When Your Instinct Is Actually Just Your Trauma in a Vision Board
How to tell if that burning impulse is your soul calling, or just your wound screaming for proof you matter đ â¨đĽ
What if what youâre calling instinct is actually just your nervous system doing interpretive dance while screaming âVALIDATE ME DADDYâ into the void? Yeah. Sit with that for a second. đŤ
Because hereâs the thing nobody tells you about âfollowing your gutâ: sometimes your gut is a LIAR. A beautiful, convincing, Oscar-worthy liar who learned all her tricks from your childhood trauma and now cosplays as intuition at spiritual retreats.
You think youâre being âauthenticâ and âtrusting your inner guidanceâ when really? Youâre just letting your unhealed shit drive the car while your soul is duct-taped in the trunk screaming through a gag.
So you text him at 2 AM because you âneed closure.â đąYou say yes to the job that makes your stomach feel like it swallowed a bag of angry bees. đ You book the flight because sitting still feels like death by a thousand Pinterest quotes. You post the thing, send the message, make the move⌠all while your ego is doing backflips going âSEE? IâM EVOLVED! IâM TAKING ACTION! IâM MANIFESTING!â
But babe. Is that really your soul talking? Or is that just Brenda, your inner people-pleasing gremlin whoâs been running the show since you were seven and learned that being âgoodâ kept you safe? đš
đ The Anatomy of the Lie (Or: Your Body Is Snitching On You)
Letâs get anatomical for a second, because your body isnât some vague mystical hot tub where feelings just vibe. Itâs a precision instrument. A biological lie detector. A walking, talking GPS thatâs been trying to route you back to truth while you keep hitting âignoreâ because the destination looks scary.
And if you donât know how to read the signals? Youâre gonna keep mistaking fire alarms for dinner bells, babe. đĽđ˝ď¸
Real impulse: the kind that comes from your Essence Seal frequency (aka your soulâs operating system, the cosmic source code, the thing that was YOU before the world told you who to be), lives in TWO very specific places:
1. Your womb space / lower belly (the ovaries/testes zone) đ
This is your Impulse Core. The energetic womb where worlds are born. Not just babies (though yes, also babies if thatâs your vibe), but IDEAS. MOVEMENTS. BUSINESSES. ENTIRE NEW VERSIONS OF YOUR LIFE. When impulse rises from here, itâs quiet. Grounded. It doesnât need a TED talk or a six-slide Instagram carousel to justify itself. It just... IS.
Itâs lioness energy. She doesnât roar before she hunts. She doesnât post âAbout to go get dinner! đŚâ¨ #blessed #abundancemindsetâ on the savanna. She just moves. And the gazelles donât even see her coming.
2. Your heart center đ
Not the Hallmark card version. Not the âLove & Light tribeâ version that smells like patchouli and avoidance. Iâm talking about the Emissive Core. The energetic Sun in your chest. The place where your soul speaks in frequencies, not words.
When your heart KNOWS something, it doesnât send you a memo. It doesnât schedule a meeting. It just... hums. Like a tuning fork that found its match. A recognition so deep it bypasses your entire mental filing system. This is where intuition actually lives, not as a thought you can think your way into, but as a frequency you either match or you donât.
But hereâs where shit gets TRICKY. đ
3. Your throat đŁď¸
When the impulse is screaming from your throat like a Kardashian at Fashion Week? Thatâs not truth, babe. Thatâs Phantom Drive. Thatâs the saboteur. The compensator. The part of you that learned to perform, prove, explain, defend, and generally audition for love like your life depends on it (because once upon a time, it kinda did).
This is the voice that says: âIf I donât act RIGHT NOW, Iâll be forgotten.â; âIf I donât send this message, theyâll think I donât care.â; âIf I donât say yes, theyâll know Iâm a fraud.â; âIf I donât fix this, Iâm not enough.â
And because itâs URGENT, you think itâs IMPORTANT. But urgency isnât the same as truth, angel. Truth is patient. It can wait. Itâs been waiting your whole life.
Panic? Panic is the drunk girl at the bar at 1:45 AM going âWE NEED TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW OR WEâLL MISS LAST CALLâ when really she just doesnât want to be alone with herself. đ¸
đ The Six Traps (Or: How Your Ego Catfished You)
Letâs get specific. Because I KNOW youâre reading this like âOkay but how do I ACTUALLY know?â Here are the six traps literally EVERYONE falls into, and how your body has been texting you the answers this whole time but youâve been leaving it on read. đľ
TRAP #1: The Confusion Trap
âWait... is this my soul or is this just my childhood abandonment wound in a vision board?â đ¨
You feel a pull. A surge. An oh-my-god-I-NEED-to-do-this energy.
But you canât tell if itâs:
⨠Your SOUL saying YES THIS IS THE WAY
or
đą Your WOUND saying PLEASE VALIDATE ME IâM DYING
Body clue:
Impulse from Core = steady warmth in your belly, calm KNOWING in your chest, zero need to explain it to anyone
Phantom Drive = throat on FIRE, heart racing like you just did a line of espresso, brain spinning like a centrifuge
Real life example: You wanna text your ex because you âjust need closure.â đ
Your throat is literally BURNING like you swallowed a jalapeĂąo wrapped in regret. But your belly? Silent as a monk in meditation. Thatâs not closure, babe. Thatâs your inner child throwing a tantrum because someone took away her binky and now she wants to send a 47-part thesis on âhealthy communicationâ at 3 AM to prove sheâs FINE.
Spoiler: Sheâs not fine. Sheâs FERAL. And sheâs got your phone. đąđĽ
TRAP #2: The Paralysis Trap
âIâve literally consulted three therapists, two astrologers, my tarot deck, AND a psychic on Etsy and I STILL donât know what to doâ đŽ
Youâve made pros-and-cons lists. Youâve journaled until your hand cramped. Youâve pulled so many tarot cards your deck is starting to ghost you. Youâve asked your therapist, your best friend, your mom, that one girl from yoga who always knows what Mercury is doing. And youâre STILL. STUCK. đި
Thatâs because youâre trying to THINK your way into a FEELING, babe. And thatâs like trying to eat soup with a fork. Technically possible but like... why are you doing this to yourself?
Body clue: Real impulse doesnât need a committee meeting. It doesnât send out a Google Form survey. It rises from your Impulse Core and your body just KNOWS. No debate. No pros-and-cons list. No âbut what if...â Itâs just: This. Now. Go.
Real life example: You said yes to the coffee date because you didnât want to seem âcoldâ or âunavailableâ or whatever bullshit self-help book told you that boundaries make you a bad person. đ¤ Your belly said NO louder than a toddler refusing vegetables. But your throat said, âBut what will they think of me?â
So you went. And it was EXHAUSTING. You knew before you even sat down. You could FEEL it in your bones. But you performed âinterestedâ for 90 minutes because god forbid someone think youâre not a ray of fucking sunshine. âď¸đ
TRAP #3: The Good Girl Trap
âIf Iâm balanced and harmonious, no one will be mad at me and I can finally relax!â đ
You think harmony means being quiet. Flexible. Agreeable. Not rocking the boat. Not taking up too much space. Not being âtoo much.â Youâve turned yourself into spiritual Jell-O, just wobbling around trying not to disturb anyoneâs peace while your soul is in the back doing parkour off the walls screaming âCAN WE LIVE NOW?!â
But hereâs the thing: True alignment isnât about keeping the peace. Itâs about moving from your CENTER, even if it creates motherfucking WAVES. đ
Body clue: When youâre suppressing your truth to âkeep everyone comfortable,â youâll feel it as:
Jaw tension (like youâre clenching pearls you donât even own)
Holding your breath (like youâre underwater and forgot you can surface)
A dull ache in your solar plexus (like someoneâs sitting on your power center eating chips)
Thatâs not harmony, angel. Thatâs self-abandonment with a vision board. â¨đŽ
TRAP #4: The Disembodiment Trap
âI want to listen to my body but honestly itâs just giving me static and vibes that could mean ANYTHINGâ đť
You WANT to tune into your inner knowing. You really do! Youâve bought the crystals, downloaded the meditation app, you even tried that weird breathwork thing where you ugly-cried for 20 minutes. But when you actually try to âfeel intoâ something? Itâs just... noise. Chaos. A haunted house of sensations that could mean âdeep truthâ or âI ate dairy and my body hates me.â
Thatâs because youâve spent YEARS overriding your bodyâs signals in favor of what you SHOULD feel. Your bodyâs been sending you texts for DECADES and youâve been like âlol read 3:47 PMâ and then wondering why it stopped trying. đąđť
Body clue: Start SMALLER. Donât ask your body massive existential questions like âWhat is my life purpose?â when you canât even answer âDo I actually want this coffee or am I just caffeinating my anxiety?â â
The body speaks in sensations, not sentences. Itâs not gonna send you a voice memo like âHey girl! Just wanted to let you know this relationship is toxic! K bye!â
Itâs gonna give you:
A pit in your stomach
Tension in your shoulders
A weird feeling you canât name but itâs THERE
Real life example: Do you actually want to see your family for the holidays, or do you just not want to deal with the guilt of saying no? đPause. Close your eyes. Ask your BODY (not your brain, not your people-pleasing autopilot, your BODY):
âDo I want to go?â
If your belly relaxes = yes
If your belly clenches = no
If your throat starts composing speeches about why you âshouldâ = thatâs not your body, thatâs Brenda the gremlin again đš
TRAP #5: The People-Pleasing Trap
âIâll just do what makes everyone else comfortable and then maybe Iâll get to exist!â đ
Youâve been so well-trained to choose whatâs acceptable over whatâs TRUE that you donât even know what YOU want anymore. You move at other peopleâs tempo. You shape-shift into whatever keeps you safe. Youâre a spiritual chameleon whoâs so good at blending in, youâve forgotten what color you actually ARE. đŚYou think youâre being âconsiderateâ or âflexibleâ or âevolved.â But really? Youâre fracturing your energetic integrity one âsure, whatever you want!â at a time.
Body clue: After you say yes to something you donât actually want, notice:
Immediate exhaustion (like someone unplugged your battery)
Resentment that creeps in later like mold (starts small, grows FAST)
A feeling of being âoffâ for DAYS (like youâre wearing someone elseâs skin)
Thatâs your system going: âBestie. This wasnât yours to carry. Why are we doing this?â
Real life example: You joined the book club you donât care about because saying no felt like admitting you hate fun and human connection. đ Now youâre sitting in someoneâs living room on a Thursday night pretending to have read a book you didnât read, eating charcuterie you didnât want, discussing themes you donât care about⌠all because six months ago you were too afraid to say âThatâs not really my thing, but thank you!â And now youâre TRAPPED. In book club prison. With people who think you love literary fiction when really you just wanted to go home and watch reality TV. đşđ
TRAP #6: The Chaos Fear Trap
âIf I actually listen to my truth, my entire life will IMPLODE and Iâll end up living in a van eating beans from a canâ đđŤ
Youâre scared of your own power. You think if you stop controlling, if you stop managing, if you actually honor whatâs TRUE⌠the whole house of cards will collapse. Everything youâve built. Every relationship. Every identity. Every story youâve been telling yourself about who you are and what youâre supposed to want.
Itâll all fall apart. And youâre right. It will. đŁ
But hereâs the secret nobody tells you: That collapse is the POINT.
Thereâs this archetypal force in the psyche, imagine a lightning bolt hitting a tower, the whole structure just SHATTERING, people falling, chaos everywhere⌠and everyone DREADS it. The sudden fall. The crumbling. The moment when everything youâve been holding together with duct tape and positive affirmations just... explodes. But that force? Itâs not punishment. Itâs LIBERATION. âĄâ¨
Itâs the universe going: âBabe. Youâve been holding onto something thatâs been DEAD for three years. Youâve been Weekend-at-Bernieâs-ing this shit, propping up a corpse and pretending itâs alive. Iâm just making it obvious.â đ
When youâve been stuck in the wrong story for too long: the wrong job, the wrong city, the wrong relationship, the wrong VERSION OF YOURSELF, your Field (your energetic ecosystem, the invisible forcefield around you thatâs constantly reading and responding to reality) will create a DISRUPTION to snap you out of it. Not to hurt you. To FREE you. đď¸
Body clue: If youâre terrified of the fallout from honoring your truth, ask yourself:
âWhat am I actually afraid of losing? And... is it even MINE?â
Spoiler alert: If it requires you to betray yourself to keep it? It was never yours. đđĽ
⥠The Collapse That Saves You (Or: When The Universe Fires You For Your Own Good)
Let me tell you about the Encapsulated Collapse. Thatâs the moment when your Field: your energetic ecosystem, the invisible intelligence thatâs been watching you self-betray for MONTHS, finally has ENOUGH and hits the eject button.
And hereâs the wildest part? You donât even KNOW youâre stuck.
Oh, you THINK you know. You think youâre âworking on it.â You think youâre âprocessing.â You think youâre âbeing patientâ or âgiving it timeâ or ânot rushing into anythingâ or whatever phrase you learned from that one Instagram therapist with the soothing voice and the beige aesthetic. But really?
Youâre just... frozen. đ§
Holding onto a concept that stopped serving you three years ago. Clinging to a belief system you outgrew but canât admit because it would mean you were âwrong.â White-knuckling a relationship that flatlined MONTHS ago but you keep performing CPR on the corpse because walking away would mean you âfailed.â Staying in the job, the city, the pattern, the STORY⌠not because itâs true, but because leaving would require you to admit youâve been lying to yourself. đ¤Ľ
And your ego? Oh honey, your ego is a MASTER at making stuckness look like virtue. Like loyalty. Like commitment. Like spiritual growth.
âIâm not stuck, Iâm COMMITTED.â đ
âIâm not stuck, Iâm working through my RESISTANCE.â đ§
âIâm not stuck, Iâm just... iN pRoCeSs.â đ
No, babe. Youâre stuck. And youâre so deep in the pattern, youâve decorated the cage and called it a home. đ đ
Youâve hung up fairy lights. Youâve put down a rug. Youâve convinced yourself this 6x6 cell is âcozyâ and âintentionalâ and âexactly where Iâm meant to be right now.â ⨠Meanwhile your SOUL is in the corner doing push-ups and planning a prison break. đŞđ¨
And thatâs when the Collapse comes. đĽ
Not to punish you. To wake you the FUCK up.
It looks like:
đĽ The relationship that implodes âout of nowhereâ (but if youâre honest, you saw it dying for months, you just kept trying to resuscitate it with couples therapy and weekend getaways)
đĽ The job you get fired from RIGHT when you were about to quit (but couldnât pull the trigger yourself because what if youâre making a mistake what if youâre being impulsive what if what if what if)
đĽ The friendship that ends ABRUPTLY (and suddenly you can BREATHE again and you realize youâve been holding your breath around them for two years)
đĽ The illness that FORCES you to stop (because your body is the only one still telling you the truth and itâs TIRED of being ignored)
đĽ The breakup, the breakdown, the financial crisis, the move, the loss⌠whatever it takes to shatter the story youâve been defending with your LIFE
You think itâs catastrophe. đą Itâs course correction. đ§
Because when youâre out of alignment with your Synchronized Impulse for too long, when youâve been ignoring the whispers from your belly, the hum from your heart, the quiet KNOWING that something is OFF⌠reality itself will intervene. Not because the universe is punishing you.
Because it loves you too much to let you stay asleep in a nightmare youâre calling a dream. đ¤âĄď¸đ
Thatâs not cruelty. Thatâs COSMIC MERCY. The Collapse is the kindest thing that will ever happen to you.
Even when it doesnât feel kind. Even when it feels like everything is ending. Even when youâre ugly-crying on the bathroom floor at 4 AM eating ice cream straight from the carton wondering how your life became a country song. đŚđđś
Itâs not ending. Youâre finally being set FREE. đŚ
đ
The Dance of Warrior and Lover (Or: Why You Need Both To Not Lose Your Damn Mind)
Hereâs something the ancients knew that we keep forgetting because weâre too busy doomscrolling and pretending weâre fine: There are TWO primal forces within you. And they need each other to stay sane. Like peanut butter and jelly. Like coffee and survival. Like astrology memes and avoiding your actual problems. ââ¨
The WARRIOR âď¸
Raw instinct. Decisive action. The part of you that doesnât wait for permission, doesnât second-guess, doesnât perform for an audience. This is pure Vector of Movement, the force that says: âNow. This way. MOVE.â
Itâs tigress energy. The kind that doesnât announce herself. She doesnât post a 10-slide carousel about her plans. She doesnât wait for Mercury to go direct. She doesnât need a vision board or a manifestation ritual or external validation. She just MOVES. And the jungle parts. đ đż
The LOVER đš
Refined discernment. Creative alchemy. The part of you that knows when to soften the blade, when to wait, when to weave magic instead of just swinging swords. This is Creative Presence: the magnetic field that doesnât chase, but CALLS.
Itâs the force that says: âNot yet. Feel into this. Let it RIPEN.â Like a cat. She doesnât beg. She doesnât perform. She just sits there being magnetic as fuck and the whole room rearranges itself around her. đâ¨
But hereâs the thing:
The Warrior without the Lover = a feral raccoon with a sword. đŚâď¸ All force, no finesse. All fire, no FORM. Youâre out here burning bridges like itâs a gender reveal party gone WRONG, setting your entire life on fire because someone looked at you weird at Whole Foods. đĽđĽ
The Lover without the Warrior = paralyzed beauty. đ¸đި All sensitivity, no SPINE. All feeling, no fucking ACTION. Youâre over here weighing pros and cons until the window closes, waiting for the âperfect momentâ that never comes because youâre too scared to just... DO THE THING. Youâre a spiritual Hamlet. âTo text or not to text, that is the question...â while your life passes you by and your soul is in the back going âOH MY GOD JUST PICK ONE.â đđą
But when they DANCE together?
When instinct meets refinement?
When passion is tempered by wisdom?
When you know BOTH when to move AND when to wait?
Thatâs when you become UNSTOPPABLE. đĽâ¨
The Ancient Secret: She Who Rides The Tiger đ
The old stories knew this. They encoded it in MYTH because apparently thatâs how you get people to remember shit when you donât have Instagram.
Thereâs a force, letâs call her the Feminine Sovereign, the OG badass, the cosmic CEO who doesnât take meetings, who rides into battle on a WILD BEAST. Not a horse. Not a cute little pony. A motherfucking TIGER. Or a LION. The most untamable, âI will literally eat your faceâ creature on Earth. đŚ And she doesnât tame it. She doesnât âhealâ it or âprocessâ it or send it to therapy or try to positive-affirmation it into being less feral.
She MOUNTS it. And RIDES it into TRUTH. đ đĽ
The beast is her raw instinct. Her primal knowing. The part of her that doesnât THINK: it ACTS. And sheâs not afraid of it. She doesnât lock it in a cage and call that âspiritual bypassing.â She doesnât pathologize it as âshadow work that needs healing.â She doesnât try to make it smaller, quieter, more palatable for people who are scared of power.
No.
She HONORS it. She PARTNERS with it. She lets it CARRY her. đ đ¨ And together? They defeat the demon. Not the demon âout thereâ, the one in HERE.
The one that whispers:
âYouâre too much.â
âYouâre too wild.â
âYou need to prove yourself.â
âYou need to be smaller, softer, safer, more acceptable.â
âYou need to earn your right to exist.â đ
That demon? The one that EVERY PART of patriarchal, domesticated, good-girl-conditioning has been feeding since you were old enough to be told to âuse your inside voiceâ? Only the force that contains BOTH Warrior AND Lover can defeat it. âď¸đš
Because she knows something everyone else forgot: Destruction isnât violence. Itâs LIBERATION. đĽđď¸ Burning down the old story isnât chaos. Itâs CLARITY. And when you finally stop apologizing for the tigress energy inside you, when you stop trying to make her âacceptableâ or âdigestibleâ or âInstagram-friendlyâ⌠Thatâs when she stops eating you alive from the INSIDE đ đ
And starts clearing the path AHEAD. đ â¨đ¤ď¸
đ The Star That Rises and Falls (Or: You Contain MULTITUDES, Babe)
Thereâs another layer here. Another ancient encoding that got lost somewhere between hustle culture and âmanifestationâ being turned into a capitalist pyramid scheme. â¨đ
The star that appears at DAWN. đ The one that announces the coming LIGHT. The bringer of illumination. The herald of a new day. The one they called the Lightbringer. And the star that appears at DUSK. đ The one that marks the threshold. The descent. The crossing into the unknown. The sister of the underworld. Theyâre the SAME STAR. ââ
The ancients knew this. The Mayans tracked it obsessively. The Sumerians built temples to it. They called it the Morning and Evening Star. Some cultures knew it as the goddess of both LOVE and WAR. Not love OR war. BOTH. đâď¸
Because hereâs the truth they understood that we keep forgetting: You are BOTH.
đ The part of you that births worlds, and the part that burns them down when they no longer serve
đ The part that loves fiercely, and the part that wages war on illusion
đ The part that rises at dawn with hope, and the part that descends at dusk into your own depths, unafraid of what youâll find there
Youâre not BROKEN for having both. đ ââď¸ Youâre WHOLE because of it. đ
And if you try to only be the Morning Star: the light, the love, the inspiration, the always-ascending energy, the toxic-positivity Instagram guru who never has a bad day⌠Youâll exhaust yourself pretending half of you doesnât exist. đľâđŤ Youâll perform âhealedâ while your shadow is in the basement lifting weights and getting STRONGER because you keep trying to starve it. đŞđť
But if you try to only be the Evening Star: the destroyer, the truth-teller, the one who burns bridges and salts the earth, the one whoâs âtoo muchâ and âtoo intenseâ and honestly kind of exhausting at parties⌠Youâll find yourself alone in a wasteland of your own making. đď¸đĽSurrounded by ashes, wondering why no one stayed.
The medicine is in the DANCE. đ⨠Morning AND evening. Lover AND warrior. Creation AND destruction. The light AND the shadow. The part that builds AND the part that burns. Not one OR the other. BOTH. Always BOTH. đ Youâre not a morning person or a night person.
Youâre the whole damn SKY. đ
đ§ââď¸ The Freedom The Sages Spoke Of (Or: How To Stop Being A Puppet Of Your Own Drama)
The Vedas, those ancient texts written by people who apparently had a LOT of time to sit around and figure out the nature of reality before Netflix existed, say something WILD:
When you stop identifying with your thoughts, your feelings, your sensations⌠when you simply WITNESS them without BECOMING them⌠even the stars bow to you. âđââď¸
Not because youâre special. Because youâre FREE. đď¸
Free from the tyranny of every passing impulse. Free from the story that says âIf I feel it, it must be TRUE.â Free from the belief that your worth is determined by:
How well you perform
How much you produce
How perfectly you balance
How acceptable you are
How much you achieve
How little space you take up
Youâre no longer tossed by every wind. đŞď¸âĄď¸đ§ââď¸
Youâre the one STEERING THE SHIP. đ˘
Youâre the WITNESS. The CONSCIOUSNESS behind the show. The director, not the actor. Your thoughts? Theyâre just weather passing through. Your feelings? Visitors who knock on the door. You can let them in for tea, but they donât get to MOVE IN and redecorate. đľđ
And hereâs the MAGIC: When you move from THAT place, from your Impulse Core, not your wound, your relationships stop being power struggles.
They become DANCE. đđş
Not the performative kind where youâre both trying to look good. Not the âIâll move if you move firstâ standoff. Not the âif you loved me youâd just KNOW what I needâ telepathy test that everyone fails.
The kind where youâre so rooted in your own center that you can move WITH someone without losing yourself.
Where you can LEAD without dominating.
Where you can FOLLOW without dissolving.
Where you can be INTIMATE without becoming enmeshed.
Where you can be ALONE without feeling abandoned.
Because youâre not trying to prove anything. Youâre not trying to extract validation. Youâre not using the other person as a mirror to convince yourself you exist. Youâre just MOVING. đ And inviting them to move WITH you.
And if they canât match your rhythm? If they need you to shrink, to slow down, to apologize for your ALIVENESS, to make yourself smaller so they feel bigger? You keep dancing. đâ¨
Just not with THEM. đ
đŻ The Practice: Ask Your Body, Not Your Mind (Or: How To Actually DO This Shit)
Okay. Enough theory. Enough cosmic downloads and mythological metaphors and me going off on tangents about tigers and stars and ancient wisdom. Letâs get EMBODIED. đŞâ¨
Right now, yes, RIGHT NOW, I donât care if youâre reading this on the toilet or in line at Starbucks or pretending to work in a meeting⌠think of ONE decision youâre weighing.
One impulse youâre questioning. One move youâre not sure about. One thing youâve been âprocessingâ for so long itâs basically composting at this point. đ
Close your eyes. (Okay, maybe finish reading this part first THEN close your eyes, unless you have echolocation or something.) Take a breath. đŹď¸ Now ask yourself:
âWhere in my body does this LIVE?â
Not âWhat do I THINK about this?â
Not âWhat would my therapist/mom/best friend/that one spiritual influencer I follow say?â
Not âWhatâs the RIGHT answer?â
Where. In. Your. BODY. Does. This. LIVE. đ
If itâs BURNING in your throat: đĽ
Thatâs Phantom Drive, babe. Thatâs compensation. Thatâs your wound looking for a witness. Thatâs Brenda the gremlin trying to drive the car again. đšđ
â Donât move YET. Breathe. Let it SETTLE. Ask what itâs actually AFRAID of.
Usually the answer is something like:
âIf I donât do this, Iâll be forgotten.â
âIf I donât say this, theyâll think I donât care.â
âIf I donât fix this, Iâm not enough.â
Thatâs not truth. Thatâs TRAUMA doing cosplay. đ
If itâs PULSING in your belly / womb space: đ
Thatâs Impulse Core.
Thatâs INSTINCT. Thatâs the quiet knowing that doesnât need to explain itself. Thatâs your SOUL trying to get your attention.
â TRUST IT.
Even if it doesnât make SENSE.
Even if you canât EXPLAIN it.
Even if it looks completely IRRATIONAL from the outside.
Especially if it doesnât make sense. đŤ
Because truth rarely makes sense to the mind. The mind wants LOGIC. The mind wants PROOF. The mind wants a PowerPoint presentation with citations and a Q&A at the end. đ But your body? Your body just KNOWS. đ
If your heart is HUMMING; not racing, but humming: đ
Thatâs Resonant Knowing. Thatâs your soul recognizing its own frequency. Thatâs the tuning fork finding its match. Thatâs the âYESâ that doesnât need a reason.
â Move toward it.
This is your PATH. This is the thing that will make sense six months from now when you look back and go âOh. THATâS why I had to do that.â đ¤ď¸â¨
And hereâs the ADVANCED practice: đ
Once youâve located WHERE it lives, ask:
âIs this the fire of TRUTH, or the fire of RESTLESSNESS?â
Because both BURN, babe. But they burn DIFFERENTLY. đĽđĽ
Truth burns STEADY. đŻď¸Low and slow. Like a candle. Like coals. It doesnât flare up and die out in five minutes. It SUSTAINS. You can sit with it. You can sleep with it. You can wake up three days later and itâs STILL there, steady as ever, like âHey girl, still here, still true, take your time.â
Restlessness burns HOT. đĽFast and frantic. Like gasoline. Like that time you thought cutting your own bangs at 2 AM was a good idea. đââď¸ It DEMANDS immediate action. It canât tolerate stillness. It screams âDO IT NOW OR YOUâLL REGRET IT FOREVER!â And after it burns through whatever it touches? It leaves you COLD. 𼜠Empty. Wondering what the hell just happened. Sitting in the wreckage going âWait... why did I think that was a good idea?â
Learn the DIFFERENCE. đ§ đĄYour whole life depends on it. Seriously. Iâm not being dramatic. (Okay, Iâm ALWAYS being dramatic, but this time Iâm also being ACCURATE.)
đĽ If You Want the Full Body Oracle Training
What I just showed you? Thatâs the gateway. But your body speaks in so many more languages than just throat/belly/heart. Your teeth hold ancestral codes.
Your womb space reads timelines like a cosmic compass. Your feet anchor futures before they arrive. Your orgasm collapses quantum possibilities into form. Your spine transmits signal like a living antenna.I wrote an entire Field seminar on this: Oracular Flesh: the complete technology of reading reality through sensation, not thought. Itâs not a book you read. Itâs a remembering you feel. [â Start the transmission here] đ â¨
đ Todayâs Invitation (Or: What Youâre Actually Gonna DO With All This)
Before you make your next move: before you send the text, book the flight, say yes to the thing, commit to the plan, make the choice⌠PAUSE. â¸ď¸
Put your hand on your belly. đ¤ Close your eyes if you can. (If you canât because youâre in public, just look mysterious and pretend youâre having a spiritual moment. Which you ARE, so itâs not even a lie.) đď¸â¨ And ask:
âIs this impulse MINE, or is this my PROOF?â
Is this coming from the quiet, grounded place in my womb/belly that just KNOWS? Or is this coming from my throat where Brenda the gremlin lives and screams about being forgotten if I donât act RIGHT NOW? đšđ˘
If your throat is on FIRE â đĽ
PAUSE. Donât text. Donât send. Donât move. Just... breathe. Let it settle. Ask what itâs really afraid of. Give it a snack. Put it to bed. đŞđ´
If your belly KNOWS â đ
MOVE. Trust it. Even if itâs scary. Even if you canât explain it. Even if everyone thinks youâre crazy. Your belly doesnât lie. (Unless you ate dairy and youâre lactose intolerant, in which case your belly is absolutely lying but thatâs a different situation.) đĽđ¨
If your heart HUMS â đ
TRUST. This is resonance. This is recognition. This is your soul going âYES. THIS. MORE OF THIS.â Follow that hum like itâs a trail of breadcrumbs leading you home. đ ⨠Thatâs your real YES. â
Everything else? Everything else is just an echo of someone elseâs NO that you internalized when you were seven years old and trying to figure out how to be loved. đ§đItâs not YOURS. So stop carrying it. đâĄď¸đď¸
𫦠The Final Truth Bomb
Choose the movement that doesnât SCREAM. đ Choose the impulse that doesnât need a WITNESS. đď¸đŤChoose the truth that burns quiet, steady, and unstoppable through your whole body. đĽđ Thatâs your Essence Seal frequency. Thatâs not your trauma talking. Thatâs not your conditioning. Thatâs not your people-pleasing autopilot. Thatâs not Brenda. Thatâs your REAL power. âĄThatâs YOU. đ
The you that existed before the world told you who to be. The you that will exist long after you stop trying to be who everyone else needs you to be. The you thatâs been waiting PATIENTLY for you to remember. Sheâs been here the whole time. đ
Sitting in your belly. Humming in your heart. Riding the tiger. Watching the stars rise and fall. Waiting for you to stop performing and just... BE. đ
Now go. đ The tiger is waiting. â¨And honestly? Sheâs getting impatient. đĽ
Now MOVE. đââď¸â¨You already know what to do, youâre just scared to do it. Which is fine. Fear is information. But itâs not a STOP sign. Itâs a âproceed with presenceâ sign. đŚâ¨ So proceed. đ đ



Holy wow! This was the wild ride I didn't realize I needed this morning. I also know what my cat's gonna be for Halloween. đ
God itâs like you are speaking to me!!! Everything I read of yours. Wow.