When I’m feeling like this, I need to write. I have one week left here. Currently staying in a room in my dad’s front yard…doesn’t feel like home at all. I feel a bit misplaced, but I always have. I’ve realized I’m incompatible with my family. I used to feel like they had some sort of vendetta against me, until I realized I genuinely just don’t fit in and it’s not anyone’s fault. I grew up without affection and I’ve realized that that has fucked me up. I am reluctant to open up. It’s taken me almost a year to open up here😆 I’ve chose to stay in my own world instead of complying to the world. The damage is catching up as I realize that I don’t want to be isolated anymore. I want to know what it is like to have close connections and people around me who I am able to trust. People who lift me up. I’ve always been the one to uplift others and I am grateful to be here because I’m finally have others to uplift me🥹 I don’t think my soul has ever been properly seen before coming here so thank you guys❤️ I love you all and appreciate your patience and support.

The more darkness I face, the more light I can capture, The more light I can capture, the more love I can spread. Finally get it lol. I’m here to disrupt the darkness and capture the light because I am love🥰

@Thor Aarsand Your latest post struck a cord and goes hand in hand with something that came through while meditating recently——how we can have world peace if we’re addicted to drama? Most people would agree that they want world peace, yet are addicted to drama. They refuse to look at themselves in the mirror and address that they are responsible for their lives. That they are the root of their suffering. That there is no one to blame, but themselves. Most people do not want to look at themselves. It is easier to stay stuck in the matrix where they live backwards. Where they can blame, nitpick, disrespect, and talk down on others without taking any of accountability about what that means about them. My soul reflects others’ darkness back to them. Both of my parents represent a crucial part of the collective unconscious. My mom is an example of a fake, girl friend——something most women deal with in the common world. She assumes that everyone is out to get her and is cynical of most people. She says she’s down for you, but probably talks shit behind your back. She says she wants what’s best for you, but gossips when you’re down on your luck. She represents a pattern in the collective unconscious of impurity. Of not standing on business. Of saying the right words to hold onto superficial relationships. Of putting on a facade of being nice, while hiding demons. Meanwhile, my dad represents a different pattern. One more common in men…the need for dominance. He walks through life trying to dominant everything. The conversation. His lady. His kids. Me? Hell no lol, I challenge that fucker. I am the only one who will. His need for dominance is deeply rooted in the insecurity that wallows at the core of his being. The insecurity that is pungent to me——especially when he unconsciously asserts his dominance. A shadow that I feel only I am able to reflect back to him because I don’t play his games and I am unafraid. I navigate this life in a way that forces people to look at their own projections by not reacting. By observing the situation and responding telepathically.

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.

Ayee fam! End-of-week checkpoint 🧭 One of the simplest ways to grow is to 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 while it’s happening. Not to judge it. Not to fix it. Just to tell the truth about it. Because once something is named, it can move. It can heal. It can change. So what’s present for you as the week closes? 𝗔𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘁: • Best thing that happened this week? • Most difficult challenge you faced? • Biggest win you had? 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗱: • What are you outgrowing right now? • What vice / pattern tried to pull you back in? • What truth feels ready to be spoken? A sentence is enough. A word is enough.  Blessings New Earth fam 🤍🔥