Prayer of Wholeness
In this very moment, as the weight of transitions envelops me, I feel splinters of energy, remnants of an ancient longing for a companion to walk beside me. These feelings surge, ebbing and flowing, as I grapple with the profound emotions tied to life’s ever-shifting tides. While I stand surrounded by the love and warmth of the universe, there are times when solitude’s shadow casts a veil, and I am momentarily ensnared by the illusion of aloneness. What is this sensation, this deep yearning? Perhaps they are mere fragments of an older version of me, vestiges of an old narrative I inadvertently gathered on life’s journey. A story that once whispered that to be truly whole, I must conform, must fit a mold, must have another to deem me complete.
But with a heart filled with gratitude, I declare that this is not my truth. I, and only I, write the chapters of my story, defining my essence and the depths of my completeness. From the very first heartbeat within my mother’s womb to this very breath, I have been, and always will be, whole. Every facet of me is a testament to this truth. I am worthy. I am complete.
I stand at the crossroads of introspection and revelation, preparing to invoke the very essence of my spirit. Let this sacred utterance, this divine incantation, guide me deeper into my truth and power. And now we shall begin the Prayer of Wholeness.
Invocation of Authenticity
As every sacred breath I draw, my essence resonates with a truth: I am the embodiment of the cosmos, an epitome of love, light, and the profound magic of existence. Each heartbeat, each whisper of wind, echoes the chant of my spirit, singing, I am whole. I am whole. I am whole.
The vast galaxies that spiral in the night sky, the ancient wisdom of the stars, mirror the boundless landscape within me. My spirit, ancient and infinite, recognizes that within its own rhythm and pulse, I have always been, and will always be, the very essence of the love I yearn for.
Heart, pulsating with memories of ages past and dreams of futures yet to be, I release the chains of desperate longing. Like leaves carried by the gentle currents of autumn winds, I allow my yearnings to drift and dance, trusting that they will find their rightful place in the vast expanse of my existence. The Universe hears, feels, and understands each silent prayer, each whispered wish.
Deep within, a voice resonates, its resonance rich with profound truths: I am the universe embodied. Mother, guide, beacon of hope; each role I embrace amplifies my power, radiating brilliance irrespective of whether I stand solo or with companions by my side. In moments of quietude, where solitude is my only company, I bask in the embrace of ancestors, the whispers of celestial guardians, and the infinite love of the Universe itself.
Spirit, cosmic weaver of dreams and realities, touch the tender spots within me that still ache. Even as my heart reaches out, yearning for connection, I stand grounded in the realization that my worth is intrinsic, unshaken by the ebb and flow of companionship. As I dance upon the multifaceted terrains of love, with one soul or many, I remain sovereign, free, and joyously open to the myriad expressions of affection and connection.
Every stride I take is a declaration. I am not a seeker but a beacon, attracting, by my very essence, all that aligns with my highest good. I am luminous, draped in ethereal grace, unapologetically radiant. Every moment, every interaction, is a testament: I am exquisite. I am revered. I am gentle strength. I am fiery passion. I am adored, cherished, and infinitely loved.
Enveloped in the enormity of these truths, I rise, an unyielding pillar of love, wisdom, and the radiant power that courses through every fiber of my being. Thank you Spirit.
Asé.