Free Ya’ Mind

I am chosen.

Before I was born, it was manifested that I would lead, like Moses. That I would dream, like Joseph. But what happened?

I grew up.

I started to believe that I was a follower. That I should follow others towards God’s heart. That, to be close to God, I had to follow the narrative. Believe it. Recite it.

Then I had a dream.

I started believing in myself, my gift. My dream. I dreamed of being like Jesus. He could go places, not be defined by others opinions of him. Defy the laws of time and reality and gravity. I wanted to be like that! But.. I couldn’t. I could only.. dream.

To do anything more is stepping outside of my bounds. So I remain within the boundary of limitation. I comply. I repent of my sin.

But I still dream. Jesus is still in my rearview. And in front of me. In the form of religion. The god that sits on the shelf of my wall. The god I have to acknowledge. Even in my dreams. The god I could never be “good enough” for. My dreams were mere reflections of my desire for worldly pleasures. Distractions from the god on the shelf.

But I stuck with Jesus. For some reason, I related to him. To Moses, and Joseph too!

Then reality stood still. And dreams become deferred. What happened then?

The awakening.

Moses had to run away.. Joseph had to be sold into slavery.. I had to leave behind everything I once knew.

When I realized my dreams were just that.. dreams. I sunk into depression. Wishing away all things joy and light.

Why couldn’t I just accept my path for what it was? A prophecy. A heroes journey. I couldn’t see it then. Just depression.

I was awakened to the darkness for the first time. The darkness inside of me. The darkness I couldn’t let out. The darkness kept growing. Encapsulating me. Identifying me. Becoming me.

I had to cut my hair. Who wouldn’t? I had to change my name. But it wouldn’t stick unless..

I changed locations. In the physical realm or in the spiritual one. Thankfully I would change physical locations. But not without a fight. A fight for my soul. Those that manifest your rise, also have a hand in your crucifixion. You let them tell you what God expects of you, soon they’ll decide when your sins are enough and secure your ticket to hell.

After all, THEY told you you were chosen. THEY told you you were a leader and a dreamer. But you are the chosen one. You are God.

Oops.

2020 taught me about shifting realities. 2021 taught me to pivot. 2022 brought me back in the game. 2023 taught me that the game is truly above me now. 2024. I AM THE GAME.

Uh oh.

So what do I want now? What do I believe? Am I a leader? Who’s following me out of the wilderness, into the promise land? Am I a dreamer? Who’s interpretation of my dreams will get the attention of the elites? Do I break the matrix? Start walking on water and bringing the dead to life?

I am God, expressed in female form. I am Divine. I was born for this time. To manifest my power and step into the abundance of my own existence. In Time and Space. I am not limited but have come to break limits.

Sheesh.

I didn’t come to destroy the world. But to heal it. To love it. To teach it to coexist in harmony. The way man must coexist with woman. Or man with beast. My Divine self and my human, coexisting and elevating to higher forms of consciousness.

If you know, you know. You understand. And I don’t need to explain. Or be understood.

I choose to love my Self. And Revere her as God. She is me. I am her. There is no separation. Unless I choose. Eye give. Eye decide. Eye reserve the right to utilize my power for the sake of or in spite of the collective.

Love is the realization of darkness and light, coexisting together. In harmony. The colors fade. Blend. Mix and mingle. Good and evil. Without the label because it no longer needs to be defined. That’s God. That’s me. That’s us. It’s her who lives inside of me.

I am that eye am. In my mother’s kingdom are many mansions. She goes to prepare a place for me. That where she is, eye can exist. My soul dwells in the house of the Divine Feminine forever and she is blessed.

X.