The past month has had such a sense of destiny about it, even from day 1. I met someone who said out loud something I had written myself — about having a purpose in life. It was a delightful sync to hear it come out of his mouth, especially since it was why I came here in the first place. I was growing despondent in lockdown, and knew I had to do something.
The world is only going to get crazier. Those of us who know what covid was really about, are aware of that. Now more than ever it’s crucial to be on purpose, because the next psy-op is coming (or many). What will it be? Aliens? Jesus? Vaccine-only access points? Who knows, and who cares, really.
When you have your own dream going on, that takes up almost all your focus. That’s what becomes real to you. The world around you becomes increasingly unreal, and matters less and less.
I don’t pretend to have all the answers, and in many ways life is a mystery to me. But I do have the knowledge of lived experience, and the beginning of a spiritual awakening, and I can tell you this:
Your own experience — which is magical, and may indeed be very different than what they tell you it should be — is what matters most.