I I heard from a rumor that I am ahead I am my shadow, sleeping still in bed My voice not distinct, barely a whisper instead Severed at the root, gutted, I’m in red Dying a flower, curling in the sunlight with dread.
Greetings! From heart to heart in this moment we speak, I am KejRaj!If you are reading this message, it is not by chance but by design. Spirit is reaching out to you. Spirit wants you to remember; You did not incarnate on Earth empty. You arrived…