I agree to this incarnation in full awareness that everything makes perfect sense up here, and that once I’m on Earth, I’ll voluntarily remember... that I forgot.

My connection to { } is eternal and unbreakable, even if, down there, I’ll doubt the reception three times a day, ignore support, and confuse inner guidance with mood swings.

I am always entitled and explicitly encouraged to call on my G for help. If special expertise is needed, he’ll forward it to the Divine Intervention Unit.

I am aware that I’ll most likely be unaware of this access, and might mistake the feathers he lovingly sends me as signs for lint, fashion accessories, or pieces of my fluffy blanket.