Unveiled Day 6

You are with yourself. 
Alone.
The mysterious wonder of the Underworld.
Glimmers around you. 
 
You hold what is yours.
What had been lost.
And now.
Reclaimed.
 
You hold.
A truth.
In your hands.
And you get to welcome it back.
Into your being. 
 
Your time in the Underworld.
Is coming to a close.
It is not a space. 
Where many can linger.
You get to experience the mystery.
You get to find the treasure.
And then.
You must leave. 
 
In a moment.
A door will fashion itself.
Before you.
In a moment.
It will open.
And once again.
You will be beckoned.
Through. 
 
In a moment.
The Underworld.
Our time together.
Will be in the past.
You will walk through the door.
Make your way up a corridor that is strange to your eyes.
Yet, familiar to your bones.
Then.
You will be back.
To the world you know.
The life you live. 
 
When you step through the door.
You will begin.
To weave.
What you have reclaimed.
Into your being.
Each step taken.
Between here.
And there.
Will help.
To form what was.
Into what is and will be.
But that is only a beginning. 
 
There is magic afoot, of course.
But much of that magic.
Is found.
In the moments of your life.
When you choose.
To bring closer.
What you now hold in your hands.
 
When you walk through the door.
When you go back.
To the land of the known.
You will carry with you.
What you have reclaimed.
And.
When you return.
Home.
It is there.
That the true weaving will be done. 
 
You can.
You must.
Be willing.
To choose.
To bring what was.
Into what is.
Wherever you can.
Each act.
Will anchor it more.
Within your being.
Until it is.
Once again.
A part of you. 
 
But before the moment comes.
Before the door appears.
Take a breath.
Find yourself.
Exactly as you were.
Exactly where you are.
Feel what has transpired.
Know what has changed. 
 
Today.
Your quest.
Is to once again.
Walk through the door.
When it appears.
And it will appear.
Feel what you are bringing with you.
Acknowledge what you have reclaimed.
Offer devotion.
To yourself.
And the practice of reclamation. 
 
Begin to weave.
Into your day.
Into your ways.
What you have traveled far to once again hold in your hands.
Time is required.
And in the world in which you dwell.
You have that time to take. 
 
The door shimmers its way into existence. 
It is here where we part.
The next steps are for you.
Alone. 
 
But.
Before we tangle ourselves.
In new endings and beginnings.
Let me offer you.
One last gift. 
 
As someone who spends her days.
Enrobed in the mystery.
I know.
That one day.
Perhaps today.
Perhaps tomorrow.
Perhaps in more tomorrows than we can count.
The mystery will have a message for you.
An invitation.
A spark.
When you feel this calling.
Tug at your being.
Know that I will be here.
To deliver what has been spoken.
Just for you.
All you have to do is reply.
Share the code word “mystery”.
The message will be offered in due time.
 
The door is open.
Now you can walk through. 

Good bye. 
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