It would be great. If all the middle class stopped working. No more trucking. No more gas. No more public transportation . Idk how to do it. I mean you need hospitals. You need the police and fire department. It is unfair to put those people to work as the others protest. But for this to happen we have to come together as one. With a common goal. Bring down the unjust and the greed. Stick it to the big corporations and corrupt govt. But we need to come together. But the elite makes sure we are divided by news reports and social media . Why all the fights. Red vs blue. The race cards. The sex cards. They divide us everyday so we don't unit. Why you think John Lennon was dangerous. He had a following and a message of peace. And imagine no countries. No religion no politics. People were listening. So the fbl put a watch on him. Same with MLK JFK and others. We have to come together. Even though we may not relate. We need that common thread though. Have you had enough yet ? Are you willing to sacrifice. Or are you happy with the narrative " well I got mine so fuck the rest but I'll give to charity". How is that working for you as you still prove your point to your family that blue is better than red. We need to march again. We need to stop working and flood D.C streets. With millions of people. Make them hear us. By taking away their slaves. Cause I hate to inform you as you sleep. You are a slave. You have no freedoms. It's a smoke and mirror show. We got people's attention by Stromming area 51 a few years back. We need to do that shit again. But on a bigger scale and a better target. Leave the fucking aliens alone. Let's go for the humans. Or maybe this shit doesn't matter and we will float into the sky August 12th. As the 3,000 billionaries are in their bunkers. Yeah. Go ahead and mock me. It's expected and no surprise. I guess you are still asleep and have your cell phone and your candy crush and fortnight and PlayStation. Yeah. Enjoy your freedom. And don't bitch when you hear news reports of Epstein and his files or P. Diddys parties. Don't you dare go. Oh that's sad and sick and demented. And go back to your Xbox and sleep 😴😴💯

My heart rate was pushing the high 90s while I was lying down doing nothing. No running. No stress. Just my body doing its thing. Old me would’ve spiraled: Why is this happening? What’s wrong with me? Is this it? But I’ve learned something lately. Instead of fighting the feeling, I used a simple tool: 10 pulses per second. Isochronic tone. Sounds like a little helicopter in your ears. I put it on. Closed my eyes. Breathed in for 4 seconds… out for 6. Two or three minutes later… Heart rate: 74. Back in the normal range. Nothing mystical. No miracles. Just sound, breath, and awareness. Sometimes we don’t need a big solution. We just need a small reset. That’s part of The Human Thread among us all. Not every feeling is a command. Not every spike is danger. Sometimes it’s just a thread passing through. Sound + breath = reset. Simple tools. Real results. Moments of hope. That start of as a snowball and becomes the base of your own snowman. Love peace and harmony. 💚💪💯

My mind still can’t fully accept that I’m okay. It keeps searching for health problems. This is my loop. This is one of my mental traps. Half of me knows I’m fine. The other half scans every sensation. Lightheadedness, cramps, tingles, fog. I’ll be honest. This gets old. It’s rough. But I know this moment will pass. Just like others have. I’m looking forward to seeing my PCP this Wednesday. Be strong. Peace and love. 😔💚💪

I was just reflecting on my day today. I am happy. I can see the progress. Today been a good day for me mentally and physically. All that shadow work was worth it for me. 💚👽👍

I’ve been doing a lot of work on myself during this journey. When New Year’s came, I did some real inventory. Not the usual stuff like losing weight or quitting smoking. Those are all great things to do for yourself. But for me, this year is about mental change. How I handle my depression. How I handle my anxiety. How I ease my panic attacks. I had to become open, willing, and honest with myself. Then I had to do the work. What kind of work? The work of change. Changing my thought process. Finding acceptance for things that were tearing at my soul. Finding the sources of that pain and trying to put them to rest. There were a lot of tears. There were a lot of trips to the hospital. But in the end, it has been worth it. I won’t lie—healing hurts. Truth can hurt. But it can also cure. This last month has been a ride. And I can happily report that one inch a day of change brings you a yard down the road. Right now, I’m doing a couple inches at a time. And that’s perfect for me. If I keep showing up and keep my faith, in a few months. I’ll be miles down the road from my old self. Stay strong. Stay focused. And stay in the fight. For me, it’s been worth all the pain and tears so far. 💚👽💯