Another day watching people in the rabbit hole scurry around believing they’re not in a rabbit hole.
Is this an echo chamber I’m in? Is it full of people who see what I do and more than likely agree with me? Is it one that challenges systems of corruption and puts the highest premium on human life and its inalienable rights, regardless of race, class, status or belief systems?
God I hope so. I love to hear the reverberations of people who stand for truth.
Keep shouting, because this echo chamber is the incubator for the new earth we are creating.
All my love to anyone reading this. ❤️
Is this an echo chamber I’m in? Is it full of people who see what I do and more than likely agree with me? Is it one that challenges systems of corruption and puts the highest premium on human life and its inalienable rights, regardless of race, class, status or belief systems?
God I hope so. I love to hear the reverberations of people who stand for truth.
Keep shouting, because this echo chamber is the incubator for the new earth we are creating.
All my love to anyone reading this. ❤️
If you get rid of people like me, we show up as lessons for you later on, because the truth remains constant over anything else.
What we have is a contagion of the heart, mind and spirit, given to us at birth and it’s our job to inoculate ourselves against it. I used to have it and I am healing from it. I’m doing the work.
Trauma reinfected me.
Rape reinfected me.
Abuse reinfected me.
Fractured generational consciousness reinfected me.
The media reinfected me.
Psych drugs reinfected me.
Education systems reinfected me.
People I hung out with reinfected me.
Real Housewives reinfected me.
Consumerism reinfected me.
Toxic masculinity reinfected me.
Victim consciousness reinfected me.
Weak femininity and learned helplessness reinfected me.
And I chased them all.
They were the drugs I craved so I could feel alive because I didn’t know who I was.
I didn’t know I am the I am.
Folks, we finally learn to choose ourselves and create our love story with ourselves, our Creator and with Source and we do the work to truly find the reason we are here or we die.
I choose life.
I choose health.
I choose reality over fantasy.
I choose pain over repeating the insanity of staying infected.
At the end of the day, we all have a choice, we’re not powerless.
YOU EITHER CHOOSE YOUR LIFE OR YOU CHOOSE YOUR DEATH.
Trauma reinfected me.
Rape reinfected me.
Abuse reinfected me.
Fractured generational consciousness reinfected me.
The media reinfected me.
Psych drugs reinfected me.
Education systems reinfected me.
People I hung out with reinfected me.
Real Housewives reinfected me.
Consumerism reinfected me.
Toxic masculinity reinfected me.
Victim consciousness reinfected me.
Weak femininity and learned helplessness reinfected me.
And I chased them all.
They were the drugs I craved so I could feel alive because I didn’t know who I was.
I didn’t know I am the I am.
Folks, we finally learn to choose ourselves and create our love story with ourselves, our Creator and with Source and we do the work to truly find the reason we are here or we die.
I choose life.
I choose health.
I choose reality over fantasy.
I choose pain over repeating the insanity of staying infected.
At the end of the day, we all have a choice, we’re not powerless.
YOU EITHER CHOOSE YOUR LIFE OR YOU CHOOSE YOUR DEATH.