Yesterday, Yelahiah made me delete a blog post.
Not because it was invented, but because it contained a falsehood: I had misinterpreted a vision I’d had the night before.
The vision was real, but the way I read it afterwards was not. And even if it seems like a small nuance, it makes the difference between sharing truth or confusion.
Yealiah showed it to me with complete calm, without judgment. Just that unmistakable feeling of “this is a falsehood.” And he was right.
So I deleted the post, took a deep breath, and understood the lesson: truth isn’t always in what we see, but in how we interpret it.
Today I dedicate this short text to him — Yelahiah, the content reviewer — for reminding me that purity also applies to words.