The heavenly court has been calling me to stand on trial for my life as it is.
So I created my own court of appeals.
I pleaded my case.
I flaunted my flaws and unveiled the essence of my blockages.
My opened blind eye told the story of my resistance.
Fear floated around my aura of "good enough."
Fear of failure.
Fear of success.
Fear of changing my life as it is.
The judgment called me to task.
"Move through the gates of fear."
The sentence confirmed my conscious desire.
"The gates of love await you."