When's the last time you did something for the first time?

Goodmorning upper... no I'll start it this way. Good day, the blogger b!tch is back. Yeah I said I would be consistent, and in a way so did you... and yet you're still sitting on pots of gold -while eating the same burgers we both agreed you would stop eating, but me being me I don't judge. And no, this isn't me with my god complex everyone around me thinks I have, it's just the truth. Why would I judge when I believe in hills and those same hills having eyes? I can't judge what I would also do, and since I'm fond of picking up what I sometimes try my hardest to put down, I know that some things are hard to put down -indefinitely. I too am clumsy. I too seem to also find myself slipping, tumbling, sinking, and crumbling when times are unclear and I'm most of all burnt out. But February has to be my break now, because I can't afford another break down. I've been needing something spicy, something inhabitable yet still attainable. I&#

In all areas of our lives, being who we need to be is our greatest speciality. I've learned that natural depletion comes from trying to control unnatural forces at work. I was sliding my back down the wall yesterday while feeling nothing at all, until I got what I wanted and desperately needed back, things that I needed to survive. I needed what I needed to keep moving. I needed myself months ago, but I was too busy doubting myself and my visuals . I've already been promised unlimited freedom with the right amounts of happiness, but for some reason I'm allowing myself to float through time without a definite set of inspired steps that could for sure lead to powerful outcomes. I need to know that I'm growing, and accepting the change that I'm allowing into my energetic field, instead of listening to the scared parts of my soul. Let's quickly discuss habits and habitats. Not moving is the same as not growing. Choosing to not jump timelines is the same

Yesterday I was on the verge of constructive damage. I was in the mood for a funeral, my funeral. I was planning an event, not knowing that I was actually setting in stone an uneventful and meaningless death that wasn't supposed to happen yet. I mean sure we're all supposed to die when the time becomes divine, but how does one stop an abombination from happening, if all their life they've been unknowingly self-sabotaging the divinity in meeting one's higher self? I was creating a space without the proper coordinates to an ultimate altar. I was making death a safe space, when in all actuality I didn't need to die in real life, just spiritually in the spiritual realm. Someone told me how pissed off my spiritual team was with me, they said they were in fact angry. My ancestors were being crippled all because I wasn't taking the time to really invite a different kind of silence into my life, but I honest to many dread doctors didn't know and or believe

I'm here to say that even if you wanted to, you can never hide all of your glory and good graces. What you have the next person knows, and in knowing that, they'll want to have what you have. Believe me, swapping faiths as well as essences easily comes with subtle distractions. Keeping you from doing your best is the same as taking your pretty face. I always have the desire to focus on myself, but in the same breath there's always some little grimlin looking to seek valuable time with me, all while making me feel bad for choosing to stay to myself. In the faces of others I'm worthless because my life keeps repeating itself, but everytime I say I'm done... I always get what I was intially seeking, why is that? Why must I break walls to see the wall that were never there. Why must I remain calm when everyone around me is praying on my downfall, and or waiting for me to fall the same way, I fell a couple of years ago. When you're special people will want

Every time I think I deserve it, and go on to congratulate myself I seemingly disappear into the ether to never be seen again. People closes to me keep telling me to stop spilling so much of myself, but what would I become if I become just as bland as those who ridcule my wisdom that's always mistaken as arrogance or even critism to those who stopped talking with such substance a long time ago? Why would I give up before seeing myself fly away from all those wishing to stop me from seeing the real me -that was captured in the skies just above, but somehow below us. I decided to wake up and say this before I hear another endless peep from those I really don't care much about. I wanted to touch on being and getting ready. Often times people come to our door(s) when we're nowhere near ready. How many times have you walked the boulevard to only sense a questionable opportunity? I've always wanted someone to stand by me when I'm fearful, but I stopped asking for a

The same person in my life keeps choosing to steal my joy, so why should I keep allowing them a seat at my table. They're overwhelming, and lately it's been hard to breathe around them... so why do I keep them on speed dial? I mean other people are seeing how close they are and how much they are suffocating me, and still there's me following closely behind them, why? Why am I allowing them to tear down what I've been building, if all I want to do is become a person unlike them. I can't keep telling them everything all while expecting them to hold up their end of the deal... which is to keep their hands in their lap -instead of where I can visibly see them trying to attack my every seed. This person is toxic even though I told myself that 2024 would be up beat, they keep finding ways to beat me down -to possibly their level... a level no one in their right mind wishes to ever go. I never give myself enough time to formulate a plan, because I'm always ca

I'm loving my consistency, it's been keeping me above my own madness and not embedded in it. I mean don't get me wrong, I do my best work when I'm being my worst, but sometimes the crazy makes me overly tired. I wanted to squeeze in some words of remembrance before I move on to my next project. I wanted to send some good vibes to help you endure your spiritual journey for once and for all. I wanted to help you see tomorrow by showing a little gratitude for today's awakening. I kind of needed to translate spiritual knowledge in a way that my words could reach even the darkest of room and or spaces. You're not alone. I too have missed spiritual opportunities based off of false faith. I hope you meet other chosen people this year. I truly hope you learn from others just like you. I usually meet like-minded people when I need to be reminded of who I am, but then I usually tend to lose them, because time isn't always of the essence. Sometimes time tric

For a long time now I've been feeling like I need to scream, like I need to spit something out and reverse what horrible beings have been placing onto me. I've been feeling the need to purge without fully going on a true bender -but in all actuality would going on a bender be so bad if the outcome is greater than the starting point? I've been noticing a change that needs to take place, but for some reason I've been too tired to take heed. It's been hard to transition into the wolf when too many times I've found solace in playing the lone sheep, and it's also been even harder to spit fire if I've been drowning myself in lakes of unclean and highly polluated waters. Lately I've been seeking revenge and it's been keeping me stuck and not knowing where to place my hurts as well as regrets. I just want to strut without stepping on wads of gum. I thought only starlights of the past could harbor such charisma, but I've been running into e

Three am doesn't have to be a scary hour, it could very well be your wisest hour, or even your most healing hour. Three am could be the hour you figure yourself out, and it could also be the quietest hour. I just woke up to go to the restroom, and there was one voice that told me to go back to sleep, but then there was this other voice -the artistic voice. The voice of reason but also a touch of madness. The mellow voice sounded convincing, but so did the devil before he was kicked out of heaven. I could've went back to sleep and appeased the devil, but I'm also in the mood to start early as well as annoy Satan. I'm in the mood to learn more about myself, while most of the world continues to cave in. See I find comfort under the sheets, but I also find solace in allowing myself to challenge my creativity. I'm sick of wasting away while some other motherf*cker uses their reigns to destroy humanity. I want to see change, and I realized that that can only happen whe