You know what it is. You recognise It in an instant. It is your Calling. It is your Protection. It is The Great Spirit that watches over you, defending you in your absence, vindicating you in your silence, working for you in your rest. It is the Inner Voice that warns you against this and urges you toward That. It is the Destiny that awaits you, that speaks for you, calls for you, and watches as you stand for the first time, take your first steps toward It and grow up into Itself. It is the Divine Masculine in Its natural and rugged form sheltering Its creator feminine, guarding Its family, and protecting Its children. You can make It your heaven and you can make It your hell.

If you choose It, the enemy will be roused and contemptuous and attempt to distract you from It, to move you in another direction and you will know pain and sorrow until you return to It.

It is the natural order of things.

There are many working for the enemy, watching you from behind their own shadows, seeking out your falter and your fail. You know them, feel them, hear their lies, smell the stench of their langour. They cannot speak the words to your face. They cannot own themselves before you. Because of It. It is all around you. It is inside of you. You have become It. And they fear It. They tremble at the recognition of their own departing soul with every anaemic and apocryphal step that they flutter. For It sees them just as It sees you.

Rise. Rise within you. Rise upon the place you have been put. Step into the fullness of It. Let It guide you. Look for It. Listen for It. It is loving. It is restoring. It is damning. It is behemoth. But remember - It is but a quiet voice.

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