Nostr I have some questions!
First off, I'm noticing certain accounts that appear to be following, unfollowing and then refollowing my account in a really spammy and honestly slightly unhinged way so I'm wondering if this is actually a notification glitch with the app?
Secondly - I'm wondering if anyone can recommend active hashtags for widening the reach of my work, both on a general and topic-specific level. For example #asknostr and #introductions have been great for some initial connecting and getting settled into the space. Are there any other generalised hashtags that are helpful to use?
More specifically, I wanna connect with spiritual path walkers, medicine women (+ men), and people who're unwinding hustle culture and perfectionism. Does anyone have any knowledge on active and widely used hashtags that fit roughly into this bracket? I'm obvi gonna have a nose at various hashtags feeds but if I can get that question answered without doing loads of trawling I'd be grateful 😁
THANK YOU IN ADVANCE 🌹
#askprimal #asknostr #introductions
The more you attune to the frequency of truth, the more you realise that the truth always feels good.
And the more you learn to discern the difference between
True good
vs
False sense of security good
or temporary hit of validation good
or addictive dopamine fix good
or relief from ducking out on facing something hard but transformative good
The truth is often inconvenient.
Sometimes it is utterly devastating.
But when it is embraced, it's always feels good.
Crystal clear water running through your body good.
#spirituality #truth #unconditionallove #spiritualawakening
WHEN ENEMY PROGRAMMING REALISES IT'S LOSING
One of the last, panicked ways that enemy programming will attempt to keep you out of your zone of genius, is by convincing you that you’ll never be free of it.
One of the final frantic scrambles it will make to get you to disqualify yourself from the kingdom, is to whisper that it will always get you in the end.
That there will always be another way that your mind will manage to trick you.
Because, what happens when you stop flinching?
When you become unwavering?
When you live from a cellular knowing that God is always bigger?
When you decide to rest in the recognition of a grace that exists, infinitely, beyond every single mental wall you could possibly ever hit?
It is game fucking over for everything that ever fed on your fear.
Because every single attempt made to get you to slink back into your small-self box will be met by a nervous system that can surrender into the God-space beyond it.
Every single evil eye will be stared down and snuffed out by a soul that remembers.
Your system will be permanently set to: Not today satan.
I’ve watched people step into this location.
Compulsions evaporating mid-sentence.
Obsessive loops collapsing in on themselves.
Old trauma cycles short-circuiting and literally forgetting how to fire.
Innate brilliance re-enlivening faces that looked haunted.
Abundance flowing into the space that control once gripped shut.
Love overflowing, doors flinging open
and timelines bursting into being
because the recipient finally said yes to the thing that is bigger.
Once grace enters your body,
once it envelops and dissolves every single dividing line
that evil ever attempted to draw
between you and your Source,
there is no more forgetting.
No more taking yourself out at the threshold of your next level.
No more selling yourself short and not giving it your all.
No more settling for scraps.
No more denying yourself the fullness of what is meant for you because your protective mechanisms outweighed the truth.
There is only your divine inheritance.
There is only your innate brilliance.
There is only the love of your life,
the creations of your soul
and you having the absolute time of all of your lifetimes.
There is only God, flowing through your body, uninterrupted and unopposed.
Because you locked in, fully, the truth that is always bigger.
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I'm hosting an event called SURRENDER / CONTROL this Sunday.
Online immersion + recording
Details + book your space via
#spiritualawakening #surrendercontrol #surrender #spiriruality #faith #faithingod #spiritualcoach
Know something:
Your creative calling and spiritual mission is asking you to become so much bigger than you could possibly even begin to conceive of in this moment.
That's why you only have the very next step.
That is why it is all you will ever have.
Your mind would fucking explode into mush if it had an advance forecast of the enormity of your true size and the size of the life that is gonna meet you as you rise.
It's not a place that your mind can go.
And if you don't go anyway?
If you don't go all in on a life where you only ever have the very next step?
Do I need to tell you?
Do you need another lifetime of this?
Do you want another lifetime of this?
Let go of control.
Let go of how you think you'll be perceived.
Let go of who you think you are.
Let go of the future.
Let go of the past.
And take the next step.
#spiritiualmission #introductions #GM #spiritualawakening
She said: “If that happens, I am scared of what my mind is going to do.”
If you could move through the world without a single doubt in your ability to not only be with, but alchemise the hot as fuuccckkk heat of your worst case scenario, how would you be showing up?
How would you be showing up if you weren’t concerned about what your mind would do in the event of x or y?
How would you be showing up if you were no longer preoccupied with constantly managing the constriction in your body, from all of that life force being bottle necked by the grip of your mind?
What would you be creating if you trusted the heat?
If you knew it was taking you deeper and deeper into the mind blowing levels of intimacy, expansion and freedom that you say you want?
I don’t care that you know these things are true intellectually.
The point is that it remains intellectual.
It doesn’t click in the body
because you say:
“I know! I know this!”
And that is the way that your mind,
in self-preservation mode
deflects the truth
and stops the gnosis
from penetrating the heart
and hitting the womb.
That is your mind closing the opening
where you can receive the source code
Where your state of being actually changes
And the penny properly drops:
That your peace
has nothing to do with anything
other than you
and God.
The kind of peace where stuff that used to send you spinning is met, rooted and quiet.
Where emotional debris that used to tear through you, dissolves gently and sometimes even joyfully?!
The kind of peace that becomes a consistent baseline.
Where you finally give yourself over to the current that is transforming you
into a vessel made for endless grace,
every time you get ghosted
or a relationship ruptures
or something doesn’t sell
or an application isn’t accepted
or a proposal doesn’t land
or the boiler explodes
or you crash your car.
Every time you perceive a rejection
every time you’re afraid
every time you put yourself out there
with no guarantee that you’ll be met
every time there’s a curve ball that’s outside of your
c o n t r o l
Peace is yours when you give up the game.
Peace is yours when you quit bargaining with life.
Peace is yours when surrender stops being an idealistic concept
laden with conditions,
and becomes a natural extension
of your agreement to be
u n c o n d i t i o n a l
I'm holding an online immersion this Sunday called s u r r e n d e r / c o n t r o l
I hadn't initially planned to intro my work in here just yet, but if you fancy it - the invite is open.
Details + booking here:
❤️🔥
A few nights ago I dreamt that I entered a kind of portal and once inside it, I felt myself lift up and expand until my sense of form completely melted away. The more deeply I focused, the wider I got and the more absorbed in complete peace - possibly the most profound peace I've ever experienced - I became.
It felt to me to be a kind of astral-level simulator for the experience of returning to source. I don't remember anything before hand, just that I had to complete a few things before I could enter the portal.
And I remember describing it in the dream as "being with the masculine"
I woke up with the same sensation of melting across my body - my womb especially - and it lasted for a time after I got up.
I found some Rose Absolute oil recently that I'd forgotten I had and I've been anointing myself with it before I sleep. The night of the dream was the first night I did it. And every night since my heart and womb have been melting open while I sleep.
I forget how generous she is.
Entities don’t want you to be seen or supported.
The stuff that attaches to your field and siphons off of your energy, does not benefit from you being with people who can see you clearly.
Hiding patterns, second guessing the desire for connection, and avoiding being seen can point to energies that feed on contraction and fear.
I remember my teacher saying something once about the places where we avoid doing spiritual hygiene - the little thoughts that pop in that have you delay it or put it off. She said:
“Who’s benefitting from that thought?”
Are those thoughts your own?
Siphons thrive in isolation.
They hook into that which remains unwitnessed.
They stay alive inside of projection bubbles such as:
“No-one will understand.”
“No-one cares.”
“I can do this on my own.”
“I don’t need support.”
Extractive energies conceal themselves behind the fog of shame, when we avoid being seen because of shame, we provide them with shelter.
Leaning into and through the persuasion of a narrative that keeps you from getting in front of people who can SEE - be it trusted friends and family or supervisors, mentors or coaches - can be transformative in exposing things that have been looping for a long time.
Connection is LIGHT.
Other people’s light illuminating your shadow.
What lives in the shadows cannot survive that light.
And then your energy gets to be YOURS again.
You have to learn to expand downwards before you can expand upwards in a regenerative way.
Perfectionism and hyper-masculinised conditioning robs people of the descent.
And to that end, it robs people of the feminine juice that feeds genuinely uplifting and sustainable success.
At the height of bingeing on spiritual self development and trauma work in an attempt to fix my perceived brokenness, I stopped reading fiction.
Don't ever do that. If you're doing it right now, put the Van Der Kolk down. Put it down.
Read a story.
When I was leaving my gym earlier, which is bang in the centre of a city, there were literally thousands of people walking through, mostly in the opposite direction to me, from a nearby football stadium.
I’d emerged from a swim/steam in a really deep and gorgeous spot, right on the edge of my period, super open and dropped in. And about ten minutes into the walk, I noticed some thoughts start to loop around themselves and get into a bit of knot.
It didn’t take a minute for me to clear myself and my house when I got in. And what I wanna highlight here, is that even though seeing to my spiritual hygiene removed the density, as it should, I was left with the residue of the thing that got hit. And there is incredible wisdom to that.
I wrote recently that the more evil tries to assert itself, the more it ends up exposing itself. And what it also does, is it exposes the unintegrated part in you, that it can hook into.
The thoughts were relating to a particular thing. And there was an opening after that incident where I could call home the fragment harbouring those thought forms. I could really SEE it. Because the attachment that floated out of that crowd revealed it.
And all of this took basically minutes.
Something like this could have knocked me out pretty hard and absolutely has more than a few times before.
It has been pretty crazy to sit with how costly it has been to move through the world not knowing how to deal with everything that is not mine, for such a long time.
Honestly I think that shit alone makes up 80% of the ADHD/OCD symptoms.
I did most of my life in varying states of distress and going to some pretty destructive lengths to dull down the roaring sensations in my body, thinking it was all “mine” - one of my earliest memories is of feeling the despair of a man I passed in a street.
I also cannot fucking emphasise enough how important practicing scrupulous spiritual hygiene is if you’re highly sensitive.
Implementing good practices around that literally burned off so much nonsense in an instant. SO MUCH. And dealing with the stuff you pick up on the street is pretty easy. You are inherently sovereign. You command it and so it is.
And I actually think that many sensitives fuck around for longer than necessary in this respect, because if they practiced good spiritual hygiene, they’d have to own their power and start operating at a higher level, and it is low key easier to slump through the world with all manner of parasites leeching off you, pretending you’re powerless right?
Ask me how I know hahahaha
But my point here above everything, is that nefarious energy has a cool way of mapping back to you what is up for integration. And allowing that process to shape you is incredibly rewarding. It’s not always easy, but after years of fighting with myself, I know how to draw in and cocoon fragmented parts of me in sometimes seconds.
The more you embrace the wisdom of the unfolding, the more everything that once seemed so complex, begins to simplify.
Any other creatives / writers / teachers feel like they are drowning in a sea of bitcoin content? any tips on curation?
I WANNA CONNECT WITH PEOPLE WHO:
Have a spiritual mission.
Are integrating spiritual awakening.
Are drawn to feminine mysteries and womb work.
Are lane switching out of hustle and hyper-masculine ways of doing into an intuitive and regenerative way of being.
Are interested in masculine and feminine energetics and bringing those principles into balance.
See the world multi-dimensionally and wanna hear stories about outer body experiences, travelling across dimensions and dream working.
About me: My mission is to restore the architecture of divine remembrance in all the places where over-achieving, perfectionism and survival took its place. I help people dissolve loops driven by punishment, shame and separation from God. I hold powerful medicine for fear. My gifts are oracular and shamanic. I write constantly and have been writing constantly since I was a kid.
If we're on a wave length, I'd love to connect with you!
#asknostr #introductions
I was camping earlier in the year and on one of the nights, I came face to face with something unsavoury, probably alien, while slipping between waking and sleeping.
Sometimes when I go through the paralysis, my soul doesn’t exit all the way, but I can open my eyes and see the field. What I saw was an ugly, lumpy, ghostly pale being attempting to get to me through my husband.
My first, knee-jerk instinct was to angrily grab it and pull it out, but in doing so I felt a grip around my soul-body tighten. So I let go and just looked at it. Remembering that it couldn’t do anything without my consent or participation.
The being dispersed like smoke. And then, not aware of my body anymore, I find myself in deep space, and I see the outline of my heart. Immediately I put a sheath of golden light around it.
The following months would see me dislodge something hard and metallic placed over the top of my heart space. In its absence, my mind has been able to drop down into my body *consistently* - as a baseline - for the first time basically ever.
The OCD-type mental compulsions have dropped off in a massive way. Which is miraculous, because the root of some of those pathways have existed ever since I can remember.
Last night I had a dream where I heard a voice in my head tell me that my soul could be harmed. (Not possible, but the soul could create a reality where it simulates that if it believes it.)
And I felt the fear penetrate. It is a creeping, constricting feeling in my body that is visceral as fuck even in the dream space, that I have felt many times before. But instead of me becoming engulfed in darkness and the dream space collapsing, I spot it, gather my focus, and set about commanding my space.
I see arms come over my shoulders - that same ghostly pale colour, and lumpy, with long finger nails. But they can’t touch me. I know what it is immediately.
A man comes to my assistance and places his hand over my heart and speaks out commands with me.
And I wake up.
It has been quite a trip to recognise that I have been under intense and unrelenting psychic attack for pretty much my entire life.
And moreover, that more attempts to penetrate my field are gonna happen, the brighter and clearer I get.
The more my mind drops back beyond the obsession and problem solving.
The more I recognise the unfuckwithable nature of my soul.
The more I learn let go of control.
AND, the more sovereign I become, the more I recognise that the attempts that the opposition makes to reassert itself are the ways it EXPOSES itself.
I don’t speak in terms of good vs evil very often but it is useless to pretend that this dichotomy isn’t a part of this reality and that dimensional warfare isn't at the root of a lot of psychic illness.
And my point here, is that the more rooted in the truth that you get, the more you identify with what you actually are, the more evil just gets caught with its trousers down, while scrambling to stay relevant.
I was good friends with a bloke in university, and it would take some years after we’d long lost touch to realise that he was a compulsive liar with some pretty deep set narcissism.
I really don’t love the word because I think it’s thrown around a lot. And also because I think we all have narcissistic tendencies, sometimes more overt that we even realise, and we’d do well to get honest about that instead of calling everyone else one.
But here I am anyway lol
I remember him workshopping a piece in our creative writing class, and it got ripped to bits because it was a short fiction about child abuse, but it was just utterly devoid of any complexity. It was so shallow and strange. I’m almost certain he wasn’t telling his life story although I know some will argue that trauma can breed a kind of detached story telling. It read like the lyrics of a death metal track. Just gratuitously grim for the sake of it. He listened to a lot that music.
That workshop probably should have been a sign.
But I’m reflecting on it now because I made a few close friends during that time who were frequently and flagrantly untruthful and destructively self absorbed.
(I don’t think self absorption is an issue - even healthy - but I do think it can become destructive i.e damagingly narcissistic)
And do you know what was funny?
So was I.
And more specifically, I wasn’t in the house. Just wasn’t there. I related with people who - albeit unconsciously - sensed that their nonsense could go unnoticed with me, because I was so outside of myself. Could barely see a car coming - inches from running me over - because I was so far away from myself most of the time.
(What's funny, is that I have the gift of sight.)
I came to uni at the height of the chronic disassociation that would lead to a break down at the end of it.
Unsurprisingly, post mental break, those friendships fell away, very quickly. Almost all in one go. It was like I’d come out of a really deep fog, one that I knew even then was eventually gonna kill me if I didn’t shift.
I’m pondering it because I’m pondering this way that we can carry the exact kind of velcro that hooks into other people’s.
Cultivating presence - the kind of presence that is so clear and quiet it transforms everything it touches - is how you become velcro-less. Because when you see that clearly, nothing gets past you, and deception knows when it won’t get away with it.
I chose not to see for a while because I didn’t have the emotional capacity or maturity to hold the truth. And when you see the truth, there are places where you are also gonna need to start telling it.
It’s funny that my core gift is sight and also it is brilliant. I had the exact initiation around it that I was supposed to have.
“Peak performance” is experiencing life as it is.
You don’t need a nootropic supplement cocktail or to flood your system with psychedelics every other month. You don’t need a coach or a mentor and I am saying that as someone who is a mentor lol
You just need to accept that behind the layers upon layers of filters that you have been fashioning and donning since childhood, is a presence so clear, that when it is allowed to shine through without any resistance, the entire body-mind-soul system moves into a state of balance.
Recognise that this exists. That it is literally always there. That it is literally what you are, at all times and in all moments.
And if the supplements, psychedelics and human support systems genuinely assist you in forming an unshakeable connection with that recognition, if they help expand your capacity to BE in that no-filter state, lush. Crack on.
Your best innovations live in the unfiltered moment.
Your genius lives in the unfiltered moment.
The answers to your health and healing live in the unfiltered moment.
Your highest timeline is the unfiltered moment.
#spirituality #presence #consciousness #spiritualawakening #thepresentmoment