August 28, 1930 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]
Anchor yourself to the earth, unwavering and resolute; root deeply into ancient soil, and let the voice of your spirit rise, unfettered by the chains of fear or doubt. Gather the venomous arrows meant to pierce your beautiful heart, the inward demons hurled at your precious soul, and forge them into the armor of your being, a shield born from your inner fire. Become the pure essence of your truest self, the one you were always meant to become, overflowing with a love so vast it could engulf the heavens. And grow sweet soul, grow, endlessly, boundlessly, until you outgrow every past incarnation of self, reaching ever closer, ever higher, into the vastness of your true destiny.
Let me fall, Deep into the earth's core Beneath the dappled surface, Into the hearts of beasts, Heavy and warm, where secrets dwell.
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My beloved followers,
Please do not cast upon yourselves the words of failure or unworthiness. Imagine if your life is but a reflection of your deepest beliefs, and by embracing those thoughts, you keep inviting them to materialize into your world. It wounds my heart deeply to see such radiant souls dimming their own light. You are beautiful and precious, and you deserve all the wonders this life has to offer.
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