Which is also the name of the first vertebrate, in inspiration of the Titan Atlas, holding the heavens on his shoulders, that’s still the sun bearing the weight of our substenance and neediness or we go cold. The supporting column. The masculine energy, which channels through the women but the figure is the man, channelling the female’s energy within the man, (the yin inside the yang. It’s a taste of the others gift to know what it feels like, but the masculine is obsessed with the feminine energy, so it keeps drinking and doesn’t want that to ever end even if it’s poison they’re drinking. When something isn’t meant for you, it changes your foundation, but your embodiment has a foundation and the two go in separate direction, it is ungrounded) it’s not as powerful as the female’s embodiment cause in direct contact to the sun, but enough to create the gravitational pull of women.

The calibrator for humanity alone, whereas the female body is the calibrator to life. Notice the difference?! We stop considering the calibrator of life and we leave it to that which only knows how to lead the illusion of continuity as it lacks integration(the foundation of integrity, it knows how to take care of self, but not others). I can see how people are treating me like God created man. Not my fault hunnies, just own your shit and take bag your baggage. I don’t need it, I’d rather stay the woman I am, so I’ll keep radiating until projections literally cannot touch me, building a stronger foundation for myself, whilst making sure no one can come between me and sun, but what happens then?! I get the purity of channel and humanity needs to depend on me as the sun will send the truth to me and lies to others, so how do we do this? Cause I don’t want the world depending on me I’m serious.

I want to play together, not be the rule maker and everyone else pending from my lips, I need you to have free will and reason, but the reason must be rooted in reality, not the falsehood you choose to believe.I’ not going anywhere, better accept that. Atlas grounded me last year, that was the Sign, Sealed and Delivered. We’re just fiddling with each other ever since.

I’m undoing all the wrongful reflection back, the masculine force. Cause it’s been unreliable for far too long. Pitiful I’d say, but then people feel shame, so let me call it, pitiful. I write to erase. Toxic masculinity invented the rubber. Hide from your mistakes as you want. Do you see what being polished is?! And where it comes from?! The lies we told our mind to believe it?! Mess is original. It’s rough like mother earth, fluid like water, cutthroat like air, and original like fire. Which should have been Origin-El.

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there’s extra perks if you’re black like the actual base of the sun. I can channell it for infinity and it brings life to me.