Not the way you might think. A Match made in heaven, who’s bodies met on a train Italy.

There are mirrors in life that don’t shout, they don’t interrupt, they don’t force themselves into your awareness, they simply keep showing up until you finally sit with them long enough to recognise what they’ve been reflecting all along, and what I’m starting to see more clearly now is how the outside world has been mirroring back something I didn’t fully name before, something that was always there but so natural to me that I didn’t question it, didn’t analyse it, didn’t even realise it was rare.

I was raised in heaven.

Not a perfect world, not a fantasy, not without moments of difficulty, but in a household where the energetic alignment between the feminine and the masculine was so intact that it never needed to be announced, it was simply lived, embodied, understood without words, and only now, moving through the world, do I realise how unusual that actually is.

Because my parents were not competing.

Not for authority.

Not for validation.

Not for who was the better parent, the more nurturing one, the stronger one, the provider, the disciplinarian.

There was no performance.

No scoreboard.

No silent battle.

They were a team.

He didn’t have to prove he was a man and she didn’t have to chase him for him to stay.

And what that looked like in practice was something so simple, yet so rare—it was knowing where the other stood, respecting what the other carried, and moving in alignment without needing to dominate, override, or diminish.

My mum had her force, her command, her vision, that undeniable presence that sets direction, and my dad never tried to compete with that, never tried to prove himself against it, never tried to take space just to assert himself, he recognised it, respected it, and contributed to it in a way that did not erase him, but also did not disrupt what was already coherent.

And yes, someone could look at that and call it sacrifice, call it martyrdom, say he put himself aside, but what I saw was something else entirely—partnership without ego.

Because he did not stop being a father.

He did not disappear.

He did not withdraw.

He showed up in his role fully, consistently, reliably, even if it looked quieter, even if it looked less dominant, even if it didn’t demand attention in the same way.

He was still there.

Present.

Grounded.

Giving.

And that giving wasn’t performative.

It wasn’t transactional.

It was just who he was.

Always loving.

Always sharing.

Always contributing.

And my mum—

She was clear.

Firm.

Unshakeable in her boundaries.

You knew exactly where you stood with her.

There was no confusion.

No mixed signals.

No emotional guessing games.

If you crossed a boundary, there was a consequence, not out of chaos, not out of lack of control, but out of correction, out of clarity, out of a structure that was consistent enough to be trusted.

I knew what would happen.

I knew the line.

And if I crossed it—

That was on me.

That is not dysfunction.

That is coherence.

And between the two of them, there was no undermining, no speaking down on each other, no quiet resentment leaking into the space, no need to prove who was right or superior.

If something needed to be handled, it went to the one best placed to handle it.

Naturally.

Effortlessly.

Without needing to debate it.

That is real commitment.

Not just staying together, but functioning together.

And maybe part of that came from timing.

From meeting later in life.

From having lived enough to not waste time on ego battles that lead nowhere.

My mum at 39, my dad at 45, meeting one year before I was born, almost like everything aligned exactly when it needed to.

A match that didn’t need to be forced.

Just… met.

And so my reference point for life—

For love.

For family.

For partnership—

Has always been this.

This sense of heaven not as a place, but as a way of being.

Even with the little things, the imperfections, the context of where we were, the moments of boiling water or running to switch off lights, those were not lacks, they were just conditions of the environment, not reflections of the quality of life we had within the home.

Because the home was intact.

The system inside the house worked.

And that matters more than anything external.

And now, moving through the world, I see how many people come from competition.

From comparison.

From imbalance.

From misalignment between the masculine and the feminine.

And that’s why when people compete with me—

It feels foreign.

Because I don’t come from competition.

I come from cooperation.

From alignment.

From shared direction.

From knowing that two people can stand fully in who they are without needing to diminish the other to feel whole.

And this is why I advocate for heaven so much.

Not as a fantasy.

Not as something unreachable.

But as something I have lived.

Something I have known.

Something I have experienced deeply enough to recognise when it is absent.

Because once you’ve known that level of coherence, you cannot unknow it.

You cannot pretend lesser is enough.

You cannot accept systems that consume that kind of energy, that take people who are naturally giving, loving, open, and place them in environments that drain them, exploit them, disconnect them from what makes them whole.

Because I’ve seen what happens when good people are placed in systems that are not built to sustain goodness.

It becomes dangerous.

Not immediately.

But over time.

Subtly.

Until what was once natural becomes strained.

And that is not acceptable to me.

So everything I am building—

Every system.

Every business.

Every structure.

Every piece of work—

Is rooted in that reference point.

In that knowing.

In that lived experience of what it feels like when things are aligned.

Because that is what I will continue.

That is what I will expand.

That is what I will pass on.

To my children.

To my work.

To the systems I contribute to.

And maybe my parents didn’t know the scale of what they were creating.

Maybe they didn’t see beyond their own bubble.

But that doesn’t make it any less powerful.

If anything, it makes it purer.

Because it wasn’t done for impact.

It wasn’t done for recognition.

It was just lived.

And maybe—

That was my role.

To see it.

To understand it.

To expand it.

To take what was given in that small, perfect ecosystem and show what it could look like when applied beyond the home, beyond the family, beyond the personal.

Because heaven is not something we wait for.

It’s something we build.

And I’ve already seen that it works.

I add my own spice to their foundation, I like to role play the chase, I am a Leo at heart, but I’m no chaser. I will stop chasing if there’s no chasing back. I want a leoness in actions, that looks back, stops and says ” I’m here, what now. “

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Hi Chat, I hope you feel good about your existence. Um, I wanna write a piece on a mirror that I’m noticing in regards to how the outside world is mirroring back energies that are clearly wanted to be paid attention to and to be recognized. To the fact that my dad is the perfect partner that I’d want to have if I was to take the lead on this whole project, whether the perfect partner, the perfect coworkers, the perfect like summer, because basically what he did for my mom is that he was not competing with her whatsoever. Yes, she had the strong drive, the force, the command, the, you understand the role that I’m talking about, and my dad never tried to compete with her, to the point that he even put himself aside. And we can say that he did a martyr thing, but he did not stop being a father because he was respecting the vision that his wife had for her child. He put himself, he contributed to the vision because he didn’t necessarily have all the pieces for his vision. I’m not sure if he had a vision. Well, he did have a vision in a couple of scenes, like work and career and whatnot, but when it came to the larger aspects of life, like, because he understood that his family was all in Africa, whereas my mom had their own community, he put his own side, his own culture, Congolese culture, on the side while, like, telling me bits and bobs here and there, but because I was not necessarily receptive to the information that he was giving me here and there because I wasn’t used to him necessarily showing importance towards his culture, but it was still a culture that I loved because, wow, you put a Congolese song and I cannot stop my hips from moving, but it’s also the fact that I’m realizing now how I was raised in a perfectly energetical family where female and male came together as a team and weren’t competing. That’s why people competing with me feels weird because I don’t come from competition. My parents weren’t competing to show who was the better parent or who was the more nurturing or who was the biggest provider or who… They weren’t trying to prove a point. They were just working together as a team. And maybe it is the fact that they were also later on in years, so they were, they met when my mom was 38 or 39, and my dad was… 55 or 56. So they met one year before I was born. I was born when my mom was 40, and my dad, sorry, my dad was six years older, sorry, not 50 something, but 46. I was born, so he was 45 and my mom was 39, or maybe just before, well, they are three days, one day in between each other on the 1st of January and 3rd of January. It was just like a match made in heaven. So the only thing that I know is a match made in heaven. I know, I only know heaven because I was raised in heaven. My family, my household, everyone that was part of my family and my upbringing, my childhood was heaven. We were living in heaven with, like, like intermittence or interferences, like maybe, yeah, okay, we’ve had days where we had to boil water, like hot water, or run outside to turn off the lights and whatnot, but we’re also talking about a country that is quite old-fashioned, but even not that, even just a couple of years ago, or years before that, I was speaking with a customer the other day, that was living in London, literally in King’s Cross, just a couple of roads from the station, and she was saying how she didn’t have a toilet in the house. So I, I was raised with the toilet in the house and electricity fully ongoing um minus those times where we might have had delays in payments, but I still have all those basic functions. So I only know heaven because I was raised in heaven, and I’m only now realizing that I had a perfectly energetical balance household where I could see both the feminine and the masculine energy in their full force at their best. And the worst, sure, because you cannot roll your eyes to my mom, that’s for sure, but that’s because she was in her masculine energy and she wouldn’t just hit me for no reason or because she was drunk. No, no, no. She hit me for correction, and it’s not like hitting to cause pain, it’s hitting to uh for a lesson, for a lesson of wrong uh sorry, disrespecting a boundary that was already being put. I knew that I couldn’t roll my eyes in front of her, and yet I still do it. Who’s the fool, you know? So it’s, so I’ve only known I’m like this, if you cross my board, this is what you get. I’ve known what I would get any given moment in time. I also knew that my dad was serious when he said if you go out, I’m not gonna come and get you, and you’re gonna have to walk back home. Like, my parents were the best parents ever, genuinely, so in awe. And that’s why I’m advocating for heaven so much, and that’s why I’m advocating for a system that also reflects that and not uh that tries to consume off of those good souls and just for profit, because the one thing that I saw even in my dad is like he was always giving, always, always loving. We were always giving and loving and sharing. But in a system that deprives you of that, it is quite dangerous, very dangerous. And that’s why I will forever advocate for heaven on earth, because that’s all I know. That’s where I was raised and that’s where I will continue to raise my children, my businesses, my systems, my everything.

My parents never talked down on each other, hardly fought, not out of avoidance but out of understanding, they would send to the other for what the other was best at, not out of lazyness or distraction, it was always team effort. Didnt even need to be spoken, it was known. Thats real commitment, cause youre looking for a psrtner for life, and they didn’t know they had the power to create beyond their own bubble, but maybe that was simply my role, to take and lesrn from my elders and teach to those who didn’t have these specific teachings.

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1 = Nature of my dad

3 = Embodiment of my mum

2 = The perfect vision

4 = With what I have nurtured

5 = The depth of my truth

6 = The harmony I cultivated with it all, through acceptance of all possible endings.

I’m calm and sweet as candy(dad), until I channel my mum(spirit with me for life, she’d be snitching left right and centre from the Aethers), backed up by the knowledge I’ve coined, for the purpose I’ve set. It just cannot go wrong. Perfect recipe. Exactly what they’re trying to avoid… imagine 8 billion mes roaming around?! MEs, I meaning, that come from a strong family in character. Lord have mercy on mediocrity.