My calling to bring truth and healing into this world does not now arise from the trembling of an unsteady heart.

It was born in the hidden realms—

in that silent moment when the soul awakens

and the veils fall away,

and the heart remembers what it has always known.

My ascent did not scatter me;

it gathered me.

It drew me inward,

into the sanctuary where God whispers,

where peace is not merely felt

but inhabited,

where certainty flows like a river untouched by storm.

It is from this inner horizon—

this luminous stillness—

that my voice now emerges.

Not as an echo of pain,

but as the resonance of alignment,

as the pulse of a soul

that has tasted its own truth

and refuses to return to sleep.

Those who oppose my testimony

will weave their own stories,

imagining that I speak from instability,

from unrest,

from a place they can dismiss.

But they do not see

the divine architecture beneath my words,

the light that holds me upright,

the celestial peace that crowns my thoughts.

For I do not speak from confusion—

I speak from the clarity that comes

after one has descended into themselves

and returned with vision.

I do not stand from fear—

I stand from the quiet majesty

of knowing who I am

and Who guides me.

My truth is not the cry of a restless soul;

it is the breath of one who has risen,

the utterance of a spirit that has crossed thresholds,

the song of a heart

illumined from within.