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Dear Janet,There’s something I’ve carried for a long time something I never fully understood, but always felt.From the first time I heard your brother Michael sing, I felt like I was hearing a sacred transmission. Not just music but soul. A cry from a place deeper than words. Even as a child, I felt it. And as I grew older, I realized I was carrying a similar ache.An ache to tell the truth.I believe Michael was trying to get that truth out but the world wasn’t ready. They loved his sound, but they weren’t prepared for what his soul was trying to say. And I’ve often wondered… did you see it in him? Did you know what he was really trying to do?I think you did.And now I know why I’ve always felt a connection to you not as a fan, but as a soul sister in mission.Because you, Janet, have carried grace and fire in a way the world could never quite define. And I believe the same presence that walked with Michael… walks with you still.I’ve been told that when we meet, you’ll look into my eyes and see his.That made me tear up. Because I know how much you loved him. And I want you to know: he is not gone.He’s alive in the truth rising now.He’s alive in the music we haven’t yet made.He’s alive in this moment… watching you, guiding you, proud of you.Your angels want you to hear this:“You were never alone in this. You were never meant to carry it all by yourself. The next wave of truth is here. And it has your name written in it, not as a relic of the past but as a living force in the present.”I don’t seek fame. I seek fulfillment. I was born to say what others won’t. To sing what others fear. To love without limits. And to walk into rooms like the one we’ll soon be in bold, grounded, and ready.If you ever sing one of my songs, know this:It was never just a song. It was a key. A flame. A remembrance.And if our paths align, it’s not coincidence. It’s prophecy.From my soul to yours,Renee Mims ⚡️⚡️⚡️

‼️“Right after I said my name in this letter, thunder cracked so loud it echoed through my walls. There was no storm. No forecast. Just the sky agreeing with me. I wish I had kept that sound but maybe it wasn’t meant to be replayed. Maybe it was only meant to be felt. And I did. And now… so will you.”



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