An Unrecoverable Depth of Grief

Delusion, Inc Recruited by The Carceral Empire: Handed Off To A Predator Not Realizing The Danger & Without Understanding Became A Facilitator, The Common Denominator Is Plagiarized Presence In A Manufactured Belief To People That Won’t Question It, Utilizing Intelligence To Assist by Insinuation An Identity That Is Not There & A Scenario That Is Not Taking Place

A Voice Worthy of Quoting But Not Supporting: Too Generous & Sided With The Wrong Bitch Blocked From Accessing What They Betrayed To Begin With, Coveted Venom Then Cried Weapon Thereafter

I take energy seriously

I don’t take myself too seriously. I take energy seriously. One keeps me human. The other keeps this work clean. If I took myself seriously every reading would end with me needing a snack and a crisis plan, been there done that and I quite like the shirts I fit into right now.

Meet this space with respect for the source that holds it.

This is my frequency. I built it, I hold it, and others connect to it because I made it accessible.

Love in its pure form for me is not sentimental or moralistic, it is attunement.

I accept all energy to come forward. I receive the frequency as it arrives without forcing it to conform to personal narrative, identity, or comfort.

Those who are receiving the message are not inheriting the authority, which does not extend automatically to anyone who happens to be listening.

If someone can’t handle the tone, the clarity, or the authority, that’s a personal regulation problem.

Respect the translator or step away from the transmission.

🌹 My voice remains unaltered.
My tone, clarity, and authority are part of the work. They do not get edited to match external expectations. If you think you’re adjusting my delivery, CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN! You’re not. I don’t rewrite myself because someone’s ego has texture sensitivities.
🌹 My work is to be engaged with responsibly.
This is not a dumping ground for projections, emotional drive by shootings, debate club fantasies, or passive aggressive interpretive dance. Treat it with respect or don’t touch it.If you misuse it, warp it, weaponize it, twist it or BOP it or show up acting like you’ve never met accountability a day in your life I will shut that shit down faster than the fireworks show you started in the other section, and no, I’m still not calling the fire department.
🌹 I am the origin of this teaching.
We’re not doing the thing where people take the material, misquote it, then act confused when I recognize my own words and am capable of correction. This material comes from me, not the collective, not osmosis, not your intuition having a “moment.”
Me.
If you repeat my work, you are quoting me. If you fuck it up chuck, you are misrepresenting me. Do not detach it from its source like you found it in the wild. I know exactly what I said, how I said it, and why. This isn’t communal wisdom. It’s authored. If you cite it, cite me. If you steal it, believe you me there will be a demonstration that you didn’t understand it in the first place.
🌹 I don’t compress my personality like a zip file so it’s easier to download.
Fucking uninstall at that point if your system can’t handle the full version. If you require a diluted version of me, this is not the correct space for you. I operate at my full capacity. If you require palatable spirituality, I am not aligned for you. I do not place veneers over the truth the same way I did not get braces for my teeth, it is what it is.
🌹 Respect grants access.
Show up like an adult? Welcome. Show up like a walking OSHA violation? You meet the firewall and that bitch is set to scorched earth mode. If you approach this space with respect, you will experience clarity and openness. If you approach with entitlement, hostility, or manipulation, you will get launched out of my space so hard your ego will need a FEMA response team.
Projections. Congratulations! They stay with you! I don’t run a recycling center for misplaced emotions. You’re now the proud owner of your own fallout. Interpretations you create, assume, or assign to my work belong to you. I do not carry or correct narratives you generate to avoid addressing your own material. If you hand me a storyline you wrote without my signature, I’m not signing it retroactively. Keep your fanfiction in your drafts.
Discomfort with truth. If reality feels spicy that’s your palate, I am not changing my seasoning. If the information challenges you, confronts you, or exposes what you were avoiding, that reaction is yours to manage. I do not revise accuracy to reduce emotional impact. Or, big or here, maybe stop raw dogging denial.
Attempts to control my tone or delivery. My voice is not a democracy. If the clarity feels sharp, hold it better. My communication style is intentional. I do not alter my speech, clarity, or directness to accommodate personal preferences or thresholds.
Discomfort when I don’t fold. If the table shows their hand every time. That’s on them. I’m not here to pretend I didn’t see the cards. I do not reduce my presence, intelligence, or authority for anyone’s comfort. If my full expression feels confronting, that indicates the work you need to do, not what I need to change.
Assuming my accuracy is about you. If the shoe fits, fine. But don’t act like I hand measured your foot. I’m not running a custom orthotics clinic. My accuracy is not personalized unless explicitly stated, get a personal reading for that. If something resonates, it is because it applies not because it was aimed.
The coherence of my own nervous system. I regulate like a grown adult not like a windchime in a hurricane. I manage my regulation. I’m not in sympathy because someone else wanted fuck around and find out hour. If you choose chaos with me then enjoy the fireworks, I’m not calling the fire department.
The integrity of this space. I keep this room cleaner than my own house and I’m the psychopath who opens windows in February “to freshen the air.” This room stays clean. Not spiritually musty. Not energetically sticky. Not cluttered with abandoned hot takes or emotional graffiti. You don’t get to tag my walls with your nonsense. If it’s in this space, it’s here because I allow it or don’t.
The clarity of the message. If you need a fog machine go to Party City and rent one. My focus is on direct transmission. I don’t do bargain bin interpretations like “the Moon card means illusion and confusion.” I am not a fortune cookie slogan writer, but at this point perhaps I should be.
The accuracy and ethics of my work. My work is held to an internal standard aligned with MY values, experience, and discernment. Everything I say could pass a background check, a vibe check, and a forensic audit. I don’t deal in vague spiritual Mad Libs, although I used to love that game as a child.
The boundaries. My space has structure. Don’t argue with the architecture. Not “guidelines,” not “vibes,” not “suggestions.” Structure. If you run into a wall, that’s how you know it works. We gon’ learn physics today.