Yimpa

If my presence didn’ dosent end you with a taste of Love, then i have failed. Categorizing the expression of Love to be a certain way, dead end.

It depends on how one relates to them.

I told Beans the truth and it nearly ended the two of us. Yet it did not, because our Intelligence has reached Titanic levels of wisdom, thanks to all this consciousness work. Now that the truth has been revealed, there is no turning back. We will resolve the inner machinations of our fears in due time. F ICE, OCD, and PTSD. F IT all to HELL!

everyone else was being triggered, i wanted to join the fun in my own little bubble ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The collective period of truth seeking has just begun.

we are all in this together, but that doesn’t mean we are all at the same level of readiness. discernment is key fill your cup with what you need, and then deconstruct it when it no longer is serving you the issue i faced was assuming everyone equally wanted to understand selflessness. boundless does not equal allowing selfish minds to take advantage of you.

i cannot become fully autonomous of mind if i am conforming to others, even the ones closest to me if i am not being honest with who or what I am, then we all fail. the best of “other” comes out when I am being 💯 with them! i can meet others with where they’re at without sacrificing what i know to be true deep down.

A healthy mix of junk and whole foods.

all i wanted was connection masking helps me master survival, but it dosen’t help me break free of the social matrix alien mind is giving biscuit trails everywhere. every interaction is a clue. it’s not that things are happening for a finite self, it is the universe nudging itself towards deeper understanding.

I am You, and how conscious You/I are of that is another story. The hand is absolutely a hand, but how conscious and love you relate to the hand is not nothin, so don’t take that lightly “oh it’s just a hand, so what?” Wrong. And that’s just a hand. We are just getting started, so stayed attuned to your truth seeking. Don’t lose sight of the Bigger Picture.

The rage i spit is a violent bae of congratulating myself for making it this far 🖤🔥

Open up, buttercup!

Adderall and stimulants made me more paranoid. It made me more productive, but more self-deluded with the grind culture. It’s so sneaky and it should honestly be criminal that it is so widely prescribed. But society can’t help itself because it is toxic orange.

It is a cheat meal served by the most brilliant cheater in the world

The corruption is not limited to the mental health field. This corruption is festering in EVERY field. Infinite Titanics and Icebergs FOR ALL! Imagine investing your whole life building towards something only to realize that it was all imaginary. And yet still use their imagination so surface level, so conformist, so ugly, so predictable and domesticated like a factory animal. That is the game everyone is playing. Sleep walking and acting like everyone around them (the ones they approve, that is) is awake.

I’ve seen hundreds of mental health professionals throughout my life, and only 0.5% truly understand how the mind works at a serious level. Everyone else was just an ideological pawn who treated me like a textbook.

I figured out who I am while being a poor piece of shit. Without being part of a work culture. Without some academic fool forcing their beliefs down my throats. I dropped all the support groups I am a part of. I refuse to allow any social systems to water down or dilute me. I don’t give a fuck if you care about me or not. You don’t. You only care about me for selfish reasons. Everyone has the wrong ideas or me, that I am just some woke idiot, that I am a good person, that I am part of their games. I am not. I’m not playing anymore. People will have their assumptions about me. And they’re all wrong. They don’t know me. They have perverted ideas of me based on my appearance. I refuse to give access to people or systems who will exploit me for money, sex, fame, ideology, validation. Everyone is in a game of survival. I am no longer entertaining it. If the truth ends me, so be it. I’d rather figure out what is tru than delude myself with false comforts and rewards from a circle that I trapped myself in.

Fuck, you’re right. Thank you for giving me your autistic, no bulkshit observation about my blind spots.

Shitting in the “wrong” space is Good.

I am done trying to pass by any human standards. All trash.

All your ideas about me will sink HARD. They used my pain as their marketing campaign, did it badly, and now everyone associates my truth with their garbage. I am pissed off as fuck. And this does not contradict with being poised. I can be disgusted while also staying grounded in my bottomless truth