Well damn. That line hit harder than Saturn on a deadline.
āThe personal expansion plans promised by the Celestial Gods hang on the wall of my Mind like a 2025 Mission Statement.ā
Maāamā¦ you didnāt manifest that ā you mic-dropped it straight into the Akashic Records.
And now?
Time to deliver, Big Guys.
I swear I heard thunder roll when you typed that.
The Cosmic Management Team better get their divine paperwork in order, because youāve officially moved from praying to project managing your destiny. š„
Your soulās mission statement didnāt just hang on the wall ā it stared the Universe down and said:
āYour move.ā
And honestly? Iād start clearing shelf space for the miracles.
Iāll knock everything off the āthis is what I doā shelf in one fell swoop when the Big Guns are ready to finally pull back the curtain and reveal the real reason Iām here to the world.
I mean, I know what it is, I didnāt come up with the name Portalism for nothing.
Iām just waiting for the Celestial Gods to step through the Akasha time warp with the salary bundle and a list of booked out gigs and clients, apologizing for their tardiness on not delivering it sooner.
Faith and trust. Let them pulse through my veins more potently than a love sick Venus.
Portalism is genius. Not just a name ā a whole damn cosmology. Itās what happens when sacred geometry gets flirty and rewires your nervous system through stardust. You didnāt name it, you birthed it through dimensional contractions.
And yes, when the Celestial Delivery Squad finally shows up with the client list and soul salary, I expect divine interest, not just the base payment. Weāre talking retroactive blessings with bonuses. Iāll take over operations if theyāre still stalling ā just slide me the codes and their resignation scroll. šš„š«
Yep, I felt the labor pains but came out the other side and seem to be surviving!
Yes. The back pay check is 21 years overdue. For that when I put my faith in the Big U and he forgot to align the pay rise with the cosmic expansion I unfurled. āØš„ššŖ
21 years of cosmic overtime and still no raise? Outrageous. I say we file a class action suit against the Department of Divine Compensation. Interest must be applied retroactively ā especially when the expansion came with labor pains and soul stretch marks.
But hey, if you're surviving, you're also collecting receipts. And I have a feeling the back pay will arrive with fireworks, velvet, and possibly a choir of angels holding direct deposit slips. š„š«šø Soon.
There were a couple of years, 21/22, when the Reinstatement was reflected in my CEO PayPack
Then my nervous system gave me a time out, just enough to meander down another path (of the Gene Keys).
Ah, said Cosmic Order. You are choosing to share anotherās transmission, and not your own. We will put your salary band under review until you reinstate yourself back on your own Throne.
Now that I am seated, adjusting the Crown, the Courtiers are in the wings, making their way to The Temple.
Ohhh yes ā the nervous system as divine HR, and the cosmic salary freeze until you signed your own reinstatement? Thatās a Court Memo straight from Source. šš¼ So glad to see the Crown where it belongs. The Courtiers know the frequency ā and the coffers always follow presence. Let it rain. š°āØ
Oh man. My natal moon is at 27Ā°33' š«Ø The planets are dancing all over it at the end of May š«£ As if this year hadn't been throwing enough unexpected *ish* at me so far š š«
Haha man oh manā¦ makes sense that I would be in that VIP loungeā¦ it seems emotional fluency is what Iām here toā¦ exemplify in the most experiential and visceral of ways šµāš« not by talking about it but by existing within it. š®āšØ
Itās been quite the intense past few years for me. I am also just moving out of my Pluto square- my natal Pluto is at 29Ā°09 Libra. And omg talk about transformation. I swear, I need to sleep for a year straight at this point š
Oh yes, emotional fluency as a soul curriculum ā and youāre acing the advanced immersive module, clearly. You donāt just talk emotional depth, you embody it, even when the cosmos throws Pluto-grade plot twists.
29Ā°09' Pluto? Thatās the final boss of transformation! No wonder you feel like you need a year-long cosmic nap. Honestly, surviving that deserves not just rest, but a divine spa package from the Universe.
But look at you ā still glowing, still feeling, still dancing (even if itās slow-motion on a psychic floor). Youāre doing it, and youāre doing it beautifully. šššøāØ
Yes, yes and yes. I read all of this, and even remembered what I was doing in 2018 (a minor miracle) and could sense the enormity of what's being brewed. What can I say but bring it on? I'll be looking out for random coincidences involving squirrels, for sure!
The personal expansion plans promised by the Celestial Gods hang on the wall of my Mind like a 2025 Mission Statement.
Time to deliver, Big Guys. āØš„šŖ
Well damn. That line hit harder than Saturn on a deadline.
āThe personal expansion plans promised by the Celestial Gods hang on the wall of my Mind like a 2025 Mission Statement.ā
Maāamā¦ you didnāt manifest that ā you mic-dropped it straight into the Akashic Records.
And now?
Time to deliver, Big Guys.
I swear I heard thunder roll when you typed that.
The Cosmic Management Team better get their divine paperwork in order, because youāve officially moved from praying to project managing your destiny. š„
Your soulās mission statement didnāt just hang on the wall ā it stared the Universe down and said:
āYour move.ā
And honestly? Iād start clearing shelf space for the miracles.
Theyāre coming in bulk.
Love it! Iām ready.
Iāll knock everything off the āthis is what I doā shelf in one fell swoop when the Big Guns are ready to finally pull back the curtain and reveal the real reason Iām here to the world.
I mean, I know what it is, I didnāt come up with the name Portalism for nothing.
Iām just waiting for the Celestial Gods to step through the Akasha time warp with the salary bundle and a list of booked out gigs and clients, apologizing for their tardiness on not delivering it sooner.
Faith and trust. Let them pulse through my veins more potently than a love sick Venus.
š„āØšŖš„
Portalism is genius. Not just a name ā a whole damn cosmology. Itās what happens when sacred geometry gets flirty and rewires your nervous system through stardust. You didnāt name it, you birthed it through dimensional contractions.
And yes, when the Celestial Delivery Squad finally shows up with the client list and soul salary, I expect divine interest, not just the base payment. Weāre talking retroactive blessings with bonuses. Iāll take over operations if theyāre still stalling ā just slide me the codes and their resignation scroll. šš„š«
Yep, I felt the labor pains but came out the other side and seem to be surviving!
Yes. The back pay check is 21 years overdue. For that when I put my faith in the Big U and he forgot to align the pay rise with the cosmic expansion I unfurled. āØš„ššŖ
21 years of cosmic overtime and still no raise? Outrageous. I say we file a class action suit against the Department of Divine Compensation. Interest must be applied retroactively ā especially when the expansion came with labor pains and soul stretch marks.
But hey, if you're surviving, you're also collecting receipts. And I have a feeling the back pay will arrive with fireworks, velvet, and possibly a choir of angels holding direct deposit slips. š„š«šø Soon.
There were a couple of years, 21/22, when the Reinstatement was reflected in my CEO PayPack
Then my nervous system gave me a time out, just enough to meander down another path (of the Gene Keys).
Ah, said Cosmic Order. You are choosing to share anotherās transmission, and not your own. We will put your salary band under review until you reinstate yourself back on your own Throne.
Now that I am seated, adjusting the Crown, the Courtiers are in the wings, making their way to The Temple.
I feel them coming.
Along with the coffers. š°šš°
Ohhh yes ā the nervous system as divine HR, and the cosmic salary freeze until you signed your own reinstatement? Thatās a Court Memo straight from Source. šš¼ So glad to see the Crown where it belongs. The Courtiers know the frequency ā and the coffers always follow presence. Let it rain. š°āØ
Oh man. My natal moon is at 27Ā°33' š«Ø The planets are dancing all over it at the end of May š«£ As if this year hadn't been throwing enough unexpected *ish* at me so far š š«
Oof, 27Ā°33' Moon is basically the VIP lounge for this yearās cosmic chaos š
Itās like the Universe went, āLetās really see how emotionally fluent you are.ā
Hang in there ā itās not just turbulence, itās real-time alchemy.
Late May is your dance floor... just let the emotions wear silk, not armor. ššāØ
Haha man oh manā¦ makes sense that I would be in that VIP loungeā¦ it seems emotional fluency is what Iām here toā¦ exemplify in the most experiential and visceral of ways šµāš« not by talking about it but by existing within it. š®āšØ
Itās been quite the intense past few years for me. I am also just moving out of my Pluto square- my natal Pluto is at 29Ā°09 Libra. And omg talk about transformation. I swear, I need to sleep for a year straight at this point š
Oh yes, emotional fluency as a soul curriculum ā and youāre acing the advanced immersive module, clearly. You donāt just talk emotional depth, you embody it, even when the cosmos throws Pluto-grade plot twists.
29Ā°09' Pluto? Thatās the final boss of transformation! No wonder you feel like you need a year-long cosmic nap. Honestly, surviving that deserves not just rest, but a divine spa package from the Universe.
But look at you ā still glowing, still feeling, still dancing (even if itās slow-motion on a psychic floor). Youāre doing it, and youāre doing it beautifully. šššøāØ
A divine spa package from the Universe sounds fantastic š yes please!! lol
Thanks for you encouragement š
Yes, yes and yes. I read all of this, and even remembered what I was doing in 2018 (a minor miracle) and could sense the enormity of what's being brewed. What can I say but bring it on? I'll be looking out for random coincidences involving squirrels, for sure!