Today I made a big decision. I decided to step away from my career as a tattoo artist. This isn’t coming from anger or failure. It’s coming from honesty. It no longer feels aligned with who I am becoming, and I can’t continue doing something I don’t fully burn for. And if I’m being completely real… I’m both excited and scared. Scared about money. Scared about the unknown. Scared of stepping away from something that has been part of my identity for years. But I also know I can’t stay somewhere just because it’s safe. I’m sharing this because maybe someone out there is sitting with the same feeling — knowing it’s time for change, but being afraid to move. If that’s you, you’re not alone. If you’ve been through something similar, I would honestly loveee to hear from you 🤍

How can we end slavery? Slavery still exists. Most souls are still enslaved to their jobs. To their money. To their image. To their status. To survival. And I know you know it does not have to be like this. I know we’re all tired of being enslaved to the matrix. Enslaved to the illusion of fear. At least, I know I am. I am still working a regular job. I’m grateful that it aligns somewhat with my values, but I am done being a slave. I feel it’s time to take back our ownership of our souls by demanding sovereignty and abundance. It takes courage to choose love/God over fear. To say no to enslavement when godly compensation is questionable. Today, I called out of work on very short notice because I am tired of being a slave. I don’t want to go to work today. I am tired and overwhelmed. I am unsure and sure. I am still swimming in the unknown. But I choose love, if that costs me losing my job then so be it. I know God got me. The question is how can we encourage humanity to make hard decisions like these. To choose to follow what they feel instead of what they think is “real”? To choose God over money for that is how the 1% have been controlling us. Anyways, a little food for thought. I live in a conservative area in California that is very matrixy. I’ve grown up with my family constantly under stress of making ends meet. They don’t understand the name of the game. They just see survival. Outgrowing these perceptions while still in them has been hard as my path has been nitpicked and challenged. I’ve chose to devote my life to art/love…a non practical route in their eyes. But I know that God/Source/love is my provision, not the 1%’s frickin bullshit money. I’m tapped into God’s wealth. And so this is what I am sitting with today. Unplugging from the system and replugging into infinity. A scary place to be for my ego, but exciting for my soul. When the wealth manifests into physical, I hope to free others. But for now, I choose me and hope that one day we’ll all be free.

Let’s pick one and share our reasons in comment 🤗

I’m curious how this lands here… Do you feel that divide in your own life? Like you connect most with people who share similar wounds or awareness? Do you find yourself agreeing with this quote I read today from a book or almost wishing it didn’t resonate so much? Quote: “After trauma the world becomes sharply divided between those who know and those who don’t.” People who haven’t can’t be trusted because they don’t know and can’t understand. Sometimes I wonder if many of us here are “wounded warriors,” but also people who don’t want to be defined by what hurt us. Would love to hear your thoughts https://open.substack.com/pub/alexandraclair/p/awareness-without-identity?r=286bm&utm_medium=ios

Lately, before falling asleep, I’ve found myself drifting into a strange little ritual. I imagine stepping out of my physical body and standing quietly beside it. From there, I listen. And whatever sound reaches me, I give it form — I imagine its shape, its distance, its presence in the world. There’s a house nearby where two dogs bark sometimes in the night. In my wandering, I walk over and gently pet them. When I hear an ambulance siren, I follow it through the darkness, tracing its path by the fading sound, wondering where it is going. If someone passes by the alley talking on the phone, I secretly listen, smiling to myself at fragments of their story. It feels like standing at the threshold between worlds — the waking one slowly dissolving, another quietly opening. I’m curious — do you ever experience something like this before sleep? What happens around you as you cross into rest? What soothes you? What is the last thought that visits you before your body completely lets go? I want to know your world at the edge of sleep.