Revival. Renewal. Revolution.

As Please No Bullsh*t turns THREE YEARS OLD(wow wow wow)I am supremely grateful to have an online space to document my life… It is personal, hence why I’m gone for months at times. It takes time to change your own life, and it isn’t easy, at all. But it is beautifully challenging. And painfully clear, I do not suffer from depression… I am living in a country that functions as a depressive space for people like myself. Do I have anxiety, or do I live in an environment that constantly puts me in an anxious state— the question is rhetorical.

So, no bullshit… I’m going to change the space. Change my environment. Not soul seeking or searching— I know exactly who I am, and who I want to be. The opposite of lost; and I don’t think there is a such thing when above all else, I am divinely guided.

I crave my own physical space, and know that it absolutely exists, without knowing where it is exactly… yet. It feels expensive, with no expense to me or anyone else. This space that I am cultivating is very much like this blog… and the space in this world that I demand. Pride month, we celebrate in spite of a country stained with fascism, bigotry at its origin. I cannot— I will not wait for bigots to “wake up” and realize these laws AFFECT US ALL and this chokehold individualism, capitalism has… I will not wait to be strangled to death.

No doubt, these are signs that I’m supposed to be investing in starting something new. And maybe that is why I’ve been called to birth-work… Called to take care of the future, just as my ancestors continue to care for me. Because I am the future, too. One day I’ll be an ancestor, too. Sometimes it’s daunting to think about becoming an ancestor, but my people are always present. Always looking out, always guiding, always gifting— when I take the time to truly meditate and listen.

This month will make another year of speaking real. Filled with so much opportunity, growth, and abundance that have all been both prayed for and prayed over. I see it in myself. I chose me; I choose me, I choose the future. I need a world where BIPOC, Queer, all people that are oppressed can [escape] and enjoy life outside of oppressive systems. Not just surviving but thriving. Apparently it’s a tall order— that I may not see in this lifetime, but if I can live it and help others, I am successful. If I’ve inspired someone else, I am already successful.

I have plans to manifest, goals to work towards, a community to support, a new world to [help] build, abundance to receive. What is owed to me, is what is/was owed to my ancestors. Am I their wildest dreams? We dream of each other… If they live through me, then I know I have work to do.

Ase. 💗