Before You Read: A Cosmic Invitation to Discernment
Detach from my story. That’s the invitation. If you’re here, there’s something for you—some frequency embedded in these words that is meant to awaken or affirm a part of your own path. Take what resonates. Leave what doesn’t. The universe doesn’t play games. If it placed this message in your hands, trust there’s gold in it for your soul.
There’s infinity at hand
Most times, what we resist… is the very protection we once asked for — not from others, but from ourselves.
This post is not for everyone, as it all depends on the dimensions you’re choosing to walk in. It’s our choice to descend or ascend, as middle grounds don’t lead where we claim to be headed, it only shows our indecisiveness, so I made the choice of blending realities to have a higher perspective on reality, as Alchemists align their realities understanding they can jump into the frame their desires exist, they don’t dwell in choosing one.
I’ve been told so many times that certain things were being “done for my own good,” packaged as protection, framed as guidance. But truthfully, I was always good. Always whole. What they didn’t understand was that being an alchemist isn’t something I became — it’s something I was.
It’s not a skill, it’s a way. A state of being. A cosmic inheritance.
Not everyone understands this. So they try to replicate it, claim it, own it — not out of harm, but out of fear they’ll never embody it for themselves. And sometimes, the deepest betrayals are not personal; they’re projections. Because your way of transmuting threatens their addiction to pain.
It happened again today.
I was supporting my cousin through something sacred and tender. We had just begun to seal the wound with gold — the healing kind. Then a third party entered. Uninvited. Disruptive. They came not to heal but to reopen. No plan. No care. Just chaos.
And it bogged me.
Not because they harmed me directly — but because I realized they were undoing the work we had just done, trying to replay an old record out loud that was finally about to be shelved.
It reminded me why so many people in the 3D are addicted to their pain cycles. They want healing, but they want it with conditions. They want to leap, but they put their hands out first. I’ve been there too — cautious at the edge of the cliff — but I jumped. And now, I break the mirror before it breaks me.
What I saw that day was this:
“I used to feel the need to continuously misunderstand someone’s intentions in order to justify them continuously misunderstanding me.”
But I’ve grown clear with myself. Life is my ritual. And rituals are always sacred. Happiness in any occasion is just a perspective away.
It brought me to this metaphor:
In Italy, we love our antipasti. The appetizers. But sometimes the starters fill us up so much that there’s no room left for the meal. And so miss out on the occasion of eating that one rare meal that gets offered to us, to then default to the same old pasta dish.
That’s how most people approach evolution.
They fear the depth of the main course — so they stay nibbling on the surface. Creating stages, rituals, processes… to delay transformation, not support it.
And I don’t blame them — transformation threatens the illusion of safety.
Self check: But what’s the point of sitting down if the table isn’t feeding your soul? And so, if it does, then ask yourself did I come here on Earth: to eat this dish, to bring forth Heaven on Earth, or to have the best dishes possible while tending to Heaven on Earth?
Why not eat while burning down the system and planting new seeds beneath it?
What shook me most wasn’t the argument that happened — it was why it happened.
The man (who could’ve been anyone) couldn’t sit with the discomfort of having no real solution to offer. So instead, he chose to elongate my cousin’s pain — because he feared being seen without value. He didn’t listen to heal. He listened to continue.
That’s resistance.
That’s projection.
I open to heal, where most conceal to live. But never with the intent of causing pain, as I will always show face in one of my multi-dimensionalities.
It hit me: I’ve often offered options, possibilities, paths — not because I had to, but because I knew myself. I never offer myself where I don’t believe I’m desired. Because I know… if someone truly desires me — they’ll bring their own flame, until they don’t. And I’m okay with that, though where the door is insediously open, I stay as clearly there’s a need for me.
You never found Jesus in the Temple if not to get scapegoated for his miracles, you found him where the people that needed him the most were, and it just happened they also looked for him.
It’s always about what the person needs. Because if the person goes to the GP, it’s not to collect money. They go to the GP because the GP has techniques they desire, the GP then will call you to give you your results, if you don’t answer, you’re the one missing out on your own investment as you choose to end the contract before cashing out what you worked for. Showing up at the surgery when it’s closed to see through the blinds is only a waste of your time, when you could channel your own medications elsewhere. If elsewhere is where you really want to go.
Some don’t jump because of fear, not readiness. The fear of pain disguises itself as a need for more initiation. But there was never a need for elaborate rites — the door was always open.
And we don’t need a yes where the door is open. We only need a no.
If someone’s eyes are on you, trust me: the door is open. It’s just a matter of whether they’ll close it with you inside — or leave you standing on the threshold. That is if you belong to the threshold, but if yours was only a stop in answer to a call, the moment that door is closed, you disappear, as the miracles come with you.
This stage of my life, is a stage, not the theatre one, it’s a spiritual stop, one in which I’m willingly being fluid for.
As a shapeshifter, I get to shift my focus, shift my form. Public visibility will never be a constant for those living multidimensionally. And once the plug is out — it’s out.
I used to even fear reiterating myself like this.
But why walk on eggshells when my life is the story?
Everything in it is my own truth. And I am Irreplaceable.
I don’t create to impress. I create to express.
Not every painting of death looks good. But it speaks to the part of us that remembers who we are. And in this remembering, I realize: my rage is protective. When someone like my cousin asks for my help, my addressing is not weakness — it’s the fierce armor of a soul that knows what it’s here to do.
I desire to be taken advantage of — because I know I can protect myself from it. And I know that even in being taken advantage of, I allow those who need the most light to enlighten themselves.
That’s liberation.
I’ve had to declutter projections just to remember that I always knew how to stand tall. Especially for my family. That’s why some don’t ask me directly. Because they know that when they do, I won’t lie — I’ll say what they need, not what they want.
To those walking on eggshells…
To those fearing the feeling of being “too much” or “taken advantage of”…
I once dreamt of being kidnapped and molested away from the cage I was feeling in my home, as I was in a mental place where death wasn’t an option for the initiation into it through pain, so I thought physical eradication was going to be the solution.
Not because I wanted to be hurt — but because I thought it would be the only way someone would take me. As I was. Entirely. As all I had learnt to see was the physicality of me.
I didn’t know then that what I really meant was:
“Take me for my mind, my emotions, my spirit, all of me — not just my body. Though if I give that to you too, know it’s because you’ve tended to the prior. Knowingly or Unknowingly”
But I was surrounded by people who only saw physicality…
So even my subconscious twisted my worth into a story of harm.
Creation is the channel between the lead and the gold.
And if there’s lead — there’s always gold nearby.
But here’s the final truth:
Every alchemist knows… lead doesn’t always need to become gold. Sometimes, lead gets to be lead. In its own right. Its own beauty. Its own weight.
Even my moments of “playing hard to get”?
That was protection — not manipulation.
But when you are the protection…
You no longer need to shield yourself.
You become the inner parent.
You dive in, fully. Knowing that even the roughest waves will carry you home.
It’s not about conquering. It’s about confidence.
Every time I stop in front of the lavender bush next to home, all I can think of is the garden I have at home, I don’t pluck what isn’t mine, I know what’s mine and I know when what’s mine, knows I’m theirs.
Maybe it’s time to plant a new garden, don’t you think?.
And so I do, as creation, because a garden appears in 8 different planes, 4 based on love and 4 based on fear, which one are you really tending to?
Only the ego needs protection.
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If you’ve read this far, it’s probably because you’ve lived this too.
And I hope this post lets you know:
You’re not broken. You’re blooming.
You’re not confused. You’re becoming.
And what you’ve protected… is now ready to rise.
Your story is sacred. Tell it your way.
Unapologetically. Alchemically. Authentically.
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