I’ve been in a psychic initiation, one that is actually truly dangerous, almost killing me at many moments when I couldn’t trust my intuition.
Its a ruthless process that has put in my face my immoveable psychic knowing and how the only thing hurting me is letting the world convince me I need its guidance.
That anyone but me should be in control or guidance of me.
As I’ve calmed, regulated, and gained orientation in my new more accurate felt sense of reality, integrating, since these intense dangerous and traumatic initiation portals.
I have survived and thrived in this world, on my own, with zero family help, through pure intuition. I leaned in, and forged a weapon. For about a decade now. Incorporating it into every single decision day to day. I would even take myself on spontaneous adventures where every single decision was made from instinct, intuition, NOT logic. Every. Single. One.
From where I’m driving, what exit to take, what store to stop in, what to wear, EVERYTHING.
The sheer amount of magic I have seen and witnessed, I hold back, because I could never fill you in.
I let people mis-interpret me a lot.
Because its for me, its my experience, not for them, not for proof.
I refuse to attempt to have my voice heard, to prove that something exists.
My voice will be heard because I want it to be.
Not to prove something.
I have nothing to prove.
at this point, it feels like a lightening bolt of understanding has snapped back into me…
like if I ever had any doubts, they are dead now.
you can only be proven right so many times, before you just start fully trusting yourself.
‘I sit enthroned as queen. I am not a widow; I will never mourn.’” — Revelation 18:7
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