You can’t just keep being a fluffer for who-ever-the-fuck you’ve been allowing to star in your life.
I mean, you CAN.
Of course, you CAN.
Except…
Not really, though, right?
Because it’s taking everything you’ve got just to keep your head above water.
And this water that you’re treading with all your energy?
It’s not even the ocean you want to be swimming in.
But yet and still…
Here you are.
Choking and stroking.
Sucking and swallowing.
Genuflecting at the head of the Muggle Dick yet again.
But you said you were done, though!
Right?
Right!
You threw your arms to the heavens and proclaimed to all who would LISTEN.
That you, world, were fucking DONE.
But here you are.
Treading.
Expending.
All the energy you WANT to be pouring into the magic of soul.
And yet…
And YET.
You are giving yourself over to just maintaining.
To pretending.
That you are less than you are.
That you desire and want and CRAVE less than you do.
And you’re settling.
Again.
Trying to get yourself to believe in the half vision, the half life, that you’ve curated before you.
And yes, Wild One.
It has been curated.
Tended.
Poured into.
This you who is not.
This you who almost one day coulda woulda shoulda.
This you who sits in the wings of your own performance.
Hand {and throat} at the ready.
To fluff and then fluff again.
Ye ole King Muggle Dick.
Like it’s your job.
Like it’s your fucking JOB.
You know what you want.
You see and feel it and taste it inside.
You’ve scent tracked it along the terrain of your very soul.
You know it AS your very soul.
But everytime the portal home presents itself…
There you go.
Fluffing and sucking away.
And why?
Why are you here again?
Why do we… the Soul Refugees… the Multidimensional Messengers… the Rabblerousers of the Most High…
Why do we choose this fuckery as a waypoint to just {finally} becoming the embodied evocation of our everything?
Well, well, well.
That’s just what we’re dropping into at 2pm PT on tomorrow’s livestream:
And This Is Why You Settle…
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Bring some soul peeps.
And I’ll see you there.
As always…
Here’s to your untaming,
N
P.S.:
I’m ready to go even deeper.
With the mad ones. The longing ones. The revolutionary ones.
My prices have gone up to reflect the depth of what I have said yes to…
And what I am inviting YOU into.
My work has never been for the faint of heart.
Or the ones who like dipping in their toes only to disappear and then tepidly come back to the medicine a decade later.
I am here for the ones who can’t not.
The ones who know their time is now because they know time IS now.
And they know time is THEM.
We are on some decolonizing quantum shit.
We are on some dismantling of the Muggle Dick Matrix shit.
And we are on it for life.
Not to get something or somewhere.
But because it is a part of who we are.
It is in our primordial make up.
I am here for the peeps who are here for the fucking wilds.
Are you one of us?