more thwarting of my own usurping

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I am feeling glib about my own actions (but I can forgive myself because I was insane) and I am feeling super motivated to do more but finally at a reasonable pace. I'm very surprised to be in THIS situation as i have been ever since Greece. I am over the moon to be going to Heaven after this current stint... And I am desperately happy to know of the gods existence! Life has become ahmahzing to be in and reality is sounding like a truly epic invention!
The gods seem to be meaning to be being kind, tolerant and guiding toward myself... They are amazed by ME with perhaps because of my lucidity at even prototyping anything of the sort and because I am BEING this particular esoteric collection of qualities.... They also find it amazing to interact with myself which makes me think all that everything type of living I've been STRUGGLING. To be achieving. Was worthwhile!
About everything that's going on around or about me (purgatory and the vision) I am feeling a) uplifted that anything of the sort exists (or is even existable!), b) kind of in awe at creators and hierarchy occupiers, c) peeved I never figured it out before (because there was no need to be rushing through life like that 🤔😄🙃). About all the talking that has occurred I feel a) kind of like hmm well ok then! (kind of like so that's a whoke bundle of amazing facts and opinions), b) beats doing group therapy with hope charity and c) seems like overkill! 

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