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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That anyone but me should be in control or guidance of me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From where I’m driving, what exit to take, what store to stop in, what to wear, EVERYTHING.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sheer amount of magic I have seen and witnessed, I hold back, because I could never fill you in. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I let people mis-interpret me a lot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because its for me, its my experience, not for them, not for proof. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I refuse to attempt to have my voice heard, to prove that something exists. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
My voice will be heard because I want it to be. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not to prove something. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have nothing to prove. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
at this point, it feels like a lightening bolt of understanding has snapped back into me… <\/p>\n\n\n\n
like if I ever had any doubts, they are dead now. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
you can only be proven right so many times, before you just start fully trusting yourself. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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