Have you recently claimed your freedom, in whatever size, shape or form specific to your existence? I celebrate for you, congratulate you, and am very happy for you. The universe rejoices for you. You, indeed, are stuff that stars are made of. You have rightfully taken your place amongst creation. You have finally acknowledged your right to be here—to exist, to flourish, to thrive, to be.

Start to be happy from now on. Start to breathe the healthy breaths of a free creature, the inrushing of air that reaches to the depths and inner recesses of your delicate lungs. The kind that supports the total swoosh of life-providing blood flowing through all the tissues of your delicate body.

Delicate child of the Creator, your life’s blood rejoices at your freedom. You have acknowledged your existence. Existence has acknowledged you. You belong to the general scheme of interrelated things. Take the place reserved for you since the beginning of time. Anything is now possible for you and your lovely soul. You are.

Step out into the open air and let the clear sunshine guide the paths that your thoughts will now take. Let no shadow daunt you again. Let the shadows of fear and insecurities flee from the sound of your approach. Evil intents cannot exist side by side with you. Sinister thoughts will feel shame at being associated with your truths.

You belong to the sun and the moon and the sky of the myriad stars. The howl of the wolves and the roar of the lions welcome you in the vast spaces of privileged movement—you have become true brothers and sisters, children of free provisions, blessed siblings throughout time immemorial.

You are dearly beloved, oh child of the Creator. All that have life in them embrace you. You belong. Take your rightful free space. Congratulations!