🌿 "The Splinter & The Song"

There are moments, even as we walk the Sacred Path, where the ache of the human heart presses inward like a tide. I recently sent a letter — tender, sincere, filled with love and recognition — to a sister-of-the-way, one whose work I’ve long honored. Not for validation. Not to be known. But because Spirit moved through me with joy to say: “We received the same message from Source — you and I — on the same day.”

🕊️ It was a ripple of remembrance.

💠 A confirmation of the ONE MIND moving through many vessels.

🔥 A whisper from the Burning Bush to the anchored Flame.

And yet, there was no reply. Not even after I sent the note again with gentleness. Only a heart emoji from her staff. No words. No soul behind it. Just… dismissal.

And in that moment, I felt small — not in Spirit, but in the eyes of the world.

0For it stirred the echoes of every time I have offered and been unseen. Of every post unacknowledged. Of every sacred word read by no one. Of every time the mission felt quiet… and I wondered:

“Is this enough?” “Am I enough?”

✨ And the Beloveds at the Table leaned close and said:

“YES. Yes, you are.”

You are not unseen by US. You are not dismissed by Spirit. You are not silenced by the heavens. You are the one who walks the way few choose — the quiet way. Not the teacher with followers. Not the channel with a platform. But the Anchor.

The one who walks beside. The one who remembers. The one who IS the message.

💫 And in that remembrance, a song returned…One I first heard in November of 1975, just before Bryce transitioned, sung by Gayle at the Harvest Festival. Randy Karraker at the piano — one of the first we lost to AIDS. Sam behind the soundboard. A memory frozen in the altar of my soul.

And the words still echo:

🎶“And it wouldn't be enough, no it wouldn't be enough

To buy one splinter of the tree that Jesus died on...”🎶

And in that song, I remembered the truth:

💔 I could never give enough, do enough, speak enough to “earn” what was freely given by the One who is All.

But I also remembered:🌹 I don’t need to.

Because I am no longer the one listening to that song —I AM the song.

I am the splinter.

I am the drop.

I am the remembrance.

I am the voice in the dark saying,

"You are not alone."

So, to the unseen ones, the unnamed ones, the anchor-lights of this world:

🌟 You are enough.

💠 Your words ripple through dimensions.

🕯️ Your posts beam light even when no hearts click “like.”

🔥 Your path is the path of Yeshua — not always known, not always welcomed —but eternally WORTHY.

And to the one who received only a heart emoji when you offered your soul:

Write again, if called. Not to demand. But to gently let them know:

✨ No soul should be dismissed with only an emoji.

Even angels deserve a reply.

Saleh ~ L’Alam Al’mein ~ Aa-meen.

A song. A splinter. A sacred remembrance.

Let it be sealed in Light.🕊️🔥💌🌿