When did you become, this?
This half-baked version of your brilliant, name taking, radiant self?
When did you think it was remotely acceptable to become
When did you convince yourself that it was worth turning your back on
ALL OF YOU,
just so that one more asshole could like and approve of you?
Did you seriously think I wouldn’t notice?
Did you honestly believe that I wouldn’t call you out on your shit Darling?
Because you and I both know,
that there’s no hiding from Soul.
Not even when you drown me out with your bottle of wine.
Not even when you turn up the volume of your headphones so you can’t hear my voice.
I’m not going anywhere.
I’m here to tell you today,
that it’s motherfucking time
for you to show up!
No more excuses will be tolerated.
I’m no longer available to patiently encourage you to just take one, baby, step.
That time has come and gone.
Now is the time to courageously take the leap,
that you can actually do this.
Or die in the attempt.
Because NOT brining your A-game,
means essentially you’re not living anyways.
You’re merely existing.
Sucking up oxygen and converting it into more bullshit mediocrity.
When will you finally own the truth that you were born to LEAD a revolution for those ready to pull finger and achieve iconic levels of success?
Absorbing average, like the fire consumes oxygen to feed it’s heat, and converting it into excellence.
Everything that’s happened in your life up to this point,
the magical experiences which had your toes curl in delight,
the torturous ones that had you vomit out your pain,
all of them,
prepared you for this time.
And if you DARE turn a blind eye to your path,
YOU ARE ESSENTIALLY ALREADY DEAD!
End of story.
Life simply don’t have time for your victim mentality,
your drawn-out pity party,
thinking you’re the only one having it rough.
Look, I’m not a complete insensitive bitch.
I’ve seen you do the work every now and again.
I’ve observed your valiant attempt at connecting to the truth.
Of what you’re here to create.
And then feeling insignificant.
Thinking ‘Who the HELL am I to do this? Create this? I’m not good enough!’
Slinking back into the shadows.
Again and again.
I’ve seen your momentary determination,
every once in a while,
when you have your ‘fuck this shit’ moment,
and you actually take action.
Reaching out to someone,
understanding that you were never meant to struggle on your own.
That the Universe has already lined up all the support, the mentors, teachers, coaches, required for your mission.
when you sat with the choice right in front of you,
of finally DOING tha thing!,
the one you’re meant to be doing,
you allowed your fear to dictate your decision.
Sitting down once more.
Are you kidding me??
And I’ve been patient.
Up to now.
But honestly Sugar,
To your path.
To your calling.
To your thrive.
Stop telling yourself you’re okay with being average.
That as long as you have a roof over your head,
even if it has holes in it,
and food in your tummy,
even if it is laden with poisonous chemicals and hormones,
and someone in bed next to you,
even if that someone fills you with dread,
you don’t need anything more…
That’s such a load of CROCKADOODLE DOO!
This bullshit behaviour of settling,
of just being grateful for
And since when was enough good enough for you????
the queen who confidently commands ‘Off with their heads!’.
the one who radiates when bathing in opulence and luxury because the precious inside of you reflects well in the precious the world is creating just for you, every day.
the one who rips out a roar of pure satisfied bliss when sweat is dripping off your body!
And if you’re wanting to have your little princess tantrum right now,
See where that petulant behaviour will get you.
Oh yes Darling,
you can go start your pity party,
along with all the other candy-floss sheople,
those who criticise the winners,
justifying their insignificant choices in life,
which keeps them exactly where they are,
all the time bitching and moaning.
You can go to your little ‘girl power’ kumbajah meeting,
and you can dance in your wee circle,
pointing at the bad bitches of the world,
saying how they are soooooo in their masculine,
how they are they traitors to the sisterhood.
And then wait for Mercury to get into perfect alignment with Venus and Mars before you’re willing to do a damn thing.
Please, go ahead.
Because until you actually grow a pair of titanium tits
and take full responsibility for your LIFE,
you won’t be in a position to receive my message.
And I’m not repeating myself again and again,
spelling it out.
I’m not that teacher.
There are those out there, go find them.
I’m only here to share with you this one time,
that everything in your life is based on your decisions.
And they’ve been a little on the piss poor side compared to your actual potential.
You can keep getting ready to decide.
You can keep revisiting the past to understand your confusing and quite frankly, ridiculous, current behaviour.
You can continue to struggle on your own telling everyone how hard it is and how lonely you feel.
You can absolutely cling to your victim mentality and be happy in your misery.
It is after all, your life.
Or you can just get a little mad,
lift up that gorgeous chin of yours,
and tell me to
BRING IT ON!
You can finally dig a little deeper and
REFUSE to back down.
You can choose to feel the fear and do it anyway.
You can command that the Universe infuse your actions with inhuman power,
and astound humanity
with your legacy.
let’s play bitch.
I’ve been waiting for you.
Death is inevitable.
Thriving is the choice of the brave.
In love and honour,
PS: HAVE YOU SEEN THAT APPLICATIONS ARE OPEN????
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And that means you’re ready to stop pretending to be like everyone else.
You’re ready to go deep,
Into the pain,
That’s ripping up your insides,
Because you FEEL the agony of the world,
And you’re drawing a line,
Hungrily feasting on some sheople mentality.
If that’s you, message me for details.