Before I shift I am sludging through chest high mud. My movements are heavy, slow, and use immense energy. Tired and overwhelmed, I am fighting for a desire to continue. Others running effortlessly above me, make me feel weak. Dirty, disgusting and exhausted I long for relief.
After I shift I am a pure and precious angel of light. My light beams brightly, radiating a path before me. I am drawn toward the path, full of gratitude for the gifts it brings. Flowers turn toward me and open, colors brighten and become tangible, smells enliven and energize, the air warms and lifts; the world turns toward me opening, empowering and supporting me and my light flows back.
Nice imagery
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