Three Years

Three Years

*The day we left, a voice that wasn't hers*

Three years ago today, my husband and I left Pennsylvania to start our life in Florida. We were following something so strong — a pull we couldn't explain. We didn't know what it meant. We just knew we had to go.

I still remember that day like it happened yesterday.

Chloe, looking at me as I said goodbye. And a voice — coming out of her — that said:

*"Go do what God wants you to do. I'll take care of mom and dad."*

But the voice wasn't hers. It was a man's voice. And behind that voice was an elder.

It shook me so much on the drive down to Florida. I didn't know what to make of it.

But that was the beginning of everything unfolding.

That was the beginning of the master plan. The blueprint that had been put into motion.

What I didn't know then: my dad was already working before he left. I just didn't know it yet.

As soon as we got down here, time went faster. It was like we were living in a different dimension.

Things that shouldn't have happened, happened.

Things with no reasonable explanation.

And through it all, I knew we were being guided.

Now I see the big picture.

The master blueprint has been revealed and laid out before me.

Dad's been right. Everything he said was going to happen has happened.

Things I didn't plan for. Detours I didn't expect. People placed in my path.

Everything has been orchestrated.

It's as if he's on the other side, moving the chess pieces — while they come to fruition down here, in the 3D world.

I don't know that people are ready for their full version of me.

For the medicine that I carry.

But I do know one thing:

**I will not stop.**

I will keep going in the direction I'm being pulled.

And I won't stop speaking truth.

Three years ago, a voice told me to go do what God wanted me to do.

I didn't know what that meant then.

I know now.

And I'm still going.

*— Ari'Yael*