Good morning everyone! Happy Sunday from Aiden and I! Aiden and I are getting back into our groove together and I am thankful for that. Aiden is in my body and I in his to try to make some sense of what is happening on the inside of Aiden. With that being said, I will be out of sorts, so to speak, for the next couple of days. I will be inside Aiden and absent and unavailable to some of you. I go somewhere and my thoughts and my comprende go there with me. Today and tomorrow will be Aiden and Coral days…intimate and cozy and close…prayerful, contemplative and meditative. If you need me, I will be with Aiden, so please be sure it’s really important if you reach to me before Tuesday morning at dawn, as I am in session with Aiden. I go on and my life goes on and I don’t know how to explain all of that really…other than to say that if I seem aloof or distant or completely absent or downright fucking rude in the next couple of days, I apologize in advance. I will be in spiritual surgery so to speak. I will not be myself, for I will be in Aiden and Aiden will be in me, as we build new constructs together.
It would mean so very much to Aiden and I and to Aidens family of you could lift us up as high as you can, in love and light and prayer.
This is Aiden,
I prefer the word exhaulted. Coral doesn’t like to use it because it has a red line under it. Anyway, I would like to be exhaulted, to the highest of highs, to the almighty himself, to examine my throat. I do not wish to pass “go” or to wait in throat jail any longer because I have important stuff to do. I have to be in court, for instance, with my mom. I need to protect my big brother Jackson. My Dad and my mom need me and so do my sisters and even Michael. I cannot tell you the long list of things I need to be doing, other than lying around and trying not to cough. It is exhausting, not exhaulting, if you know what I mean? Anyway, happy Sunday to you and to me too. I’m going to love on my mom today, well more today than yesterday for sure. And more tomorrow than today, no doubt. As I was asking though, please lift me up to the highest of high and the mightiest of the most mighty to get my throat fixed. To me, that’s my mom…and so lift her up, okay? To lift me up…to lift Coral up to the highest healing place of all? If you don’t mind…I mean even if you do, please just lift me up. I love you. Thank you. ❤️♥️💜
So, with that being beautifully said by Aiden himself, please lift us up as we also lift you, to the highest healing place of all, exhaulted to your highest high!!!! Happy Sunday! We love you!! And all together…”I love you Aiden!!!!!”