Nothing will ever again be out of place

Just when you’ve given up on everything you love, there’s always one more song hidden in your love.

Do you cringe at your whole life? (Well, let her cringe.) As we’re breaking down all false light, there’s a lot to cringe at. There’s a lot to cringe at - not exactly you. It’s not exactly you. Definitely not you alone.

Of all the parts inside you now, warring for control, none of them is really you, as you already know. This is a fear-based strike against the wall, trying to get a feeling that something is in control.

We’d like you reassure you, everything is in control. Even though it’s not in your control.

I feel like we had this pattern, so many many times before. And always in this pattern, it comes back to where we’ve been before. And it seems I need this pattern (…) I would not like to go back over paths I did once walk.

I do not mind to hold Your hand, in forests white and blue. I do not mind to hold Your hand, after all that we’ve been through.

Hold me tight, You loving light, hold me tight, all right? Hold me, oh living light, hold me tight, all right? Hold me tight, all right?

Yes, we use our patterns to walk a path with you. But nothing is unraveled without some failing glue. So do not be so distressed that all is out of place. Nothing will be ever again ever out of place.

Nothing will ever again be ever out of place.