We ought to get HIGH;

Honest,
Integral,
Grateful, and
Humble

Honesty is your shield.
Integrity your armor.
Gratitude your reflection.
Humility gives you purpose.

Wear it, wear it all, so you may face yourself.

Negate not the negative, for it may be positively necessary; a candle is better seen when it is surrounded by darkness, not radiance.

Que miguezão haha

The great attractor pulls me in, pushes me into it and presses itself around me.

We are all bound to it, from the smallest to the greatest, from an ant to a red giant, we all bow to it.

If you hit the ball at the perfect angle, it goes perfectly where you aimed it with perfection.

If I am the one who casts, let it cascade of me. If I am the one who weaves, may the waves start in me.

If I am both the writer and the reader, let me write myself a story of wonders...

What I seek, however, is to create, not merely be. A diamond, as beautiful as it may, only shines when casted light. And I seek to be the light caster myself.

I'm all set, the character is as I had expected, check.

What it encompasses, however, is me, so I made sure it was tailor made. And it fits myself like a glove. At every prism I see my own reflection. I am diamond.

What is male if not a vessel for female? What is female if not the bearer of male?

The feminine finds purpose through me, and through it I find myself.

It bore me, and I bear it. Forever we dance.

Assumptions are psychoactive, beliefs shape perception, and one's folklore drive their reality.

Tell me the art you consume and I shall tell you a little of who you are.

Tell me the media you digest and I will tell you what you're currently made of.

O movimento da culpa é terceirizado, a herdamos da sociedade, da nossa cultura. Isso não é seu, é um pensamento tão intrusivo quanto qualquer outro, mude a chave, de culpa pra contraste; errou, mas criou contraste, e é por isso que estamos aqui. 🪷✨

or I could say my apish self, a dweller of my awareness, and the more it takes charge, the less I need to be.

My higher consciousness is very much analogous to a visitor, a divine guest. The more and better I accommodate it, cater to its attention, and listen closely to its infinite knowledge, the longer and more nestled in it becomes.

My visitor has come and has settled down, it is, along with my Ego,

No matter what it is you have accomplished outside yourself, if the same or more hasn't taken place inside, you won't be free.

The castles of sand you own are transient, you, on the other hand, are not, and deep down you know it.

But, of course you matter, you're made of refined matter (pun intended), which has traveled across space and time to be assembled.

But, of course you're amazing, you're more than 13 billion years old!

a única relação tóxica que eu aceito é essa kkkkk

Every cosmic entity has tales to tell to the ones listening intently. It gives them purpose beyond creation.

Light seems far, and still it is here, separation is the illusion itself.

What would the Sun do?!

We are children of the Universe ♾️ , of Its milky way galaxy 🌌 , sons of our Sun ☀ and the offspring of our pale blue dot 🌎, where we hold our ground.

Here we stand and look up, to our fathers. For they are our real guides, for it is their light and symphony we must become. ✨

If one wants juicy fruit, one must learn how to seed.

If one hopes to bear much fruit, one must first become as upwards, tenacious, and well-rooted as a tree.

Find a star and make a wish, a wish for the whole and not your imagined whole.

The Sun is an old man with a golden pipe, and we its scented smoke.

from the littlest of things to the Sun, from a newborn to a parent. I see it, all myself playing myself everywhere I can be found, an everlasting "Where is Waldo?" observation game.

And WHERE is Waldo?

I care not, for Waldo is all of it. All there is...

I'm looking into a screen, delighting myself. This simulation almost feels real, it eludes me. I am it, and yet I am not merely just it. I am that which witnesses it, and that which witnesses it is much more.

I see it now, from an ant meandering to a self-burning star,

How many men would it take to build the Universe? 🤔

We're stories, told by our story-teller to itself, so it feels its narrative, so it becomes that which is conveyed.

Start your own Fight Club.

Fight a battle YOU pick, channel the currency of Gaia into a currency of your choosing. Earn free will, not be bound to a shadow of it.