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✨ "How to know if you are looping or reprogramming. #karma saturn" By Madison Vandereb #✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

"turns out… i didn’t need to repent. i needed to reparent the parts of me that had been abandoned mid-tantrum. maybe heaven is just the part of hell you’ve decided to hold. you wanna be holy? try sitting with your hurt long enough to hear its origin story. what if the devil you’ve been at war with is just your inner child wearing all the armor you were too young to carry? what if you stopped trying to cast your demons out and started rocking them to sleep? what if the bravest spiritual practice isn’t light or love or transcendence? what if it’s dragging a chair across the floor of hades, sitting down beside the part of you you were taught to hate, and saying, “i’m not leaving.” what if you didn’t come here to be fixed? what if you came here to fall in love with every version of you that survived a crucifix? some of you won’t understand this. some days i believe in jesus. some days i am jesus, but not the whitewashed sunday school one. the brown-skinned revolutionary one who broke generational curses like bread and cried in gardens because he still loved the ones who hurt him. stop looking for god in places you’ve never bled. the divine doesn’t live in your perfection. they live in your pussy. in your panic attacks. in your dickhead opinions. in your porn search history. in the silence after you almost called your ex. god isn’t hiding from you. they’re hiding as you. this might sound crazy, but the part of me that wanted to fuck everyone was the same part that just wanted to be held as a child. i asked my shadows what they believed in. they said: "you. the version of you that kept going when you couldn't see the light." when no one chose me, my darkness did. it stayed awake so i could make it to morning. when people ask me who i am, i want to hand them a guest list: rage, joy, addiction, devotion, kink, wonder, regret, and rebirth. what if your self isn’t something you lose or find? what if it’s something you host? a dinner party of misfits. a family reunion for every version of you that never got to come home. set the table. pour the wine. and for god’s sake, don’t make the addict sit in the corner again. when i let the addict speak, he didn’t ask for sobriety or preach about some 12-step program. he asked for a seat, and said… stop calling me broken. i’m the one who stayed alive when everyone else left. my emotions aren’t moods. they’re mythologies written in the language of my limbic system. some people call them archetypes. others call it internal family systems. you can label them angels, demons, daimons, parts, or prayers. i really don’t care. i just know, my lover didn’t feel safe until my warrior put his sword down at home. my warrior didn’t know what to fight for until the king gave him a vision worth bleeding for. my king didn’t rule with wisdom until the magician showed him, how to surrender to mystery. and the magician? he was waiting for the fool to dance barefoot in the kitchen and say: “maybe the real kingdom is this pot of soup we made out of everything you once hated.” i was told kings sat on thrones. but mine sits cross-legged in the dirt with my inner child, drawing sigils in the mud with a stick and a story about how every heartbreak was a map back to myself. wanna know how i became who i am today? i stopped trying to fix myself. and started french kissing every fucked-up fragment that thought it had to hide. people call me grounded, but really i just learned how to make love with every part of me i was told to bury. so don’t ask me who i am. ask me who i’ve made room for. february 6, i’m teaching you how to sit with every voice inside you’ve been muting. archetypes. shadows. exiles. protectors. critics. children. muses. we turn them all into poetry. five weeks of meeting yourself naked and making love to your creative energy. $111 to slip in. limited seats. you already know if this is for you. last round sold out overnight. comment "love" below and i’ll show you how valentine’s day hits different when you’re finally intimate with yourself. the parts you hide are the parts that write the truest lines. this is your invitation to stop self-editing and start creating from the whole body. come make room for all of you." By Christopher Sexton #FoodForThought

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