Suspended in the unseen
How can it be right when it feels like imagination?

How can it be right when it feels like imagination?
This is your invitation to ask your higher self, spirit guides / team of light, and angels for support more often!
Both signal victory of spirit over fear and the endurance of hope.
Black and smoke rolled downward in slow, coiling waves. As it touched the Earth, shapes emerged.
My mind went blank. How the heck was I supposed to know that?