I didn’t intend to go all Mad Queen Dany on you but I’m gonna go all Mad Queen Dany on you anyway.
I get it that my writing isn’t for everyone. Some people just don’t get it and some people just do. That’s fine. People are where they are, and where they are is always where they were meant to be. That’s all there is to it. And if everyone gets to understand that, there would be no silly wars or capitalist companies trying to squeeze every last drop of life out of you.
Now, the people who get it? They are my people. They are my soulmate readers. They get it without knowing why they get it. They get it even though their minds are saying, “Oh, no, no, no. That’s not true because here are the facts.” They get it even though some part of them are saying, “It could be just coincidence, you know. A lot of things are just coincidence.”
I know why my soulmate readers get it. Because they operate at the level where I am operating. When I write, I write from the heart. I write because there’s something that’s taking over and it’s bursting from the seams of my soul and screaming to get out. Some of my readers consciously choose to go to this place. Others—those who get it but don’t know why they get it—are getting there even though they don’t know it yet.
If you’ve been looking forward to my blog posts and feel a sense of, “How weird but I can relate to this so much,” every single time, then I’ve got news for you. You’re waking up. You’re waking up to the whispers of your heart. You’re waking up to your higher self who has always been there trying to send you these messages that you keep ignoring because you think they’re not true. And so your higher self found another way to get to you, and your higher self chose me to get to you. I’m the messenger you chose.
And I am 100% clear on the message that’s coming through. It’s the very same message that came through to me years ago in a small but clear and authoritative voice. “You are stronger than this. You are bigger than this. You are capable of rising above everything you think is impossible to rise above. You are not your human shell. Your human shell is nothing but a shadow of the powerful being you are inside.”
And you either get it or you don’t.
I don’t force my message on people who don’t. Eventually, they will get it, whether it takes them years, decades, or multiple lifetimes living the same roles over and over again to get it. But everyone will get it, one way or another.
But I don’t muck around with people who don’t get it either. There’s just no space for that anymore. I’m just not interested in trying to convince people to believe in something they’re not yet ready to face. My message is not for the faint of heart. It’s not for people who operate from the mind, desperately clinging to the “facts of life.” I used to dance and prance and twirl around for people’s approval because the “facts of life” dictated I had to win their approval. I’m not that person anymore.
And this is where I burn all the bridges leading back to a past self that isn’t me anymore.
I don’t write for you. I don’t write for money. I don’t write to become better at it. I write because there’s a message that needs to be delivered. Now, more than ever, that message needs to be delivered to all corners of the world. I used to wonder if I was meant for this. And then I realized, “Good effin’ Lord. God wouldn’t give you such talent for writing if He didn’t choose you to be a messenger.” (Side note: Substitute God with whatever name you give to that indefinable, unfathomable, infinite power that resides in all of us.)
And those who were meant to get that message will get that message loud and clear, without me trying to be fancy or politically correct or hoping my creative writing teachers in college will approve of me. Those who don’t get it will go their own way, as is their right. But they don’t get to tell me what to do. They don’t get to tell me how to deliver my message. And most of all, they don’t get to tell me what my message should be.
Because my life is my message. The message isn’t the squiggly lines appearing on your computer screen. The words are nothing more than physical containers for what lies inside. It’s the years spent playing small, only to find out that’s not me at all. And it’s the moment in the present spent exploring the possibilities for someone who’s no longer willing to play small.
How you live your life doesn’t get to be dictated by someone else. How you deliver your message is how you and only you choose it to be. You’re not a puppet on strings dancing when they tell you to dance, choking on your words when they tell you to choke. That doesn’t work anymore. The old mind games no longer have power over you. Believe it or not, and whether you get it or you don’t, you are rising above all that you think is impossible.
That’s why you sometimes cry yourself to sleep without knowing why. That’s you unlearning the old ways of the world but not yet completely ready to step into the new. That’s why you see people on the streets fighting to be seen as equals. They got that nudge from their higher selves, reminding them we all are equal. That’s why you run into people like me, people who used to be helpless, hopeless pushovers, finally stepping into their fabulous light—to remind you that that’s what you were meant to do in this lifetime.
And if that isn’t loud and clear enough for you, girl, get the hell out of your own way. Stop trying so hard to block the light. It’s gonna find another way to get to you anyway.