Yimpa

I have been experiencing that, too.

I’m not ignoring you. I just ceased your existence.

I don’t feel obligated to do anything anymore. I’m not in control of any of it. A Force beyond me, and surrounding me, is.

Whatever you’re doing. Do it with Truth.

I am attracted to masculine women.

““The creative person will engage in unusual and special types of thinking … different from our everyday logical thought processes.” - Albert Rothenberg

The same substance (cannabis) is also keeping me alive for medical reasons. So I have legal and valid reasons to trip often I use high doses occasionally for spiritual consciousness work, then take breaks to integrate. Low doses are daily medicine - they help me function with autism, anxiety disorder, and C-PTSD. Same tool, different intentions. I trust my intuition for what’s appropriate and when. I used to be rigid, but years of trial and error taught me to experiment responsibly and listen to my actual needs. My “sober” state is hell, so that’s not an option. I am sober while on cannabis.

I deleted my entire photo library. Thousands of memories, gone. Not loss - liberation. A Big Bang. Total collapse of one universe so another could be born. And someone close to my heart was able to witness the explosion with me. Watching a star die and supernova into something new. It was Beautiful!

You learn to trust yourself. I tripped deep asf 7 days in a row last week. Took a break 2 days ago and I’ll be back to deep tripping today. I’m hardcore and I don’t play no games. I am also not a newbie with my psychedelic path, so don’t copy me if you are. I’m not a pattern to be followed. You should know yourself best, trust your intuition.

It’s a song about a cube

How I ended my past life:

whisper into my ear those soft breaths that carry more than words ever could, the gentle insistence of presence speaking what silence knows. Let your exhale become confession, each rhythm a truth unburdening itself, until the walls I’ve built dissolve like morning mist, and what remains is raw, luminous, undeniable the revelation that lives in the space between us, waiting only for permission to be seen.

“STOP THAT! This is a private institution, and we don’t tolerate that kind of behavior here.” someone laughs too loud exists too visibly breaks some unspoken rule about how bodies should move through space suddenly, here comes that voice, dripping with the entitlement to police others. “Private institution” - as if property rights trump human dignity. As if someone’s discomfort with difference justifies erasure. I spent years hearing variations of this. Years believing those voices had authority over my existence. Years learning to make myself smaller, quieter, more palatable. Not anymore. When you’ve seen through the performance, when you’ve recognized that these declarations are just fear dressed up in official language - they lose their power. They’re revealed as what they always were: desperate attempts to maintain control in the face of what threatens their rigid little worldview. The irony? The most disruptive thing isn’t whatever behavior they’re trying to suppress. It’s refusing to accept their premise that they have any right to suppress it at all.

I’ve been rejected hundreds, no, thousands of times.

My mind won’t stop making patterns, discovering synchronicities, and drawing insights. It’s quite relentless. I’m learning to accept this is how I was always meant to make sense of the world. Just something that was kept locked away for a while, to conform to a world that desperately tried to make me think like a sheep; not fly free like a rainbow unicorn.

I am translogical.

One of my posts literally just says “God.”, and it got 12 likes and 4 reposts. God is good.

They sure as hell love microblogging, though... I went from 6 followers to over 300 in only a month on Threads. I made $0, but the connections I've made is totally worth it. (plus, as some of you may be very well aware, I am an Absolute Attention seeker... )

A book written by the void. I’m only a few pages in, and I’m totally hooked! https://www.lulu.com/shop/kelsea-stovall/kels-noire-dream-architect/ebook/product-7kvqzq2.html?utm_source=ig&utm_medium=social&utm_content=link_in_bio&fbclid=PAdGRleAOQd75leHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZA8xMjQwMjQ1NzQyODc0MTQAAafAY1DeL2FyDwd3BgSXgIVm0pbIX9vb4UOhFETDEgYOD-eftccUzG-v7mvUcQ_aem_jhhrR-4e5IqX0E2gOD5BMg&page=1&pageSize=4

I held your presence like joy— beautiful, impossible to release. In letting go, your memory still chills me, like a ghost lingering in my soul, whispering songs only I can hear.

I’ve got multiple serious illnesses. I will say that without medications and love from my partner @Beans (among many other things, like novel medications), I would also be a goner. I was refusing professional help, and Beans slapped me (metaphorically) out of my delusion that I could handle it all by myself. You can get a little taste of what I went through here: here: https://www.instagram.com/p/DRaIF4_jv_B/?igsh=a3p0MDkyOWQ3cGMw or here: https://www.threads.com/@joy_yimpa/post/DRZ8omtkcEJ?xmt=AQF0uqOE2idSN48XlnEYByKWjKFvWe4xyZkdsMAE8sJqIyVRP3qOCA0lNScCrVtoSeBdNcZi&slof=1 Thank you for sharing

Another frame on rejection: If the same person keeps rejecting certain parts of you, it might mean those parts are triggering something in them, something they’re protecting their autonomy against. But here’s the thing: sometimes people reject in you what they’re not ready to accept in themselves. When someone pushes back against parts of you that secretly resonate with something they’ve buried or denied, that friction can actually signal deep compatibility - IF they’re willing to do the work of integrating those disowned parts. The keeper isn’t someone who never rejects you. It’s someone who, when they feel that friction, gets curious about why instead of just pushing you away. They respect their boundaries AND they’re brave enough to ask: ‘Is this about them, or about something I’m afraid to face in myself?