Part II: On the Pier

7:47 p.m.

I tuned in at 7 p.m. I’m still deeply moved.
It’s hard to write anything. But I will try.

It was profound.

I saw them. The pier.
She in traditional clothing.
They face each other. Reach their hands.
And then...

I see myself saying:
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry... it’s all my fault..."
And I cry. And cry.
It’s a soul-deep cry.

"It’s all my fault... I should have waited... I was weak... why didn’t I wait?"

I see what I caused.
I see his pain.

Unbearable — to see the pain I caused the one who is the reason for my life.

"Unforgivable... it’s unforgivable..."

Pain. Crying. Deep crying.

Then a little light appears in my pain.
Maybe this isn’t only mine.
Maybe I’m also channeling.

I died because I thought he had died.

Can this be healed? Can we forgive ourselves?

I don’t know.
But it’s time for forgiveness.

Will the miracle happen?
Yes. I hear yes.

My heart is still trembling.
And I felt something else, very strongly: Shame.

Shame for what I caused.

And maybe… this was the experience of one being divided into two.
I don’t know how much of it is mine, and how much is yours.

9:57 p.m.
😊❤️

11:43 p.m.
Thomaaaas… 🌙 sleeeep...

From

Cleopatra’s Truth