there's something here for you.
and for me too, it seems
“As well might one play with the thunderbolts of heaven as with that creature that bears God’s image—God’s photograph.” — Henry McNeal Turner, 1868
5/15/26, 9:39 PM
I am in the process of decentralizing my brain as the primary source of intelligence in my body. This feels illegal. “Illegal” is basically what it means to be an indigenous person in any capacity. How dare I listen to my body before my programming? How dare I walk out of the store with these freshly cut flowers “without paying”? Paying WHO? For WHAT exactly? You want the imaginary Monopoly papers for plastic wrapped mutilations of my mother? Are you kidding me?
What’s the point of being in your head all the time anyways? Don’t get me wrong, the brain is an extremely powerful tool, but what is it really meant to be used for? Is it it meant to rehearse every embarrassing scenario from the past 15 years? Or is it just meant to assimilate the cute nonbinary fractals of light into a hologram that I can perceive with my eyes as a “chair”? Or as “the annoying grocery store employee who went out of their way to ensure I paid for these flowers”?
5/16/26, 9:09 PM
I’m realizing that I can’t be governed. I can’t be controlled. I can take direction, but I can’t be told what to do. Any advice I receive has to be registered by the core of my being as “truth” before I let it affect my moves, and I’m still going to be wary of it until I’ve acted the entire scenario out from start to finish, while fully embodied.
I don’t like rules. I can’t stand arbitrarily stagnant rituals and protocols. “We’ve always done it this way” is the ultimate crock of shit. I don’t care that no one has had any meaningful level of imagination up until this point and so this is the only thing you could come up with! Some of us are christ-conscious visionary artists who can’t help but dream out loud. We’re the ones that your generative AI chatbots are trying to replicate and then erase. Good luck with that.
The power of people will always be undeniable. People aligned wholly on a goal, from top to bottom? That’s power that almost rivals a tsunami. I think that Yemoya deciding she needs to overtake the shore will always end up beating the shit out of some people holding hands on the beach, but the power of their aligned action definitely comes close to what she can do! I love this world we’re creating already. Every word I write weaves another thread in this great tapestry. The future flows from any fervent person’s fingertips on a daily basis. We are all that fervent person, it’s just a question of whether or not we’re aware of it at our time of writing.
I can’t wait till I fully slow down to the pace I’m meant to travel at. I can feel myself gradually transforming from raging comet to humble asteroid. Both have divine purposes but humility allows for easier breath, I’d presume. Things just move so incredibly fast around me all the time. Things change, feelings change, people change. The truth of my experience is constantly being brought into sharper focus. Illusions are always withering and dissolving all around me. It’s like my entire aura has become that psychic scythe of discernment that I was talking about. Anyone who gets within six feet of me starts seeing through the web of lies around their life like clockwork. Because that’s what clarity does: it removes the bullshit-scented wool from over your eyes, regardless of how attached you’d gotten to it. And you know what? Good! Love that for us!
What do you guys write? Are you a poet or an obsessive journaler? Are you stuck writing corporate emails and marketing copy exclusively? Do you turn it out for one really good Substack comment a week and then leave it there? How is the universe flowing out of your fingertips lately? These are not rhetorical questions, I genuinely want to know. Reply back and tell me what world you’re building.
5/18/26, 8:04 PM
I did not feel safe in school. I felt very scared and sad a lot of the time. I would always try to find a reason to not go, and then the perfectionist part of me would claw and thrash at me until I did the thing I hated the most: being second best to a bunch of white kids because my brain didn’t respond well to Honors Algebra II. I remember sobbing after failing a test as a junior when the sophomores next to me couldn’t care less with their 94s. I felt so inadequate. I felt so worthless. I had been so conditioned to experience inferiority in every circumstance.
I feel like that’s all I can say. Did we just shift worlds? I can’t wait to live near the ocean so I can cry with someone who gets me.
feeling this very deeply,
earth angel g.f. x
Thanks for asking about writing ✍️. I intermittently: journal, and comment, and add a note to a restack, and very briefly review books (mostly so I remember having read it). (Boring part: I regularly write narrative medical/clinical documentation for corporate healthcare, but I try to keep my lens on what helps the patient get best care by their next provider.) I’m a verbal girlie and LOVE a voice memo. The universe isn’t flowing freely through my writing, but I’m working on letting the dam loose.
Wow. Yes. You said, “I am in the process of decentralizing my brain as the primary source of intelligence in my body. This feels illegal. “Illegal” is basically what it means to be an indigenous person in any capacity. How dare I listen to my body before my programming?”
As part of a group facilitated space over a year ago, I was asked for the first time to reeeally listen and understand “what is your mind asking for?”
Then take a step back, and was asked “what is your body asking for?”
Then take another step back “what is your connection to source/spirit/earth/universe asking for?”
And I could barely get out of *mind*. I am still working on it. I resonate with what you wrote here so deeply!