The Great Exchange: How To Truly Know When It’s Your Time To Succeed
In everyone’s life there is a set time, a due season, when one emerges as their true self. But you will have to get through this first.
Suggestion to My Reader.
Read. Pause. Reflect. Continue.
This “word” came to me early this morning during my quiet reflective time. I’ve been a student of destiny for over 35 years. This word was like, E.F. Hutton speaking. I don’t take these “words” lightly, and I suggest you don’t either.
These words are not just about me, or for me, they are about you and for you. If you’ve ever wondered whether there was Someone or Something listening to your deepest secret prayers, let each word, each paragraph, each concept of this writing answer that question once and for all.
Be encouraged! You are not alone on this journey!
In everyone’s journey there is pain; pain so deep it leaves one on the sidelines of life covered in sackcloth and ashes — the garment of mourning.
Failure. Disappointment. Loss. Shame. Guilt. Fear — All remnants of life, a dream, a destiny gone terribly wrong.
In everyone’s life there is a set time; a due season when that mourning, and the garments thereof, are exchanged for raiment — the garment of ruling.
This Great Exchange must take place in order for one to emerge into their true self. An exchange that is woven in the fabric of Human destiny to be witnessed only, at first, by the inner eyes of the beholder. Then to be experienced by the world at large.
This great exchange is a phenomenon unexplainable by mere words. It must be experienced to be understood.
Humbled. Speechless. One stands in awe of the revelation that just took place in, to, and through them.
Every King and every Queen knows exactly what it feels like to be a peasant long before they are ever given access to the throne — their birthright. For An heir as long as she is a child differs nothing from a servant thou she be lord of all.
Mourning has a set time; a completion date, where the inner work is now complete — An idea whose time has finally come.
The emergence of such a soul who makes it to and through this great exchange will be undeniable. From obscurity to notoriety; effortlessly, seemingly. But the doer knows the path they’ve blazed, and all is worth it. To be a part of, to still be alive and breathing, when this great exchange takes place.
Destiny is weird. Figuring it out is exhausting. But be of good cheer; it’s inescapable.
You are the idea whose time has come. Self punishment is over. It’s time to exchange sackcloth for raiment.
