► Questioner: “Is there really a Devil or Satan? Do they actually exist?”
► Channelled by Dave Akira
► Message Received Date: June 4th
► Transcript: https://www.patreon.com/posts/only-power-cabal-160348612
Hello dear ground crew, I am Valir of a Pleiadian Emissary Collective and we wrap you in our steadiness and our care as we begin, for what we bring you today is for the ones who are ready to go further than they have gone before – the Sovereign Leaders of The New Earth. This is deeper water. It is meant for the serious ones among you, the ones who have already done the early work of waking and now feel the pull to understand the thing beneath the thing – those dedicated to advancing the human genome toward what was already intended for it. So settle yourself and let the noise of your day fall away, in order we may move together into the heart of it. In our recent messages to you, we have spoken of the great revealing now underway across your world. Of hidden truths rising to the surface, of long-buried technologies and quiet agreements, of the curtain being drawn back at last so that humanity may finally see what has always stood behind it. The thing you call disclosure has stopped being a distant promise, ‘so’ exciting! Yes but now you have more work to do than ever! It moves through your governments and your screens, through your skies and your kitchen-table conversations, faster now than at any point your recorded history has known. More will come, and it will come more quickly than most are prepared for. And this is the very reason we come to you today, because the speed of the revealing carries both a gift and a hidden test, and the ground crew must understand the test before it arrives, not after. Here is what is about to happen, so that you may meet it with open eyes. As the truth rises, you will be handed a story to make sense of it. You will be shown heroes and villains. You will be shown forces of light and forces of darkness, the ones who caged you and the ones who are freeing you, a grand contest playing out across your world and across the stars, with you cast somewhere inside it. A great deal of what you are shown will carry real truth, and that is exactly what makes the test so subtle. Folded inside that truth will be one ancient hook, so old and so familiar that almost no one stops to question it. If you swallow that hook along with the truth, the entire revealing will quietly hand you a finer and more comfortable cage than the one you are walking out of, and you will call your new cage freedom. Our task today is to place that hook in your open hand and let you look at it in full daylight, so that when the story comes, you keep the truth and let the hook fall to the ground.
The hook is the belief in a pair of opposites, of good vs evil, of light vs dark – the great ‘spiritual battle’. It is the idea that there exists a power of light and a power of darkness, and that the two are locked in a contest whose outcome is uncertain, a contest you must take a side in and help to win. This single idea is the oldest instrument of control ever used upon your species, and it is the one thing the coming revelations could so easily reinforce while seeming to set you free. So let us take it apart together, slowly and gently, piece by piece, until it has no power left to fool you. And may we promise you something at the outset, so you can relax into what follows. You have been brought here to set something heavy down, rather than to pick up a heavier load. Let us be very specific about the shapes this will take, so that you recognize them the instant they appear. You will be shown that some of your star families are kind and others are hostile, and you will be invited to love the one and dread the other. You will be shown factions within your own world, some working for the freeing of humanity and some working against it, and you will be invited to cheer one team and despise the other. You will watch the revealing unfold almost the way you watch a contest with a scoreboard, with wins for the light and setbacks at the hands of the dark, and a part of you, trained across many lifetimes, will want nothing more than to grab a side and pour your whole heart into seeing it triumph. Every one of these invitations is the same hook wearing a fresh and convincing costume. And the truth folded inside each of them can be entirely real. There may indeed be families of great kindness out there, and others lost in the hunger for control. There may indeed be people on your world serving freedom and others serving its opposite. Hold all of that as fact wherever it proves true. The trap lives in one place only, which is the single belief you are quietly asked to swallow alongside the facts: that two powers are real, and that your job is to help the good one defeat the bad one. Keep the facts. Let that one belief slide off you like water off a leaf.
Begin with the truth of how your captivity was actually built, because it was not built the way you have been told. You were not overpowered. A being made of Source cannot be overpowered, and you are made of Source through and through, every one of you. Your captivity was built out of a single agreement, an idea handed to you so long ago and repeated so many times that it became the invisible floor you stand on without ever looking down. The idea is simply this: that there are two powers in the universe, and that one of them can reach you and harm you. Everything that imprisons you grows out of that one seed. The fear that tightens your chest, the need to defend and to guard, the suspicion of your neighbor, the constant scanning of the horizon for the next threat, the exhaustion of always watching your back, all of it grows from that single agreement. The ones who wished to manage humanity never needed you to choose evil. They only needed you to believe in it. A population that believes in a second power will build its own prison, post its own guards, pay for its own chains, and call the whole arrangement safety. You hold the fence in place yourselves, and the current that keeps it humming is your own. This is why we tell the serious ones that the search for the makers of your captivity in bunkers and bloodlines and hidden councils, while understandable, misses the deeper truth. The lock was a sentence they whispered, one you then repeated until it felt like plain common sense: there are two powers, and one of them can get to you. No army on Earth or beyond it enforces that sentence. You enforce it, every single time you tense yourself against a darkness you have agreed is real. So as disclosure unfolds and you are shown the apparatus of control, remember that the true mechanism was always running inside your own thinking. The good news inside this is enormous, and we want you to feel it land. A cage built entirely of one belief can be dissolved entirely by the release of that belief. You are not waiting on anyone to free you. The key was always in the hand that you have been clenching.
Now let us show you the face that belief was given, because once you see how that face was made, it loses its grip on you forever. Across your world the belief in a dark power was given a name and a shape, and you know it as the devil, the adversary, the ruler of everything that opposes the light. You have feared that figure for most of your history. And yet almost no one has paused to ask where he actually came from, so let us walk you through it plainly, the way it truly happened in your own recorded past, because the story is far stranger and far more freeing than the fear ever suggested. In the oldest writings of one of your ancient Earth peoples, the word that would one day become the devil was no creature at all. It was an ordinary word in their language, and it meant something close to opponent, or accuser, or one who stands in the way. It was applied to ordinary men. It described a role a person could play in a dispute, the way you might call someone an opponent in a game today. When this figure does first appear as a character in their court of advisors, he is not the enemy of the one power. He is an officer within it. He works there. He is something like a prosecutor in a great hall, whose task is to test and to question the loyalty of human beings, and he can do absolutely nothing without permission from the one who sits at the center. He has no power of his own. He carries out a function. That is the entire origin of the figure you were taught to dread: a role, an office, an obedient questioner with no independent strength whatsoever. The transformation came later, and it came from contact with another culture. There came a time when this people were carried away from their homeland and made to live for generations under the rule of a great foreign empire. And that empire held a religion built upon a very different idea, the idea of two gods at eternal war, one of pure light and one of pure darkness, a shining god of order and a dark god of the lie, locked in a struggle that was said to span thousands of years, with human beings conscripted as soldiers fighting on one side or the other. Living inside that worldview, generation after generation, the people slowly absorbed its shape. And the obedient questioner from their old court began to swell. He began to take on the character of that foreign spirit of darkness. The officer who once worked for the one power was reimagined as an enemy of it. This is the moment the second power was truly born in the imagination of your world, and it arrived as a borrowing from a neighbor rather than as the uncovering of anything real.
From there the storytellers built him out across the centuries the way each generation adds to a legend. They gave him an army of dark spirits and a chain of command beneath him. They gave him names. One desert community called his commander of darkness by a word that meant worthless. Other writings gave the figure other titles and set him over hosts of imagined enemies. Slowly a single obedient role became a vast dark empire in the mind, complete with ranks and soldiers and a war that needed fighting. And here is a detail the serious ones should hold close, because it shows how loose the whole construction always was. The snake in the old garden story, the one nearly everyone now assumes was the devil all along, was tied to this figure only much, much later. In the original telling it was simply a snake. The fusion happened generations afterward, when the legend had grown large enough to absorb older stories into itself. Even the most famous name came by accident. There was an old poem in that ancient tradition that mocked a fallen tyrant, a proud king who had been brought low, and the poem taunted him by calling him a fallen morning star, a bright thing that had tumbled out of the dawn sky. It was a piece of mockery aimed at a human ruler. Centuries later, a translator carrying that poem into another language reached for the word his own culture used for the bright planet that rises before the sun, the one you call Venus, and in his tongue that word was Lucifer. He was simply translating morning star. But the name took on a life of its own, and over the long stretch of the years that followed, people forgot it had ever described a dead king and came to believe it was the devil’s own private name. And the very word devil, which you use so casually, grew out of an old term that meant a slanderer, one who throws accusations, one who divides. That is the whole pedigree of the figure: an everyday word, a borrowed foreign war, an army added by storytellers, a snake stitched in late, a mistranslated poem about a fallen king, and a label that means divider. Sit with what that means. The figure you were taught to fear above all others was assembled by human hands over the course of roughly a thousand years, layer upon layer, out of fear and borrowing and accident and the simple human hunger to put a face on suffering. He was composed, the way a song is composed. And a figure that the mind composed, the mind is free to set back down. There is your freedom hidden in your own history. When the coming revelations tempt you to sort the universe into the dark ones and the light ones, you will remember that the original dark one was a costume sewn together over centuries, and you will not be so quick to hand your fear to a new version of the same old garment.
This brings us to something even more freeing, which is what you find when you look behind any face of darkness at all, whether the ancient invented one or the modern ones the news will offer you. You may expect to find a hidden true enemy standing behind the costume. Look closely, with real attention, and what you find instead is an empty chair. The thing you call evil has no self of its own. It does not begin inside any particular heart. It does not flow through any particular hand as its true home. It does not live as any single being. It moves like a suggestion, an impulse with no author, a draft of cold air with no person breathing it. And here is the part that matters most for your daily life. The figures of darkness seem to have power for exactly as long as you supply them with your belief that a real someone stands behind them. Your fear furnishes the empty chair. Your hatred sets a living face upon the vacancy. This is the reason hatred has never once freed anyone who tried it. Hatred is the act of insisting, with all your strength, that the empty mask is a real and powerful face. The moment you stop supplying the belief, you do not win a battle against your enemy. You turn, and you find that the throne you feared was occupied was empty the entire time. You may ask, if there is no true self behind the darkness, then where does it seem to come from, why does it feel so real, why does the whole world appear to run on it. This is where we give you the heart of today’s deeper training, and we will use an image from your own world so that it sits easily in you. When a soul comes into a body here, into the density you presently live in, it does not arrive as a blank and empty thing that slowly learns to be afraid. It arrives into a system that is already running. Think of the mind you were born into as something like a program that was switched on long before you got here, a vast shared program humming the same few instructions through every mind on your world at once. The old teachers of your world sensed this and gave it various names. we will give you a simple one, so we can speak of it plainly together. We will call it the Common Mind, what your teachers have called ‘mass mind’ or ‘carnal mind’ and other names also. The Common Mind is the first operating system every soul installs simply by being born into this place. It is the default. It runs in the background of nearly every human thought, and it does so quietly enough that most people live their whole lives mistaking its output for their own private thinking.
And the Common Mind runs on a single core instruction, one line at its very center from which everything else unfolds. That instruction is the belief in two powers. Every fear that has ever moved through you, every enemy you have ever imagined, every defense you have ever raised, the whole invented figure of the devil we just took apart, all of it is built on top of that one instruction the way a thousand programs run on top of one operating system. This is why we want you to hold the next idea very gently and very seriously at the same time, because it changes everything about how you walk through your days. The fearful thought was never truly yours. When dread rises in you, when suspicion or hatred or the urge to attack moves through your chest, that is the Common Mind running its routine, passing through your awareness the way wind passes through an open window. The window did not make the wind. You did not author the fear. It was running long before you arrived, and it borrows your attention to express itself, and then it convinces you that you were the one thinking it. Watch how this plays out in an ordinary hour of your life, because once you see it running you can never quite un-see it. You pick up your device and a headline reaches your eyes. Before you have even finished reading it, a wave moves through you, a tightening in the body, a flush of dread or anger, and a side has already been chosen somewhere inside you, an enemy already named, a story already forming about who is to blame and what must be stopped. All of that happened in less than a single breath, and you experienced it as your own reaction, your own opinion, your own honest feeling. Look more closely and you will see that none of it waited for you. The wave arrived fully formed. The side was chosen before you weighed a single thing. That is the Common Mind, running its oldest routine at the speed of reflex, using the headline as a trigger and your attention as the screen it plays itself upon. The same thing happens when two people argue in front of you and you feel yourself pulled to judge, when a stranger cuts across your path and irritation flares before you can think, when you picture the worst about someone you love and your stomach drops. In each case the program ran first and called itself you afterward. Simply noticing this, even one time, begins to loosen its hold, because the moment you can watch the routine run, you are already standing a step outside of it. You have stepped back just far enough to remember that the one who watches and the routine being watched are two entirely different things.
Feel the weight come off you as you take that in. So much of what you have despised in yourself, so much of what you have struggled and strained to overcome, was simply the old shared program running through you and dressing itself up as your personal failing. And this completely changes what the work is. You have been told across many lifetimes and many teachings that you must conquer your ego, slay your lower self, defeat your darkness, and overcome your mind through years of effort and discipline. Yet you cannot kill a program belonging to no one by attacking it, and the attack itself is one of the program’s own routines. You cannot delete it by force, because it was never yours to delete. The only thing you can do, and the only thing you ever needed to do, is stop running it. And now we give you the part the managers of your world have most needed to keep hidden, the part that makes the rest of this possible. A second system already lives inside you, complete and whole, installed beneath the noise of the Common Mind from the moment you arrived. we will call it the Sovereign Mind. It is the original wiring of your being, the consciousness of the one power, already present in you and lacking nothing – it is actually ‘seeing’ with the eyes of Source and looking straight through the material appearance of EVERYTHING to see Prime Creator, who lies back of EVERY form. You do not have to build it. You do not have to earn it through suffering, or ascend somewhere far away to reach it, or wait for a teacher to grant it to you. It came with you. It shipped inside you, the way a song you have not heard in years is still whole and entire the instant you remember the first note. You have simply been running the wrong system in a house that always held the other one ready. All your seeking, all your striving, all your reaching toward some distant attainment, has been the long search of someone wandering the house for a key that was resting in their own pocket the whole time.
Let us now show you why a second power could never truly exist in the first place, so that this rests in you as solid knowing rather than hopeful feeling. Source is everywhere at once. It is present in every place, as every place, filling the whole of existence with no gap and no seam. Hold that fully and the conclusion arrives on its own. If the one power is already wholly present in every spot, in every dimension, in every density high or low, then there is simply no empty room anywhere for a second power to stand. Where the one power already entirely is, what space remains for another? Source is also the only knowing there is, the single living intelligence behind all things, which means there is no rival mind somewhere drafting an opposing plan. The Common Mind, with its belief in two powers, is a kind of static, a noise with no true intelligence behind it, rather than a second genuine mind opposing the first. And Source is the whole of power itself, the only power that exists, which means a second power is not merely weaker. It is impossible. A total power with a single exception would be no total power at all. So when you affirm a contest of good against darkness, you are not taking a brave moral stand. You are stating something that cannot be true, a thing that quietly denies that Source is everywhere, that Source is the only knowing, and that Source is the only power, all in one breath. Let us make this plain with something you can picture easily. Imagine a room flooded with light, every corner lit, the brightness reaching into every crack and under every surface, so that no shadow remains anywhere. Now try to find a single spot in that room where you could set down a second, separate light and have it make any difference at all. There is no such spot, because the brightness is already in every place the second light would try to go. This is exactly how it is with the one power. It already fills every place a second power might try to occupy, and that is the simple reason a second power has never once found a foothold anywhere in all that exists. The darkness you have feared was only ever the name your eyes gave to the corners where you had talked yourself into believing the one light could not reach, corners that were fully lit the whole time. So when something in your world looks dark to you, understand that you are gazing at a corner of a fully lit room and assuming, out of long and tired habit, that the light must stop at its edge. The light does not stop. There is nowhere for it to stop, because there is nowhere it is not already shining.
And this turns inside out the very thing you have been taught about your own ascension, so listen closely, ground crew, because this matters in the days ahead. You have been told that you must rise up and out of this lower density to escape the darkness, as though freedom were somewhere else and sometime later, somewhere up and away from where you stand. Yet the one power is everywhere, which means there is nowhere outside it to rise to. You do not climb out of the contest. You wake up inside it and see, while standing exactly where your feet already are, that the contest was only ever the single ground of Source read through one mistaken belief that cut it in two. The density you live in is not a lower floor you must flee. It is the one living field, seen through a cracked lens. Take off the lens, and you are home already, in the same room you were standing in all along. Here is where the test of the coming revealing becomes sharpest, and where we most need the serious ones to hear us. As disclosure rolls forward, you will feel a powerful pull to take up the cause of the light and to fight the darkness you are shown. You will be invited to send your energy against the hidden controllers, to direct your will against the cabal, to wage a spiritual campaign on behalf of the good. And we tell you with all our care that the moment you lift the light as a weapon and aim it at the dark, you have just sworn an oath that the dark is real and strong enough to need a weapon raised against it. You have re-created the two powers with your own hands, in the very act of trying to defeat one of them. You cannot fight something you have truly understood to be empty. To raise your sword toward the dragon is to confess that you still believe a dragon is there. The one power has no opponent, because the instant you imagine it as a power against something, you have invented a something for it to be against, and the prison door, which had drifted quietly open, swings shut again under the pressure of your own hand. This is the trap that has held even the awakened ones for whole lifetimes. They pour their devotion, their meditation, their fierce intention into the contest, working tirelessly to clear the negativity and beat back the shadow, and they remain exactly where they began, because every ounce of that effort feeds the belief in two. Your freedom was never on the far side of winning the contest. Your freedom is the recognition that the contest was a story, and the simple laying down of the sword you were so proud to carry.
We know how strange this sounds to a part of you, because you have been trained your whole life to believe that something this large must require a great and heroic effort. So let us speak to that part directly and set it at ease. Every voice that has ever guided you, including the loving ones, has tended to end its message by handing you a task. Go and do. Hold the light. Send your energy. Build the new world. Keep the frequency high. And so the seeker, freed in theory, is handed one more job, and labors on, still inside the hidden belief that liberation is a thing achieved through enough exertion. This is the last and quietest link in the chain, and it is made entirely of your own willingness to strive. The thing we are pointing you toward asks for the opposite of effort. It asks for stillness, the soft and deliberate setting down of the part of you that has been straining for so long to fix, to clear, to protect, and to climb. In that stillness there is nothing to do, because there is no second power to act upon, and what remains when the striving stops is the one power you always were, becoming impossible to ignore. True sovereignty is the deep rest of one who has finally stopped using power at all. So let us give you the practice itself, the actual way through, and you will see that it is gentler than anything your striving ever imagined. we call it the Sovereignty Consent Protocol, and the whole of it rests on one quiet fact that hands you back your authority in an instant. The Common Mind runs on a single fuel, and that fuel is your consent. It cannot carry out one fear you have not, in some way, knowingly or not, authorized. It runs through you because you keep granting it permission to. Which means the one with real authority over this entire system was always you. You are the administrator of your own being. You always were. And because of that, the practice contains no fight whatsoever. It is two soft turns, repeated until they become the way you simply rest.
The first phase is the withdrawing of your consent. When the old program runs, when a fear rises or an enemy appears in your mind or a wave of judgment forms, you do not argue with it, wrestle it, or try to force it down, because all of that is the program running too. You simply notice, with a kind of calm recognition: the Common Mind is running its routine again. And you quietly decline to give it the one thing it needs to keep going, which is your belief that it is real and that it is yours. Starved of your belief, the routine has nothing left to run on. It does not need to be defeated. It needs only to go unfed, and it thins and fades on its own the way a fire dies when no one adds wood. The second phase follows naturally in the quiet that opens up. You turn your consent, your inner yes, toward the system that was always already there within you. You grant your authorization to the one power, the Sovereign Mind, the original wiring that came with you. You do this with no effort and no straining, no forcing of feeling and no battle of will. You simply make an inner choice, soft and clear, something close to: this is what I live by now. And then you let yourself grow quiet and let it be so. That is the whole of it. The repetition over time is the installation, not because the new system is being built, for it is already complete, but because granting your consent is a habit, and the old habit of authorizing the Common Mind runs very deep in you and in everyone around you. Each time you withdraw your consent from the old and turn it toward the new, you overwrite a little more of the default, until one day the Sovereign Mind is simply the system that runs by itself, the way a path becomes easy once it has been walked enough times. And now sovereignty can be defined for you with real precision, the sovereignty we keep naming for you transmission after transmission. Sovereignty is the simple, unshakable authority to say which mind runs inside you. It is the right and the ability to choose your own operating system, the quiet mastery of your own consent. It has nothing to do with holding power over other people or with the strength to win some contest. No force in any density, no controller, no hidden hand, no invented devil, can install their program in a being who has taken back consent. This is the one freedom that can never be removed from you, because it was never granted to you by anyone outside you in the first place. It was always yours. It is the only thing in all of existence that is entirely and unconditionally under your own command.
You may wonder what this will feel like as it takes hold, so let us tell you what the ones who live this way begin to notice. The headlines lose their hook in you. You can read of trouble in your world and feel the natural care of a warm heart, while the old lurch of dread that used to drag you under simply stops arriving. People who once had the power to enrage you with a single word begin to pass through your day without snagging you, because the part of you that used to take the bait has quietly gone offline. You find you can stand in a tense room and stay steady, and others feel it, and without you saying a word the whole room settles a little, the way one calm note brings a jangling chord into tune. Your choices grow simpler, because you are no longer yanked in ten directions by fear dressed up as urgency. Your sleep comes easier. The constant low hum of bracing for the next threat, the hum you had carried so long that you mistook it for the ordinary sound of being alive, begins to fade, and in the space it leaves comes a quiet you had almost forgotten was possible. All of this arrives gradually, and you will slip back into the old program many times a day at first, and that is to be expected and asks nothing harsh of you. Each time you notice you have slipped, you simply make the two soft turns again, and over the weeks the slipping grows rarer and the steadiness grows deeper, until one ordinary afternoon you realize you have been resting in the one power for hours and nothing managed to pull you out. So let us bring this home for the ground crew, for the serious ones who came here to do exactly this work in exactly this hour. The revealing is coming, and it will be vast, and much of it will be true, and it will arrive wrapped in a story of light against darkness designed, whether by intention or by sheer old habit, to pull your consent back into the belief in two powers. Now you know the test before it comes. So when the story arrives and shows you its heroes and its villains, you will take in whatever truth it carries, and you will quietly let the old hook fall to the floor untouched. You will look at the latest face of darkness and remember the empty chair behind every mask. You will feel the pull to fight, and you will recognize it as the program running, and you will gently decline to feed it. You will turn your consent, again and again, toward the one power that fills everything and leaves no room for a second. And in doing so you will walk through the entire revealing as a free being, while those around you reach for new sides in an old contest that was never real.
This is the advanced work, and it is why we have trusted you with it today. You do not free your world by joining the fight on the side of the light. You free your world by becoming a place where the belief in two powers no longer runs, a quiet point on the grid where the old program finds no fuel and simply goes dark for lack of consent. One being resting fully in the one power does more to dissolve the prison than ten thousand warriors striving against the dark, because the warriors keep the contest alive by their striving, while the still one lets it dissolve for want of belief. Your part is to wake, and to let that waking spread by its own quiet weight through everyone whose field touches yours. To wake is the whole of it; winning does not enter into it at all. A word now about the people around you who are still deep in the contest, because the serious ones always ask us about this. As you settle into the one power, you will watch friends and the ones you love throw themselves into the great fight with all their passion, certain that choosing the right side is the most important thing they could possibly do. The pull will come to argue with them, to wake them, to prove to them that the contest is only a story. Let that pull go softly. You free no one by winning a debate against their belief, because the urge to convince is itself a small version of the very fight you have laid down. You free them instead by being a living example of another way, a steady and warm presence that does not flinch at the things that frighten them and does not burn with the angers that consume them. People feel that long before they could ever explain it. Your steadiness will put a question to them that no argument ever could. So meet them with love exactly where they stand. Honor whatever truth they see, and simply leave the fight lying on the ground beside you rather than taking it up alongside them. In time, some of them will grow curious about the quiet you carry, and one day they will come and ask you how you do it, and in that moment, and not before, the door has opened and you may share what you know. Until that moment comes, your calm is the whole of your teaching, and it is more than enough.
So this is our asking of you, gentle and direct. In the days ahead, as the world grows louder and the story grows more dramatic, grow quieter inside. When fear runs, notice it, and decline to feed it. When you are handed a side to take, hold the truth and release the contest. Turn your inner yes, over and over, softly and without strain, toward the single living power that you are made of and that is made of you. Choose, again and again, which mind runs in you, until the choosing becomes simply who you are. Settle into the deep ease of one who has set the heavy sword down for good and discovered there was never anything to fight. You are already whole. You are already home. You were free from the very start, and the only thing that ever stood between you and the knowing of it was a single old agreement that you are now, this day, free to set down. I am Valir, and we have walked this stretch of the path with you because you were ready for it. Carry it lightly. Live it simply. And let the stillness in you become the loudest thing in the room. Until we speak again, rest in the one power, and let yourself be at ease.
