Dailyprompt-1887

It’s not something I speak about loudly—
but it has always been there,
quiet…
and constant.

When I touch someone,
I see.

Not with my eyes—
but with something deeper.

Like a film unfolding
in my mind’s eye.

Moments, fragments, feelings…
echoes of where they’ve been,
what they’ve carried,
what still lingers beneath the surface.

I don’t see it to judge—
only to understand.

To feel where the energy is blocked,
where something has been held too long,
where healing is waiting.

Animals speak differently—
not in images,
but in vibration.
Pure. Honest. Unfiltered.

And I trust that.

But there is one place I do not go—
the future.

Because I believe
nothing is written in stone.

We are not fixed stories.
We are choices,
breath by breath,
moment by moment.

Free will is sacred.

So I stay where I am meant to be—
in what has been,
in what is…
and in the quiet space
where healing begins.

— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫