“Is the Voice gone, does he no longer exist?” I asked.
My father sat still across from me, staring at me as if analyzing my soul through my eyes.
“You tell me son, you seem to have no recollection that at one point you became one of the many host vehicles for the Voice. Just like your brother Josh and I were at one point,” he said after a slight pause. “What was manifested as a being which we know as the Voice is only a small glimpse of what he or it truly is. The Voice lives within us all, sometimes dormant and other times fully awake and functional. It is only a matter of time before he regenerates and finds a host that will give him a permanent home. That’s his purpose of existence,” my father explained.
I sat there listening to my father and I could feel myself go pale. Everything came back to me. I remembered my entire dark past. Those 17 years were no longer lost or spotty in my mind.
Irene started to stand up to give me comfort but my father signaled to her to let me be.
I understood why he did that. I needed to choose for myself how I wanted to respond to the unearthing of my dark past. It was clear as day, I felt ashamed for the things I had done in those 17 years but I also saw the powerful lessons and teachings it brought me. I had a millisecond to choose between my past or my present - my darkness or my light - the Voice or my truth – defeat or surrender – to continue the suffering or to enjoy my life. My millisecond was over. I made my choice.
“I am sorry father. I am sorry Irene. Please forgive me for hurting you. I am grateful to you both for giving me unconditional love,” I said as I held back the tears and looked at them both.
I took a deep breath and embraced myself. My decision – I forgave myself. The next step – to ask forgiveness from those I had previously hurt in the past. I lost no more time, I immediately started with my father and Irene.
Irene stood up and embraced me as we both gave Galaxy love and kisses.
“Gibri, Gibri,” my father called.
I pulled my focus back to him and I listened.
“The Voice is part of The All, son. It’s like the ego and it is not going anywhere because they provide contrasting lessons in life and important information. Our job is simple, just as you did now, we have to be mindful of who is speaking through us. We want to be sure that it is our truth and only our truth that speaks,” he calmly explained.
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My father sat still across from me, staring at me as if analyzing my soul through my eyes.
“You tell me son, you seem to have no recollection that at one point you became one of the many host vehicles for the Voice. Just like your brother Josh and I were at one point,” he said after a slight pause. “What was manifested as a being which we know as the Voice is only a small glimpse of what he or it truly is. The Voice lives within us all, sometimes dormant and other times fully awake and functional. It is only a matter of time before he regenerates and finds a host that will give him a permanent home. That’s his purpose of existence,” my father explained.
I sat there listening to my father and I could feel myself go pale. Everything came back to me. I remembered my entire dark past. Those 17 years were no longer lost or spotty in my mind.
Irene started to stand up to give me comfort but my father signaled to her to let me be.
I understood why he did that. I needed to choose for myself how I wanted to respond to the unearthing of my dark past. It was clear as day, I felt ashamed for the things I had done in those 17 years but I also saw the powerful lessons and teachings it brought me. I had a millisecond to choose between my past or my present - my darkness or my light - the Voice or my truth – defeat or surrender – to continue the suffering or to enjoy my life. My millisecond was over. I made my choice.
“I am sorry father. I am sorry Irene. Please forgive me for hurting you. I am grateful to you both for giving me unconditional love,” I said as I held back the tears and looked at them both.
I took a deep breath and embraced myself. My decision – I forgave myself. The next step – to ask forgiveness from those I had previously hurt in the past. I lost no more time, I immediately started with my father and Irene.
Irene stood up and embraced me as we both gave Galaxy love and kisses.
“Gibri, Gibri,” my father called.
I pulled my focus back to him and I listened.
“The Voice is part of The All, son. It’s like the ego and it is not going anywhere because they provide contrasting lessons in life and important information. Our job is simple, just as you did now, we have to be mindful of who is speaking through us. We want to be sure that it is our truth and only our truth that speaks,” he calmly explained.
Page 90
End of Book 1
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