Her song was getting stronger and more potent. As the frequency in her voice dropped, the endurance of her body exploded. Strength was not in power, strength came in the form of balance.

The princess was becoming a walking living breating spirit on the earth. When she met people, she knew who they were, and she would allow them to be themselves in their entirety with her. She was a mother, to the core, and she could not see children suffer without trying to give them love first. Everyone wanted love, but everyone required their own unique form of love. The princess was really good in sharing her adventures and journeys with others in the knowing that they would be inspired to continue their own.

All her bits of matter had found their balance, their ideal electron placement for all the atoms in her body. This is how she never could impose anything on anybody, and how people felt her presence always. Whenever she stepped into a room, electrons would align themselves to their natural state and the air around the princess would be put at ease. She was nothing to fear, because any peace that existed around her was all a choice by those around her, she simply led by example. Because she had found peace, others also wanted to find theirs. Like a mother, she could never ever go on a journey for anybody, but she could watch patietly and be there to heal when needed.

If the energy around her was too chaotic, there was no longer any craziness that couldn't be balanced out by a good laugh, her balanced voice, her strong yet gentle singing, or her nice smile. If the energy was still too chaotic, usually the chaos left, not the princess. People were picking up on it. As she continued to sing day by day, she realized that more and more people were listening to her, more people were coming from far off lands to hear her song, but more importantly, more people were beginning to discover themselves. This is what made the princess truly happy. That all her kiddos had grown up, that they now knew what she was talking about, and that they were all deciding to come home again to listen to her song and compose new ones collectively, and of course her delicious cooking. Mothers just know a thing or two about love. They were all becoming strong bright deep blue burning white light producing stars. This mother was experiencing the best life that could ever exist for her, her own.