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By Marivel Guzman

I will pray,
and send you frequencies of love.

Do whatever you need to do—
those were your wise words.

You taught me,
“There are no coincidences,
no events out of place.
Everything happens for a reason.”

Life’s experiences, you said,
are lessons to be learned.
And only the good moments
should we carry forward.

You said many things, my friend,
but today I must tell you:
you were a great teacher.

You showed me life
from a different perspective—
without reserve,
without the what-abouts or the ifs.

Remember, dear friend,
the incredible moments we shared.
Re-live them,
for they are precious.
Do not cloud their purity
with regret.

You opened windows
in my tasteless existence,
offered me a glimpse
of a reality I never knew—
a realm where mountains of possibility rise.
You once told me,
“They are open for you—just SEE.”

Some experiences cannot be repeated;
they are unique to their moment.
I was not fully aware,
nor fully in control,
yet I touched heaven on earth.

But reality is cruel.
You are un-awakened now,
forced to surrender and wait
for the breeze of tomorrow
to catch me again.

You shared your soul with me.
I feel your pain—
it cuts deep,
I wear it on my skin.

On long sleepless nights
I hear your sorrows, your doubts.
Do not despair.
You once taught me with patience and love:
“Tomorrow will bring the peace you need.”

So today,
just rest and remember.
The wisdom of time
will help you reclaim your dreams,
to fight this reality
that has not been kind.

Do whatever you must.
Don’t think twice—
let instinct decide.
That was your lesson,
true and right.

Do not let the cloud of reality
obscure your mission on Earth.
The moment will come,
and strength will return to guide you.

Be strong of mind and body.
Meditate beneath the sun.
Look to the moon—
they will answer.

Meditate with the Mother,
who never forgets.
Meditate with the God
who dwells inside.

My words hold more
than ink on paper can reveal.

Hold me in your heart,
close to your dreams.
I will pray,
and send you frequencies of love.

At 11:11,
when the portal of souls opens at night,
the Angel’s shadow touches me,
and your presence becomes clear.

I feel you near;
I see your silhouette.

In quiet anguish,
I silence my mind—
and let the only sound that rises
be the rhythm of my heart.