restoring of the years the locus have eaten…

Like the trapeze bar I see coming. There is nothing to do but stretch and reach and trust, with good aim (intention) releasing of fear and the past. Stretch out!.....
Trust this is a perfected practice within me. Truly let go now and trust.
I see it coming I know it’s there. I must flip this time trusting the perfection of the flow. God the Universe as my partner Trust while in space watch it stretch for it wait to feel the grasp of my partner, know my partner is the universe itself. How long do I fly through the air? How much do I want to thrill the crowd? How much do I trust my partner?

So I’ve let go of the bar. I am practiced, much practiced. I trust my partner (self expressing as God) I’m stretching, I’m reaching. Now I wait. I wait for the perfect timing of my partner, the hush of the crowd, faith in self and partner, time has shown they are one. My eyes are open as I reach to feel the grasp of my partner swinging to me with the next bar to me in perfect timing.

Now as my Grand finally I will do two flips and be grasped by my partner to swing me gently as I flip into the arms of my team, and they will with gusto and caring Flip me one more time to land on my feet with my hands in the air, with the soft spot light of the universe shinning down on me to be an inspiration to all those who fallow.

This is my true goal:
To trust my true love and partner, God expressing through self.
To know feel and enjoy the fullness of the kingdom.
To fallow the straight and protected path my partner the universe/God within lovingly set before me.
To retrieve my promised, to restoring of the years the locus have eaten…