๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฌ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ช๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐๐: ๐ ๐ง๐ฟ๐๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป, ๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ต | ๐ฌ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ ๐ช
10 years ago today, my father left this worldโค๏ธโ๐ฉน
And I donโt speak about him from a place of painโฆ
I speak about him from a place of truth, understanding, and awakening.
Because my fatherโฆwas both love and lesson.
He was one of the most generous man I have ever known.
A provider. A giver. A man who made sure we had food on the table through every season.
A man who gaveโฆ even when he had little.
And yetโฆHe was also a man who carried pain he did not know how to hold.
When he drank, he became someone else.
Harsh. Angry. Lost.
Words would come out of his mouth that no child should ever hear.
And as a little girlโฆ I overheard them in an argument.
I grew up feeling like I didnโt belong.
Like I wasnโt chosen.
Like I needed someone to protect me.
But lifeโฆ in its divine intelligenceโฆturned even that into a manifestation.
Because I spoke. I declared. I desired.
And I called in a man who would hold me, protect me, and lead me. ( I was married to 24years older than me)
That is how powerful we are.
But the deepest lesson my father gave meโฆ came before he left.
For six monthsโฆhe spoke death over his life.
Not once. Not casually.
But consistently. Emotionally. Repeatedly.
โI will drink myself to death.โ
โI will end my life this way.โ
Even when people tried to stop himโฆ
he continued to declare it.
And within monthsโฆhis body followed his words. He developed throat cancer๐ฅน
And thenโฆ he passed away for that short period 6 months.
But here is the graceโฆHe was given time.
Time to see. Time to feel. Time to repent.
Time to ask forgiveness from my motherโฆ from usโฆ from life itself.
And that is where I saw the truth so clearly:
Our words are not empty.
โ
๏ธThey are commands.
โ
๏ธThey are creation.
โ
๏ธThey are spells.
What you speakโฆ you invite.
What you repeatโฆ you become.
What you declareโฆ life organizes around.
This is not fear. This is awareness.
Because the same power that destroyedโฆ
is the same power that can build, heal, and transform.
So todayโฆ I honour my father.
Not just for the love he gaveโฆ
But for the lesson he became.
He showed me that:
Words are wands.
And we are always casting.
โ
๏ธSo speak life.
โ
๏ธSpeak healing.
โ
๏ธSpeak abundance.
โ
๏ธSpeak the reality you are ready to live.
Because whether you realise it or notโฆ
You are always creating.
Love & gratitude ๐๐
Auraelle
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