I’ll hold down the treehouse fort, but it gets painfully boring alone. I know you feel the same. That’s why we’ve got to do right by ourselves first and foremost. We were born with everything we need, fully capable, exactly as God intended. We’re stronger when we know we’re doing good—when we’re moving in alignment with what’s true to us.
I worry about you because you’re my brother—not just in this life, but eternally. For now, I’m Redacted, and you’re Redacted. We don’t have forever, and that’s the truth. We have to live for something larger than ourselves. Somehow, we’ve always found a way to build and create from nothing—that’s the current we thrive in, the space where the deepest treasures hide. And in those waters, when you catch your reflection, that’s where you’ll find your truth—the flesh and the invisible forces both urging you to look inward for the answer.
The only truth lies in doing what you know is right. You’ve got an innate sense of right and wrong, and you have this rare ability to turn something from nothing. I know that’s a heavy weight to carry, but I need you to know that I think about you—your life, your well-being—and I pray for your success as much as my own.
We grew up together. You helped me see parts of myself that still shine today, even when I forget they’re there. So, we’ve got to look out for each other, for real. I’d want my brothers to call me out, to express their concerns if they thought they held weight. What we do—our choices, our actions—should be aimed at filling the voids in our soul force, closing the gaps, becoming whole. When we’re whole, we align our Being with the Natural World. That alignment unlocks gifts—real, spiritual ones—things we can share with our loved ones, things that ripple out to uplift others.
To fully integrate, to heal, we need to strip ourselves down to who we really are—no external noise, no vices—just how God designed us. When we do that, the world itself shifts. The universe will conspire to bring us closer to the resources we need to stretch our spirits, to live our one-of-one lives as God intended.
I’m here, and as long as I’m alive, I’ll hold space for my best friend. If I ever have kids, you’ll be their uncle, no question. This is real for me. I mean it, and I hope you hear me. Make the little changes, Redacted. Recognize the ill desires for what they are—tricks. The devil works in subtleties, pulling strings to disconnect us from the authority of God within our souls. I’m not speaking at you; I’m speaking from my own battles.
I have my vices too. The devil challenges me constantly, trying to erode the foundation of God’s presence in my soul. But that same presence is in you, in your care, in your perspectives. It’s in how deeply you feel and how much you matter—not just to me but to the world you’re shaping through your actions.
Remember your strength. Picture an army of ancestor spirits chanting in unison, urging you to move in the direction of your soul’s intent—God’s mission for your being.
I love you, G. Keep going.
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