Self aware since birth, didnt need a birth chart to tap in and see my fate. Just needed spirit, ganja, and good ole isolation (at one point isolated in a van for most of 2 years.) And about three or four lovers here and there that would make my heart bleed all kinds of lovely hopeless romantic emotions ; emotions that were transmuted into expression and the rebuilding of what I was then. Though now years later to have healed enough to love myself and be full on that. Ive always had my ancestors in my ear reminding me that all would pass. As it has. As they still do.
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I go by many names, though my soul is nameless. Non-conforming, not tied to these labels or fights for acceptance and an apology from people who clearly hate themselves and know nothing but flesh while valuing currency over themselves and their loved ones karmic legacy …
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To know there is no final form. I am not married to the idea of myself. I am not a believer of the round world, and refuse to let people with thousands of name tags and a selective pride to force such an incompatible reality on me for the sake of modernism
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We are infinite & This reality is easily malleable. As I am. As you are. As you can always be. – March 20’
∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
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