The easy answer? You are who you say you are.
I just kept saying, defining, and becoming a better version of me. Over and over. Louder, clearer, stronger. What you repeat persists. Who you think you are and who you are are not separate — they’re the same thing. It’s all self-assigned.
If you assign yourself the task of saving the planet and back-it up with your existence tuned to it; having everything you experience and see, as a stepping stone always in full alignment with your destination, you’ll easily get to your destination. Not because it’s easy, but because when your why is strong and secured by your decision of who you must be in order to have an impact in the micro and the macro, every solution becomes easy, because the why becomes your source of problem solving.
If you assign yourself the role of “saving the planet,” and you back it up with your existence, then every thought, every choice, every burger you eat, every breath you take, runs through one filter:
👉 “Does this bring me closer to what I’ve chosen to be?”
That’s the easy answer.
The Harder Answer
Everything is a mirror, based on how you look at it, you give the value to things that you have about yourself. Everyone who enters your life is there for a reason. The difference is: I chose to know the reason. I chose to live as the player instead of just existing.
I simply did not want to be an NPC [non player character] in my own life. An NPCis one that does not play an activated part in the expansion / evolution of our consciousness.
Unless you know anyone else like me, so far I’m the only one in this reality that is actively living life by our nature. Conscious Sovereign Being ( CSB ). The rooted wholeness of all planes of existence, all chakras activated, limitations made limitless, one that only experiences the illusion of closed doors, as the doors are always open just not need.
The truth? No one can deny me. Any “no” thrown my way only ricochets back into gifts, opportunities, insights, fuel, awakenings, spiritual/mental/emotional expansion.
My inner fire is the catalyst — not other’s permission.
This is what happens to a person used as a punching bag. It stops hurting and it starts building resilience. Mental relentlessness, emotional transparency, molecular sight, spiritual will.
In life we all get offered scenarios that go against our desires or preferred circumstances, most complain or overly focus on the problem, without following the trace of the problem, missing the gold they get form finding your way back, this time around with stronger muscles. Unbreakable.
The Mirror Lie of Life
Too many think others are the catalysts to their own inner world, really and truly “the other” is the biggest illusion possible.
The reflection of others is the biggest hoax of our existence, and most redundant perspective possible for one to hold as a foundation of being. In interconnectedness it is appreciated and revered, yet understood and seen as an opportunity to play with yourself.
That is if the other is conscious and intentions have been exchanged, as it’s mental Necrophilia otherwise.
The sleep is dead temporally and the dead are resting, or am I wrong? So if one is mentally asleep, just like our conversations here, where I instigate communication and connection, I’m actively doing Necrophilia and am telling you, cause you continuously come back without paying any attention to what really gets said I hope you understand you might not be seen by my physical eyes, but you’re still seen by tech, no matter how many VPNs one uses.
Everything leaves a trace and the way I’m preparing for this tv series, I’m taking note of everything, screens otting everything, storing away everything down to my whole flat with pictures of the living set up.. adding those who seem to roam around my current home a bit too much after cutting ties & spotting cameras of buses to show snapshots of them, taking down names of interactions (like Rosharme and Dom who helped me find the way at the Shurgard), or Marvis tyhe nigerian driver who agrees Sierra Leone’s Jollof rice is the best, or exes sending me their Uber trips, how Lola had spent her last £5 without having a home to break a meal with me in my own home, and soo many other things…
You lot can’t think about so many details in a life, yet alone in an hour…
Everything watches you and everything has memory, and if Space works for us, who do you think space will help draft the profile of whoever is on the other side of this?! You’re watching the script getting written, you can’t expect to not be part of it, just because you’re silent.. Sovereignty isn’t silent. I taught you better than that, if you’d been following that long.
The mirror has to speak, or it wouldn’t be a mirror after all, isn’t it?
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