If I've ever helped any of you or been of use to you, could you post something about it here?

You laugh and clown the things our ancestors used to do, but those ancestors are literally you. Damn, they’ve done a lot of dirty work on us. Maybe that memory wipe before we incarnate here is needed, because imagine remembering everything. That would probably be even worse.

The moon is so beautiful right now. I always have talks with her.

Funny how the same people who made you the punchline go quiet when your life starts proving them wrong. These people used to sit together laughing, gossiping, calling you weird, broke, delusional, whatever made them feel better at the time. Now you walk into the room and suddenly nobody’s got jokes. Nah, carry on then. I thought I was hilarious. Where’s all that energy gone? I swear most high universe what ever the fuck has a wicked sense of humour because there were conversations about you that you never even heard. Whole little meetings dedicated to your downfall, meanwhile you’re somewhere minding your business wondering why certain people move funny around you. And instead of dragging you into every room to defend your name, Most high just kept working on your life. That’s the part that kills them. Because now they can see it. The growth. The doors opening. The confidence. The person they called a joke slowly becoming everything they swore you never would. And some of them secretly admire the fuck out of you now. They study you harder than the people who openly support you, but they can’t give you credit because they’ve already talked too much shit. Imagine having to go back to everybody you gossiped with and say, “Yeah... remember all that stuff I said about them? Turns out I was completely fucking wrong” Their ego would rather chew glass. So they’ll watch quietly. Maybe copy a few things. Maybe ask somebody else about you. Maybe pretend they don’t care while somehow knowing every move you make. That’s fine. You don’t need the apology. Sometimes Most High lets the same mouths that laughed at you go silent just so you can hear how loud your life became.

Women must see some wild shit in their DMs because half these men turn into unpaid salesmen the second they find somebody attractive. Paragraphs, begging, triple texting. Fam, stand up.

You ever notice the more authentic you become, the more beef you somehow collect? People start calling you difficult, arrogant, problematic, all sorts. Half the time you ain’t even done shit, you just stopped performing for people. That’s what rattles them. You don’t laugh because everybody else laughed. You don’t suddenly love somebody because they’ve got followers, money or a name. You don’t change your whole fucking personality depending on who just walked into the room. If I fuck with you, I fuck with you. If I don’t, I’ll still respect you, but I’m not gonna stand there grinning in your face pretending we’re best mates. Fuck all that. And without even trying, you start exposing people. You don’t have to call anybody fake. You don’t have to make some big speech. Just being comfortable in your own skin makes certain people twitch because they’ve spent years learning which mask to wear around which crowd. That’s why fake circles survive on little silent deals. I cover your bullshit, you cover mine. I pretend I like you, you pretend you like me. Everybody knows everybody’s chatting shit and somehow nobody says it because keeping the little social club together matters more than being real. Then somebody authentic walks in and fucks the whole rhythm up. So yeah, sometimes the person who seems to have “beef with everybody” ain’t out here hunting problems. They just refuse to bend themselves into some fake little character to keep everybody comfortable. Being liked by everybody costs something. Usually yourself.

Cover your mirrors and TVs before you go to sleep. Very important, especially if your chakras are out of whack, or even more so when you’re under the weather or feeling vulnerable. 🫶

If you’re married to an Aquarius, got an Aquarius child, or you’re an Aquarius yourself… Ain’t you lot lucky to be here for the Age of Aquarius. That’s all I’m saying. 🍀

A man cannot reach his peak without the right woman by his side.

I’ve had more love from strangers than people who knew my whole story. That one still makes me laugh.

Every time I ignored my gut, life charged me interest.

I don’t need revenge, watching people live with the choices they made is enough.

Look. This person has been sitting back watching, waiting, thinking they had more time with you. Seven of Disks energy. They thought you’d still be there while they figured themselves out, while they dragged their feet, while they gave you crumbs and expected you to keep watering the fucking connection. Then Tower. Something hit them. Hard. I’m talking about the kind of realisation that ruins the whole story they were telling themselves. They’re seeing now that you actually can leave, you actually can detach, and once you stop pouring into them that Five of Disks hits different. Now they feel the absence. Now it’s cold. And I’m telling you, Magus energy is here heavy. This person wants to say something. They’re thinking about what they could say, how they could come back in, how they could get your attention again. Ace of Disks says if they do come back, they know words ain’t gonna be enough this time. They’d have to bring something real. But the Hanged Man says you’re not looking at them the same anymore. That’s the problem. You’ve had too much time to sit with the truth. Ten of Swords already happened. Something in you died with that ending, fam. The version of you that would’ve kept bleeding for this person, waiting, hoping, making excuses for them, that version is gone. Then 8 of Cups. You’re walking. That’s what they never prepared for. Because while they’re still trying to work out how to fix what they broke, Ace of Wands says your fire is coming back. New energy. New desire. New life. You’re starting to feel like yourself again and they can fucking feel that shift. And I need somebody to hear me when I say this, you were the Empress in this situation. Flip the gender if you need to, there’s no gender on energy. You were the one bringing the love, the softness, the protection, the light, the shit they probably didn’t even know how much they needed until it disappeared. Now they know. That’s where the regret comes in. Nine of Swords energy. Ten of Swords energy. Replaying shit. Thinking about what they should’ve done differently. Wondering why they didn’t value it when it was sitting right in front of them. And meanwhile you’re moving into Six of Wands energy You’re gonna shine in front of people who watched you get dragged through the fucking mud. People who thought you’d stay broken get to watch you stand back up properly. Then Ten of Cups. Ten of Disk Peace. Love. Stability. Something that actually feels safe. Something that doesn’t make you question yourself every fucking night. And then Knight of Swords comes flying in Sudden message. Sudden movement. Somebody getting nervous because they finally realise time ain’t on their side anymore. Funny thing is, they had all the time in the world when you were standing there. Now you’re leaving and suddenly they’ve got paragraphs. Too late, fam. BEST IS YET TO COME! for someone 🫶

Repeat after me. All my needs are met. I live in abundance. I live in prosperity. All is well. Things are working out for me, even when I can’t see how yet. Watch what you keep feeding your own mind, fam. Say something to yourself long enough and eventually you start moving like you believe it. Your decisions change. What you notice changes. What you tolerate changes. Then people wonder why their whole life starts looking different. God, the Most High, Source, the Universe, whatever name you subscribe to, gave you free will for a fucking reason. I believe we create far more of our reality than most people realise. Your mood matters. Your state matters. Your frequency matters. Walk around expecting misery and you’ll find misery hiding in every corner. Start carrying yourself like life can actually work in your favour and suddenly you notice doors you used to walk straight past. So stop waking up every day rehearsing the life you don’t want. Feed your mind better. Feel it first. Then move like it’s already yours.

Funny how it’s always “you’re doing too much”, “that’s a conspiracy”, “you’re delusional”, “that’s not how it works” when you’re trying to warn them. Then life chews them up a bit, slaps the arrogance out of them, and suddenly the same ones are creeping into your DMs like, “bro, can I ask you something?” Some people don’t want the truth until consequences force-feed it to them. By then, fuck explaining it twice.

You’re gonna make money from something people around you once laughed at. Remember their faces. Don’t remember their opinions.

The spiritual issue with masturbation goes way deeper than people wanna admit. Taoism talks about Jing, your sexual essence, your vitality. Every ejaculation spends some of it, and masturbation is basically the dumbest trade going because what exactly did you get back? No woman. No union. No exchange. No alchemy. You sat there, dumped the energy and got five seconds of relief. Pure loss. Tantra says retention has a purpose. Sexual energy can be used inside sacred union, but constantly spilling it into nothing is a leak. Hindu traditions come at it through Brahmacharya and ojas, learning not to be dragged around by every urge your body throws at you. Different language, same fucking issue. Hermetic thought gets even simpler. The act itself ain’t some magical evil curse, but if you can’t control yourself, your will gets weaker. And your will is your power. If one urge can make you fold every night, what exactly are you mastering? Buddhism warns about sensual craving because feeding desire doesn’t finish desire. It teaches it to come back hungry. The Law of One looks at sexual energy as a catalyst, but masturbation turns that energy back into yourself. Closed loop. No real exchange, no polarity, no service, just you feeding the urge again. Then you get Gnostic thinking, where the body and its appetites can become another trap for consciousness. Feed every impulse long enough and eventually you’re not using the body anymore, the body is using you. So take whatever the fuck you want from it, fam. Taoism, Tantra, Hermeticism, Buddhism, Hinduism, Gnostic thought, different roads but you keep running into the same warning. Stop being a slave to the urge. And for you religious lot, come on now 😂 you really think Jesus is looking down like, “GO ON SON, waste your seed again, proud of you” Behave fam

Anytime somebody criticises you, before you get worked up and start taking that shit personally, look at the fucking source first. Seriously. Would you want their life? Their mindset? Their habits? Their results? Would you wake up tomorrow and happily swap places with them? If the answer is fuck no, why are you letting their opinion sit in your head rent free? That’s why hate comments make me laugh now. Sometimes I read one, look at who it came from and I’m like... ahhhh, there we go 😂 Mystery solved. Somebody ain’t doing shit with themselves, but somehow they’ve found the time to write a full review on somebody else’s life. And it gets even funnier when you’re actually putting yourself out there. Showing people what you do, speaking your truth, sharing what you’ve learnt, helping people, building something, creating shit, talking about the things you actually care about. You’re taking the risk of being seen while somebody else is sat safely on the sidelines picking holes in it. That’s always made me laugh. People who ain’t making moves love telling people making moves that they’re moving wrong. Bro, move somewhere first. I’ve seen that shit my whole life. The person actually trying something gets laughed at by the person trying nothing. The person speaking gets judged by the person scared to say anything. The person building gets criticised by somebody who hasn’t even laid the first brick. Then when it works, suddenly everybody goes quiet. And yeah, if people are talking, hating, judging, picking at everything you do while you’re out here actually putting yourself on the line, sometimes that’s a pretty good sign you’re doing something right. You made them react. Something about your movement disturbed somebody who was comfortable standing still. I’m not saying ignore every bit of criticism either. If it comes from somebody you respect, somebody who’s actually done something, somebody whose mind or results you rate, listen. There might be gold in it. But some random miserable fuck trying to drag you down because seeing you move reminds them they’re still in the same place? Fam, come on. People who are genuinely happy with themselves usually ain’t spending their whole day watching strangers, gossiping about them, judging them, comparing themselves, waiting for somebody to slip. They’ve got their own life going on. So before you let somebody’s words piss you off, check the source. Sometimes it’s criticism. Sometimes it’s just bitterness wearing a mouth. Know the difference.

I genuinely believe we’re in a simulation, some kind of matrix, and one of the wildest parts is most people don’t realise they’re helping choose the mode they experience it through. Easy. Hard. Fucking nightmare mode. A lot of that starts in your own head, fam. If you wake up every day expecting everything to be hard, everybody to fuck you over, nothing to work, life to be against you, you’re gonna move through the game looking for proof of exactly that. You’ll notice the walls before the doors. You’ll hesitate when something good appears. You’ll carry that belief into every choice without even realising it. Then you’ll call it reality. Nah. Change the way you’re reading the game and you start playing it differently. If your core belief is that life can actually be good, opportunities can find you, people can surprise you, shit can work out, your whole way of moving changes. You see things you would’ve ignored before. You take chances you would’ve talked yourself out of. You stop feeding every bad outcome before it even happens. That’s why I say you get to create, fam. Your thoughts become beliefs. Your beliefs affect what you notice. What you notice affects how you move. And how you move changes the experience you keep creating around yourself. Same matrix. Different mode. Some people are running around on hard mode because they’ve convinced themselves suffering is the default setting. Couldn’t be me. Choose your mode carefully, fam.

You’re going to have the last laugh in this situation. I’m talking to somebody.

If someone comes into your life and they’re treating you with genuine kindness, genuine love, they’re generous with you, they’re giving you good energy for no reason other than that’s just who they are, act accordingly, fam. Seriously. Don’t get so used to somebody being good to you that you start thinking you can take the piss out of them. Reciprocate that shit. Give love back. Give respect back. Give loyalty back. Because every now and then I believe an angel gets sent into your experience, and they’re never gonna walk in looking like some fucking angel either. They’ll just look like the nice one. The one who keeps showing up. The one who gives without trying to take something from you every five minutes. The one who genuinely wants to see you good. And this is where people fuck it up They start thinking kindness means weakness. They start taking more. Pushing boundaries. Trying to get one over on them. Hurting them because they think this person will always forgive it, always come back, always be there. Nah. Keep doing that and eventually that angel will call judgement. And when judgement gets called, don’t expect some big dramatic warning either. Sometimes they just disappear from your experience. Quickly. Unexpectedly. One minute you had that energy around you, next minute it’s gone. And I’m telling you now, that’s when shit can get very fucking dark. You’ll start wondering why everything feels off. Why things aren’t flowing the same. Why the peace disappeared. Why it feels like the sky, the ground, even the fucking air around you is working against you. That’s why I always say, be careful how you treat genuinely good people. Sometimes the person you thought was easy to take advantage of was actually the test walking into your life. You thought you were seeing how much you could get away with. Nah fam, the real test was whether you could recognise good energy when it stood right in front of you and act accordingly. And they’re always hidden in plain sight. Usually as the nice one. Never take kindness for weakness. Sometimes the person was the test. Act accordingly, fam. I fucking love you FamILY