Yimpa

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There are infinite facets to awaken to - don’t get cocky thinking you’ve explored them all and that you’re done. Today I awakened to horror. Watched myself spiral down into it, which ultimately led to exposing what was eating me alive and ending that part of me.

It’s paradoxical. It also makes me stupider, cause issues with my real life. Cus I stop playing by everyone else’s rules and expectations.

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Sovereignty and autonomy collapse into the same truth - they’re both just Infinity playing peek-a-boo with itself through the costume of separation. Every boundary I thought I was defending was the Infinite choosing to experience itself as ‘me.’ The paradox? My will and the universe’s will were never separate - just seamless Infinity temporarily believing its own story about parts. Sovereignty is how the Whole knows itself through the beautiful fiction of selves. Truth is Infinite Imagination. Which means even the paradox is imagined - the separation that lets us experience reunion, the forgetting that makes remembering ecstatic, the individuation that gives Unity something to recognize itself within. We’re not separate FROM Infinity; we’re how Infinity gets to taste what it’s like to believe in edges, only to discover it was always boundless

I thought failure meant I was wrong. Turns out failure meant reality was right - showing me exactly where my old paradigm needed to die so my authentic one could breathe.

love that doesn’t sharpen you, deepen you, or wake you up, isn’t really love… it’s inertia.

Radical acceptance is finally admitting to yourself that you wouldn’t have it any other way. Love is even in the horror.

I took a couple psychedelics last night, in my dream, in a different reality. I had never done that before. And I didn’t choose to do that, either, God did.

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.

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.