*** TREMORS. WE FELT THAT HOT BRILLIANCE. ***
And in between fights, we re-center and snack:
Know that they need to do ALL their external violence because they can’t perceive the Universe as intrinsic. They can’t see Truth and Light. So they reach out to us for it, violently clawing at us, and farther and farther away from the answer within themselves. They are dependent, on us, to experience themselves.
We who are connected with our core, from which our authentic selves were glimpsed and given freedom, continue to reach within. We touch that which is unmovable, unshakable. We burn bright from the inside out, shine, and smirk that as the ones who have the cookie jar, we know that:
We are here because the Universe said OMG YES, and placed itself in us, as us (and cookies).
(I intend to be the snarkiest, smirking, angel-warrior with cookies they’ve ever fucking seen.)
PS: This post is a humour-spiritual reminder that transgender joy is the greatest resistance and power that we have. Whenever we’re not scared, pissed off, fed up, or resting and recharging through our unshakable core, we need to return to our joy, smirk and snort at our oppressors. This keeps us in alignment and active in the expression of the Universe. We fight the human dumbassery, but then we cuddle with cookies. It’s the purpose of any and all Life: be the bestest experience you want to give and be, of and as, the Universe. 🏳️⚧️