Self Rescue
Resilience. Refraction. A reset. Resolve.
Tap in to your resources already in place. Tap in.
Alignment or misalignment, your choice.
Connection or disconnection, your choice.
The dredges of the swamp are not going anywhere.
The Gails of the storms will always come.
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Do you stay outside in these harsh conditions or do you come inside to wash your hands, your face?
Your mind is the storm.
Your heart is your shelter.
Which one do you run to? Which one?
Hardships befall us all. Be the light in the dark that helps others find their way home.
Be the hand that holds their weight when they rise.
Channeled message from Sarah Abigail, the daughter of a Taxarcana Pioneer. During the 1820’s through the 1850’s, prominent families migrated from Alabama and Mississippi into East Texas and the Red River borderlands. These potato farming plantations were isolated and self-contained in these rugged, lawless pine woods. These early pioneers survived on these root crops while dealing with intense borderland lawlessness. It was a very real Withering Heights story.
