It’s the End of the Year As We Know It

I have entered the season where truth doesn’t chatter; it speaks with firmness. I now stand in the clearest shift I have ever known. The veils are thinner than before, not only around my governments, my systems, my media, but within the temples of my own being.

I feel an awakening on a deeply individual level.

I am being ushered into experiences that strip away my illusions, that lay bare the choices and behaviors I once hid behind. The mirror has turned inward. I am being asked; no, required… to face myself. To meet my insecurities without disguise, to see my ego in the full light of day, to release the false comforts of materialism and comparisons.

When I meet the truth of myself, the world begins to rearrange around me. The distortions I despise outside of myself dissolve as my inner sight clears.

This is alchemy, Beloveds; the fire of self-awareness refining the lens of illusion into the light of awakening.

The movement toward myself is unstoppable now. I could resist it, but resistance only makes the tide crash harder. I am letting go, before it breaks me open violently. Surrendering, before it is forced painfully.

I feel it.
I embrace it.
I let it carry me.

It is an ocean, ancient and wise, sweeping me toward the vast sea of Acceptance. I am floating there, within the rising tide of my self-love. The chains I believed were forged by others were never more than strands in a web I chose to help weave. I released my grip, flexed my arms, and watched them scatter away.

Everything is shifting, morphing, dissolving. The familiar is slipping through my fingers. This doesn’t feel like punishment at all. It’s more of a purification.

Spinning faster, light is gathering momentum. And what I cannot move at the speed of my becoming is being released. I let it go. I let them go. I do not grasp what I have outgrown.

I am being rinsed in the waters of renewal, cleansed of density, readied for flight. This is the motion of ascension: a great, merciful unbinding.

I let the old fall away.
I am not losing.
I am lightening.

I am explosion.💥

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Don’t make resolutions. They’re decorative lies dressed in motivational drag. Paper crowns for the hungover. You know it, I know it; no one’s keeping up by February.

Why begin the year already rehearsing your failure?

Instead, wake up and murmur a small thank you to the universe for breath. Then sprint to pee, because gratitude has bladder limits. Make the coffee. Inhale it like an elixir brewed by the gods of functioning adults. Keep breathing. Move gently through the day as if it’s porcelain.

Believe in yourself, even when your brain tries to pawn you off as defective stock. Use that energy to fight the seductive whisper of impulse; no, you do not need another gadget, or that entire pizza “for balance.”

Forget resolutions. They’re loud. Be quiet instead. Stay steady. Walk lightly. Keep everything soft. Be the kind of organized movement that drifts peace.

Eyes on the road, beloveds. 🍃🌸👐

See You Next Year!

Love, Vennie 🌸