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To deny gratitude for your own life



Is to invite chaos into the divine order.

To meddle in low vibrations

To reach for destinies forged in pits not meant for you

Is to block your own path.

And that is precisely why God’s presence may feel absent.


What we often fail to comprehend is this:

A lack of faith in God

Manifests as a hunger for what belongs to another.

Divinity does not support the theft of grace.

What is written for another cannot leap into your lap.

Even the desire hollows the soul.

It strips life of meaning

Of gratitude

Of sacred integrity.


To envy another’s blessings

Is to abandon your own divine path.

It is to mirror the fall of Lucifer

The angel who once radiated divinity

But chose to lust after a throne not his own.

And so, he fell.

Because pride always comes before the fall.


Beloved

You cannot obtain what was never yours.

You cannot keep what was never passed down

Through your DNA

Through your ancestral covenant.

To desire what belongs to another

Is to accuse God of error.

It is to say,

“A mistake was made with me.”


You want to eat from another’s plate

But you refuse to till the soil of your own garden.

You want the fruit but not the fire.

You want the beauty but not the ashes.

You want the crown but not the battles.


Yet it is through ashes we rise

Not through envy

Not through shortcuts

Only through walking our path

With reverence

With faith

And with gratitude.

You were meant to walk your path protecting your path,

A path with ancestors and guides fiercely protecting it.

A path you’re meant to guard your spiritual sovereignty, not hand it over or avail yourself to abuse.



Love

Umi


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