"This is a time of transformation.
The foundations on which you once stoodAre shifting beneath your feet.Your skin feels tight.Your clothing no longer feels right.
Some are old,Some never fit to begin with.But you made do.Some are scratchy and itchy.Some are sequined gowns of gold;And they don't fitThe REAL you.You.Who are you?Under the designer threadThe worn clothAnd threadbare seams.What lies withinThe walls of cloth,And cage of flesh?What fire burnsWhen all else has dissolved?Are you ready to strip?Peel off the layersAnd walk bare into your truth,Raw and unchainedInto your light?The time has come.And now you rise.Have no fear of the storm;
This is a tempest of truth.This is the doorway openingTo all you were born to be."
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