I won’t bother to tell you the name of my planet, your tongue could never form the sounds. Our is a planet in tidal lock, we live on the dark side where all the good ones live. We never see our sun, but never lose faith that it’s there.
I’ve never been to the other side, but we hear it’s just as nice; maybe different. We have three moons that orbit us. The largest one we call the Father is always in the same spot and reflects light from our sun. We are bathed in a constant twilight, a light we call Faith. We are the people of light, and we live on the dark side of our planet. The darkness is just an illusion.
We are taught that souls from other systems come here to rest after long life lessons. So I guess this could be what you call heaven or some such place. We just call it home on the dark side where the good people are. The reason I tell you this is because I have grown tired of souls coming here beat up with self doubt and no hope. I tell you this so that you know your journey is for a reason.
So that you know a lesson learned is a lesson held. So that maybe when you’re at your lowest you can look up and see Faith and understand that the Father will soon be next to you. So that you know that this is for a reason and that reason is never always clear.
I live on a planet far away, I won’t bother to tell you the name but you speak it when you’re enveloped in joy. Have joy. You speak it when you sleep and your soul flyes. Away try to fly. You speak it when you see children playing. Innocents are never lost. You speak it when the creator touches you. Reach out and be touched.