Aren’t they all? I figure if it’s short(er) it’s a bonus (?) not a full episode (??) but this is: my opinion of why “gym rats” are, ultimately: useless

On life, etc. also an overdue “trigger warning”

Lmfao sry ab tht 😇🥳❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹🌹🥀💐

What a concept. 🦋

Consider bon’bonus 1/2 and this the 2nd half.

Also consider this: if it feels chaotic

To YOU—

Just know that each time I upload through this silly apparatus I am SCROLLING PAST 115+ episodes, 5, 23 episode seasons, constantly like: oo, wait that one actually had a lot of listens maybe bring these back—

Then I’m like: time line wise, if I make all these public again (now, today?) won’t they post as “now” and therefore throw off zeeeee entire timeline AGH so maybe: maybe on Thursday’s I select a feature archive (!!) and release one lil bb one crown jewel, at a time.

It feels most likely I’ll be reminded by the sight of a fabric of an intention to recreate a pattern and imagine the young lady adorned by it and I’ll be making ROBES ALL DAY—

Stay tuned.

Good (doesn’t ‘bon’ somewhere— somehow: translate to “good”—

Anyway: bonus thoughts shared here, walking, noticing—

Major take away is that LATER, after recording (verbalizing, on a walk so “publicly” ?) the Bible, and I shit you not: was: BACK, it came back!! To the very spot, I mean: the exact same pillar beneath i4, even— so that’s something.

Or it’s not* like I truly do not comprehend reality enough (well enough, yet) to be certain if this is just: random, random it happened random that I noticed or— or: alignment, synchronicity & a divine orchestra of God’s warriors

But you can BET YOUR ASS I’m telling my self it was Relle, and you can also know that, if you’re reading this: the way you were sitting in that chaaaairrrr the other day, omg

The sap in me goes “where’s your cushion” the sloppy freak in me just stared at your ASS fully falling through that seat but also, your legs are redwoods so it’s not like you were falling, moving. No you were just suspended before me like an ultra hunk and I’m (literally) sitting, in the dirt, fully (FULLY) swoooning. This, this *must* be (delusion or) LOVE.

Jury’s still out happy Tuesday happy mars day martes right? Lady magic, right? (Idk, I read somewhere, once, that feminine energy is strongest on Tuesdays lmfaoooo so let’s do something w that 🥴😇❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹🥳💙💜🩵

Up and on the interwebs within 1/2 an hour of recording, not bad! Thanks Apple Gods (?) Thank you CIA, big thanks to all forces allowing this platform to continue. Anyway: meant to touch on this if I haven’t already— safety as a prerequisite for play.

What does that mean? In order TO express (truly, earnestly, artistically* not to be confused with sloppy, forced, emotionally erratic— which I can acknowledge that I have been!) one MUST feel safe.

Don’t believe me? Think about your ancestry, go back 100 years. A relative of yours is being chased by a bear, are they going to stop and eat berries? Well what if they’re hungry, oh, they probably are thinking less about their needs (internal, physiological, definitely: emotional) and more about their current reality: in which there is a very REAL threat to their safety, and life.

So that being said: I consider *if* kids in the hood *can* play. Yes, right? They know they’re safe, right? They’re safe, right? And everyone else: we’re safe, right?

It takes a lot for me to convince myself I CAN: play

And that’s the real opposite of trauma, it isn’t calm, it’s JOYOUS, it’s free, it’s kind and a heart and mind: unlocked 🗝️

WISDOM— Chris, wya???? @doctorofdivinebiology on instagram, this woman has healed me, if only by inspiring me to KNOW myself and BE myself. I love you Dr. Northrup, I really do!! 💜🌷

To be clear: not in a weird way, I’d put that song on for my mom to really hear, then wanna leave the room*

Ain’t no such thaaaang anymore, huh? It feels like it’s been swapped for: no, I’ve had to deal with pain, so I will INFLICT pain and suffering upon YOU (anyone else catching this vibe off the avg American in 2025????)

And beyond 🫥

Another ramble! (Yesterday though)