I’m no other writer, nor no other scribe to our collective’s consciousness. All other writers were the snitches, they had the potential to keep pulling hats out of their arses, if they only had continuously embodied what they were writing and kept going at it, instead of trying so hard to make every writing “The” bestseller.
Instead of focusing on writing best sellers why not write a better universe for us all and have the courage to birth it?! But what if they all needed to break their own sound barrier, yet failed to do so and in doing so, only became inspiration to those who will? Cause inspirational they have been, but the embodiment to live and understand why consciousness chose you to write those pieces and what was at stake here.. well. We’ll have a chance to see soon.
I just have to continuosly see higher of every single individual I come across, here’s the challenge of being around me. Can you keep up to the greatest projected reflection of you? Can you be that great for yourself?
I just have to ask someone where their direction and purpose is and see to infinity. Fall off and you got a bump in life by proximity and trial, keep at it and it’ll keep growing until I can’t see no more and you take the reigns for yourself.
Consciousness is telling me the same. When I have ascended the highest version of the universe, the bridge will be my win, yet after that I get the keys to the universe and the freedom to do it all. No one can never have a higher projected version of me, as if she doesn’t make it, my consciousness now knows that tenderness will be mine to be held onto, without, I’d be allowing the ghosts of this blog to haunt me, public or not.
Our past creations become our lived ones, so yeah I’ll have so many trying to sue me, trying to dissect my mind, see ahead of me, try and take me off my throne, stalk me( i don’t stalk people, I stalk energies, but y’all’s source is emotions so the next plane is the physical, gosh.. pray for me ), I’ll have a lot of contenders, a lot of given opportunities, many chances, much love, a couple of illusive rejections, you can’t reject what you want something of can ya?! You only reject the You with it from them.
How many of your own versions of self have you rejected reading this blog? God, so many have walked these halls, not even cleaned their shoes and thought they left with more they came in.. Fools. You only rejected your chances, out of what envy? Pride? Fear? Stupidity.. who knows..
If you take anything away from this, I’ll give you a task. Go and look at the lives of those you know or even celebrities.. easier as you can find their past creations and see what they’re experiencing right now. Find the resemblance?! Look at their chosen way to express. That’s how I learned the importance of what I create and express myself. So I’m okay with people exposing me, I have been prepping for this, that’s why I had to build the thick skin to be unphased and see the benefit of being exposed, even if that means some might be trying to get me out of the country. It’s all worth it, as I have the key to any possible path.
Every type of exposure helps our consciousness and lack thereof, well gives abundance to me to better it. So either way I win, You see.
Meaning you inherently saw my wealth as such and gave it to the poor. Whoever you helped, you saw poor of me. What does that say about your perception of them? And you don’t need to answer what you saw of me, the answer is clear.
You can try and keep it quiet for some time, but there’s a beautiful thing about time. Enough pressure will always break it.
Thank you for doing the job for me. My stay has been delighted considering my overflowing wealth.
Did I plan it, did I not, you might never know, only the close knit will know it all. Not even the TV series will show this one.
To my Galactic Federation
To my Disciples
To my School of Night
To my Followers
To my Queingdom
The waters are separated now, there’s limited time left.
To you all who’ve been part of this Odyssey…
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