Hello hello whatttup buttercups, my bluemoons. I just feel like the weight is lighter. The light is lighter. Coming out of a cocoon maybe? Not too sure, feeling like I am going to come out of the cocoon, like there is a shift happening. Well, there’s a lot that’s been happening actually. Last week I talked about how I have self-isolated myself, meaning I’m not engaging with anybody in my world, because it’s really hard to be able to sustain this high vibration. I’m rising above the bullshit, and I don’t want to engage with bullshit. I don’t want to be around bullshit, and I don’t want to be the one to convince others what I’m doing. And I’m not talking about social media or the space online, because that’s a whole other discussion here. I’m talking about in person, or it’s not even in person because I don’t see anybody, but real-life relationships. And since self-isolation, and basically taking sacred silence, I don’t have to do anything. I don’t have to respond. I don’t have to. Lols. It feels so light to take everyone’s bullshit away from me, and that is because I, as an empath, as a feeler, as someone who works with the psychology and science of the workings of the human brain and the mind, and how that then flows into the body and into the soul and interacts with your world when I interact with these people, I automatically do this. So sorry if you’re my friend, because it’s automatic. I have spent over 20 years observing little human beings in their world, the psychology behind why they interact with each other, why they don’t, why they chose to sit down instead of going and walking around, all of that. I know exactly why little things are doing what they’re doing, because of what their brain has decided. Their neuropath has chosen that. And a part of my work that I have done with little children is changing that neuropath, or igniting a new neuropath for them to make better choices. And working with children has taught me that it’s fucking really hard to work with adults. You all suck. You’re so fucking set in your ways that I can say the littlest comment about something that you were doing, and you will get so triggered and defend, and it’s just like, well, I wouldn’t have said the comment in the first place if I didn’t make that observation.

Hello beautiful Bluemoons Appreciate your patience, this weeks Rituals will be dropping today, yes....Sunday night came and my internet wouldn't upload, some Monday and then yesterday Energy Australia had a blackout all day, leaving the rituals sitting my my folders waiting to upload, letter ready to send....I'll send it out asap and look forward in hearing your reflections and insights. PS who's loving the rituals; yoga, meditation, breath work, oracle card? which one do you love the most? So much love

Whattuppp buttercups. Cheers to you and another week down. Well I know I know this letter is late, and I’m really feeling into like what a week feels like to me, and it doesn’t feel complete by the Friday. I feel like I didn’t write this letter to you because I knew there was going to be things that was happening on Friday and Saturday before I wanted to send it out. I’ve had so many things go on last week, this week. It’s weird, see? When you’re writing a week letter, it’s weird. With my water tank company not showing up, and that was booked in for Thursday. So I held out to write this letter going to celebrate that my water tank is here and all these sorts of things, and then they didn’t show up. And I spent Friday going, well, I really want to write like the completion of it. So I think my reflection at the moment is that it’s Sunday to Sunday. And I feel, I’m feeling into that Sundays when I want to send the letter out. It’s, and I think it’s a little bit like magic, you know. No post comes on Sundays except for in this magical world. It’s the letter that you, only letter that you’ll ever receive on a Sunday, you know. So I think that’s sort of what the fuck has been on my mind, and where I’ve been. If you’ve been checking your inbox, love it. Sorry this is late. Miss you. Love you. And what’s been going on since my last letter is basically nothing. An emotional roller coaster. I have been let down professionally by, it’s not just the mechanic. We’re not going to box the one mechanic, but, you know, we’re calling it the mechanics. But it’s actually a mechanic, and then a fabricator and welder, and then a panel beater. There’s three different shops working on my car. And one out of the three shops, which we’re up to, let me down. They didn’t follow through with what they said they would do. And they said that they would go pick up my car, complete the job, and it’s just been sitting there. And that, like, that’s heartbreaking. Like, that broke my heart. And I’ve been let down with friends, family, loved ones. I feel so invisible in the world. I feel like nobody gives a fucking shit about me. I feel like nobody checks in, nobody calls. Like, my only notifications on my phone is my social media. I can go a week and a half, two weeks, where I only hear from social media. And that’s really isolating. But also, that comes down to, hey I really am struggling without my car. I’m struggling being stuck here. And the things that are giving me joy is getting up and leaving the house that I don’t want to be in, and going and spending the day at my new house. No service. Whether it’s to do nothing, whether it’s to sleep on the floor, whether it’s to just sit, whether it’s to record a zillion videos that are currently pointless to post. We’re in a bit of a pause, you know. But it’s bringing me joy. And then I return home. When I get home, like, I’m tired, I’m overwhelmed, I don’t want to be here, I’ve got to re-settle in. I feel like I’m, like, disorientated.

Whatttuppp buttercups..Hello, hello. Fuck yes to another week. Yes, another week with no car. Another week of things not being the way that I want them to be. But I tell you what, this week, everything feels like it changed. The words for this week. Serendipity, synchronicity, and embodiment. Because everything is aligning as I'm embodying it. Everything is coming together. And you know, there's things that I haven't told anyone about. I'm not telling anybody. And I'm a big believer that if you have a wish, tell everybody your wish. Let everybody make the wish with you. You know, they're lying to on your birthday saying, keep your wish a secret, otherwise it doesn't come true. Because that's bullshit. The manifestation comes from a vibration if everyone wishes for you. The issue with that is that you don't want dickheads destroying your wish, right? So you don't want to tell people that don't have a high vibration or able to sustain the faith and that belief. So I guess where I'm at at the moment is that it's actually really sad, what I'm gonna share. Get the tissues ready. When I went through buying my house, not one person celebrated with me. Not one person was in my back corner going, fuck yes, you got this, girl. Actually, no, take that back. One person. Two people actually, but one of those people is very inconsistent with their support. One minute it's like, yay, fuck yes to you. And the next minute it's just like, yeah, that's like, the fact that you have to do this is just your life's chaos. It's like, you can't criticize me for my choices in my own life when the choices are to fix my problems. People making choices that are against fixing their problems, you know, then you've got a leg to fucking stand on. But hang on, you've got no legs to stand on because you're not in my situation, and you actually cannot criticize or critique my choices. So that person gets taken off the list. There's probably one human being that I told about my experience that had my back, that was just like, fuck yes. And that I would even tell, like, everyone thinks that I'm gonna get scammed. No one is supportive, no one is this, no one is that. No one's like, yay, Aimee, like, I can't wait till you have, like, your new life. And, you know, that person just, even saying that was just like, that's bullshit that nobody can support you. Even if you do get scammed, I'll support you when you get scammed. Like, it's, like, I don't understand why people treat you like this. And I was really appreciative of that person, but I guess the point of my story here is that I rang my own mom, and, like, my house is coming. It's getting off the boat tomorrow, the truckie's gonna pick it up and drop it to my house. And her response was, I'll celebrate when it's actually there, Aimee. Because she still didn't believe in it arriving. She still didn't believe that it was real. I went through a whole year of having to convince everybody in my life that I'm not getting scammed, I'm not wasting my money, I am doing this, it's all okay. Why should I have to convince you it's all okay while I'm trying to convince myself it's all okay? It became so fucking overwhelming that right now I'm not telling anybody anything that I'm doing because everybody in my world is unsupportive.

Fuck yes. And cheers to you. Cheers to another week. And yes, that means we have finally reached the three months of being in the middle of the bush with no car. An update on that. There are three people working on my car. We have a mechanic, a panel beater, and a fabricator and welder. The three of them are working together about who’s doing what. We’re up to the bit where the fabricator was going to put the panels in, and then we were going to send it to the panel beater to paint. Then the panel beater suggested it would actually be quicker if he went and picked up the car and installed the panels himself because, well, it’s his job. Then he’ll finish that up and send it back to the mechanic so he can finish whatever he’s finishing up. That was like two weeks ago. It’s Friday, so I rang him. “Oh hey, how’s it going? How’s my car?” “Oh, it’s still at the mechanic. I haven’t gone and picked it up yet.” And I just said, “Oh.” I didn’t even know how to respond. I was speechless. You could hear him pause, and I wanted to lose my fucking shit. But I didn’t. I took a breath and gave him the appropriate response. There was a little bit of truth in it though. I said, “This is an urgency. I’ve now had three months of being stranded in the middle of the bush with no car. It’s affecting my mental health now, and all the implications of having no car. Is there a way that you can hurry this up or put an urgency on my job?” He went, “Oh… okay. Yep. Sure thing.” I got off the phone and I was just like… fucking bullshit. Sometimes I feel so fucking invisible. I get really frustrated at the fact that he’s off doing another job, the fabricator’s off doing another job, and there’s all these other things going on. But when my parts arrived and it was my turn to have my job done, it just got put on the back burner because I’m not the customer standing right in front of their face. I’ve really learned, living in the middle of the bush, that if you’re not directly in front of somebody’s face, if you’re not actively in their lives, people really only focus on what’s in front of them. My car is just sitting out the back somewhere. They probably don’t even think about it. I just had to breathe. Oh well.