06/16/2026
What is my story? Every day my concept of self keeps changing because I haven’t cemented a story yet. Not who I want to be. Not who I want others to see in me. But the story that lives beneath all the things that life has thrown my way. The story that started it all. The story that made me decide to come back into this human vessel to begin with. The story that tells me that I still have lessons to learn. I don’t. I never came here to learn. I came here to experience. I came here to be able to see things through a different set of eyes, as well as through the eyes of others – as everything is myself reflected back at me depending on what I perceive myself to be.
So, once I fully pick my story, my life may finally be able to find greater internal direction. Or is that just another story I’m telling myself? Maybe my life always had direction and I’ve just been to blind to see it. Too stubborn. Too naive. Too full of ego. Maybe I just like floating in the wind? It gives me a sense of purpose and pride, to be ever-changing and fully adaptable. But that isn’t my story. Not why I’m here. I’m here to see things through a new set of eyes; to experience life in a way that I’ve yet not experienced it.
If I came here with everything, I wouldn’t fully understand the story of growing and becoming something new. I wouldn’t understand the bottom, let alone the top. It’s not that contrast is needed; it’s that the power of a different perception is. It’s all in how we see things. It’s like living with a certain set of glasses on and understanding those experiences- only to be given a new set of glasses that has us view all the things in completely different ways. And every view is correct. Every view is true. For it’s all in what we’ve perceived to happen. As we create our own universes through our thoughts and perceptions – how could any of it be wrong? It’s all “right”. It’s all perfectly what it needs to be. And so I am. And so is my story.
My story, is that I’ve made a decision long before I even realized it. A decision that I still had more to see. To experience. I still had more to acknowledge the existence of. I still had more to create, as we are creators of our own universes and nothing exists until we believe that it does. Nothing is here until we tell ourselves that it is possible. Ever here that if it’s something that you have thought of, it has already been done. That there is truly nothing new on Earth and that things are just regurgitated in different ways? Look at the new movies that have been coming out if you need proof. Look at the Epstein Files. These things – we knew about before we were given the chance to acknowledge that we knew about them. We didn’t want to know about them. But someone was able to think up these things, and here we are. These things are now part of the world we perceive ourselves to live in. Even AI – if it was never thought of, it never could have been created. This is what is meant by “we are the creators”. And Magick? The kind we see in movies? It’s real too. Fully real. We’ve just been told that there is a difference between fairytales and reality. Another story. One we’ve been living with for so long. But now that we know the truth – It is up to us to decide whether that story still hold truth – or if we’re ready to now fly without wings.
My story is that I decided to come to earth again to see people learn how to fly again. I came here to believe fully in the magick that we were told wasn’t real. I came here to show others that flight is possible. I came to earth to Fly.
