free from hyperbole, I plowed through infamy, waiting for rescue and redemption. My Oracle told me the big problem, the big thing I was hung up upon was this waiting… waiting for help from The OutSide. Help I can only deliver to myself.
i have to admit, it was a real drag to hear someone say this to me, even an Oracle with visions and guides, but I know in my heart that the Oracle was right. The Oracle is always right.
I don’t even know what I’m waiting for. The Oracle told me that I have gone to extravagant contortions to contain/constrain my voice… and this had nothing to do with vocal cords. I said, I didn’t even know I had a voice. She said I needed to squeeze off the lid of the container. And set my voice free.
I said, what voice? I didn’t even know I had a voice. She said, I think you just told me that a few seconds ago. I said, I did?
We both realized that these were language-like sounds emanating from my body, but it was not my voice who was making them. This seems to be a recurring problem.