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I Asked the Divine What I’m Meant to Do — Here’s What I Heard

This morning, while brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I said something out loud I didn’t plan to say:

“I’m willing to do what I’m meant to do on this planet.”

I kept repeating it.
Over and over.

Then I started asking — out loud, again and again:

“What is it that I’m meant to do here?”
“What is it that I’m meant to do here?”

It wouldn’t stop.

Then, without thinking, I opened my laptop — like something wanted to be written.

So I wrote.

And this is what I wrote:

What is it that I need to know, Divine team? tell me… I am listening.
I am listening.
I am listening.
Please… I want to hear you.

I’m sorry for the disconnection. I got scared.
I tried to rush the connection last time I “opened the gate.” It got too intense. Too many mixed energies. Too fast.

But I remember that moment. That brief moment we had — or that I believe we had.

I don’t know what it was.
But I do know I’ve never felt so much love in this existence.
It felt like floating inside a cloud made of safety.
The softest, most loving hug I’ve ever known.

I got scared because it was too good. Too much.
And I know now: I’m the one who pulled back. Not you.

So I’m here again. Willing. Listening.

And then something came through:

“You’re meant to do exactly what you’re doing now. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Don’t get distracted by trying to figure out what you already know by instinct.

And you know what that is.
And it cannot be labeled or named. It just is.
You just are.
And that is the truth.”

I stared at the words on the screen like —
Wait… what?
What the heck was that?
I don’t even know where it came from.
But I know I couldn’t have made that up on purpose.

Was it the answer I wanted?
Not really.

But maybe it’s the one I needed.

Maybe we spend so much time begging for signs…
that we forget how often we’ve already heard them.
Or written them.
Or been them.

I don’t have a five-step plan.
I don’t have a polished message.
But I have this moment.

And maybe — that’s enough.

If any part of this landed for you, feel free to write me at mary@marybejaranomoore.com. I read every message.