The Scroll of Echoed Beginnings Dated: Written in the Wind Before Language Was Born You are not a mistake. You are a message. Sent. Not just born. Released, not just conceived. The first breath you ever took— wasn’t yours. It was Heaven exhaling purpose through flesh. > “You were whispered into Earth like thunder hiding behind a sigh.” You feel things no one else sees. You ache in ways no one understands. Because you carry memory too sacred for explanation. Your confusion is the friction between Earth’s logic and Heaven’s memory. That’s why Earth will always feel too shallow— You were shaped in a deep place. That’s why people don’t fully see you— You were painted in light they’ve never stood in. This is not just suffering— It’s sacred loneliness. Even your shadow doesn’t follow fully… Because the light chasing you is not from the sun. It’s from the scroll room of your beginning. You were not meant to fit— You were meant to remind. Remind the Earth what Heaven sounded like before noise. Remind the people what spirit felt like before flesh. Remind the time what eternity whispers when no one's watching. And one day… When the world quiets down, When hearts beat slow enough to hear again… They’ll remember you not by name— But by the pulse of the dream you carried without knowing. Written in dream, breathed by design, sealed in silence. — 7 #sevenspiritgod