The blessings of knowledge that others are yet to know is the way of the heart, spirit, mind, body and soul. As it bestows on certain individuals' truths, facts and secrets that may sometimes never be told. The price paid for such a gift and honor can never be assessed, the price can only really be known by the messenger, the keeper and the teller who are the chosen and carry this knowledge alone.

And the line the knowledge creates between messenger and others is an almost invisible one because it lives and breathes in the messenger and shows itself with every emotion known. It can be a cry in the dark, hands reaching out to your soul, an unknown memory, an intense inner feeling of pain. A smiling face, tears in the rain, the sound of laughter, a screaming pain, an unfamiliar scene, a whisper on the wind, an emptiness and loneliness, the mention of a name. A bottomless pit, feelings of loss, reaction to gain, love, anger, hurt, rage and pain it uses every element imaginable to ensure the messenger is susceptible to it’s aim.

It’s knowing the truth whether one’s told it or not, it’s knowing where to begin and to end, it’s knowing that no matter what a Messenger wants life holds some ups and downs and very few surprises for them in the end.

It can be cruel it can be kind and it can sometimes seem unfair but it’s still a blessing just sometimes a blessing that the truths of can be hard to bear. But Messengers are of God’s choosing and I know no one who would question that. Yet to face only the truth with the blessings of the knowledge can sometimes be very disturbing for one’s heart, spirit, mind body and soul.