The Galaxy Above Your Head
Welcome to the cleanse.
I’ve been gone for a minute annnnd I have some thoughts…
This road we walk is a winding one.
A straight arrow reaching it’s intended target is improbable now. We must strip the air to ether between the target and the archer, creating a curved trajectory. This tends to ring true for those of this race we call human as we move through the turbulent waters of change, together.
Is your air stripped?
Have you consumed the amplitude of information, pain and ignorance to the point of exhaustion and, for some, defeat?
If yes, well then yay!
Welcome to the detox, the cleanse. Sit with me and watch the timelapse highlight reel. We have seen this game before…they have overplayed their hand and lost. (the elusive they, the inverted us)
Collectively, we have been ordained as our own Baptists and Christs. The work has been thorough, granting us a much wider lens. A power greater than that beholden of the highest of thrones.
Motherfucking Peace.
Yes, that’s right ladies and gents.
Good old-fashioned P-E-A-C-E.
It’s what’s for dinner and only you can serve it. So, why waste time dirtying up the beautiful dining room of your mind with the constant bullshit pendulum swinging from side-to-side, sprinkling feces on your elegant flatware. Keep the mind clear and the heart open.
We are lucky to have eyes that see and ears that hear, mouths that can speak as our crowns reappear.
There is a galaxy above your head.
It can only be unveiled by the crown you fought to reclaim and the soul star you reprogramed to shine… or blind, it all depends on what ya like. Not out of indulgent insecurities or a grandiose sense of self but by a toroidal portal you fought to unlock. You broke your own heart to crack the code within a terra dome that held the same old Roman catastrophes playing on repeat in your home. Your true wavelength was held at arm’s length. (Not I, said the dragon heart.)
You took control. You dug your nails in and climbed through the fire and mud and tears and blood of the ancestors that sold you. The future timelines that stole you.
Your galaxy is yours.
It is a mutable reality shifting and changing in a current flow. As the neurons in your brain create new pathways, your galaxy creates new realities. Honor this, as most won’t.
The galaxy above your head remains clear.
Stay connected, now, for fear is the first manipulation to keep you down in the fire, and the mud, and the tears and the blood. Then comes the lack but you’re too smart, it won’t come to that.
