Child, beloved, remember your hope.
There was life before the hell, and there is life beyond it.
It swallowed you whole, because you were so tiny. You had yet to learn words, trust, attachment. Thus, your words, trust, and attachment developed twisted, intertwined with death and torture. It is woven into your personality, into who you believe that you are.
But you are not death. Remember your hope.
The darkness wrapped it’s shadowy arms around you, seeping into your brain, intertwining into your neuropathways, tying knots around the wires, threatening to rip out your very existence if removed.
But you’re of the light. Do you recall the hope?
There was light before the darkness. There was pure love before the perverted love. There was hope before the despair. There was good before the evil. You belong to the light. You are a child of the light. The darkness kidnapped you, ripped you from the womb, and claimed you as its own. But the Light has sought you out. He is your true Father.
The darkness wrote EVIL over your heart, but within your heart is written the code of GOODNESS. Remember your hope.
Do you remember the melodies of your heart? The deepest ones that the darkness could not deprogram? The ancient songs that the evil ones could not touch? Do you remember the rhythms that pulsed within the womb that beat with truth, beauty, light, and love? Do you remember the chords of His love? Your heart, created for song, throbbed with life which was never quenched, could not be quenched, by the unspeakable evils. The silencing powers of darkness failed. Your song still pulses with every beat of your unbroken heart.
Sing your song of life. The silencers are silenced at His music. And His music is yours.
This is your hope, beloved.