Shit Stack

The Stretch of Self-Abandonment (An Essay)

You can feel when you leave yourself for another.

And when they leave themself for you.

The tainted stretch of self-abandonment is palpable.

It feels sticky and icky and gross and not right.

If the energy was a visual, you’d see how unnatural and misshapen it looks.

How unattractive it is.

And how messy and distorted things become when one chooses not to remain in their power.

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Dissatisfaction Comes From This (An Essay)

Dissatisfaction comes from not playing your game at the level you’re here to play with the people you’re here to play with.

It’s your cue that you’re hanging out on a grid that can’t possibly hit your spot.

Because it’s not meant to.

Shrinking and denying who you are and refusing to go where you’re being led should feel uncomfortable and squishy as fuck because it’s not the natural order and it’s not befitting of you.

You’re meant to feel the frustration and restriction of choosing something that’s not even close to what you’re capable of enjoying and creating right now.

So jump.

And keep jumping.

No need to stay stuck in the mud.

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Bypassing Clutter (An Essay)

Bypassing does exist.

If there’s clutter.

But when there isn’t, it’s energetically impossible to carry the weight of the past or of a particular experience from one moment to the next.

There’s nothing for it to attach itself to.

No stories to make it mean something.

No addiction to pain and suffering.

No delusion of being a victim.

No need to run and hide.

Clutter simply cannot exist in the void.

There’s no accumulation.

The channel is clean.

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