Today is my birthday. I turned 52.
It’s a number but in our American culture, it’s an expletive at this point. Living in Los Angeles, every year added on can send you further down the pits of depression as you watch some of the most beautiful freaks of nature stroll past you on any given day.
But I listen to my higher selves, and each day they’re having a clearer voice that I actually ward. Yeah, it took this long.
My darker selves sent me things to process. You know, to see how far I’ve come in the course of my evolution.
“Forget dating sites. You’re now of an age that no one searches for.”
“Your ass will now get bigger every day as you plod towards menopause.”
“It’s too late to start [fill in the blank for ANYTHING other than signing up for AARP]…”
“What medicine do you need to start taking?”
And my lighter selves sent me things too:
“Remember when you slowed down your aging process? Hey, it’s working!”
“You are now more your true self than you’ve ever been”
“Now you can tell people to fuck off and send them love at the same time.”
“You are creating this shit, so create what you want and don’t focus on the stuff you don’t want.”
“Now you can talk about aliens in public, and not care what anyone else thinks.”
“Welcome to your rebirth.”
I decided to let the light win, today.
Colors: Yellow, Pink, Red. Trepidation, worry about the future, anxiety and kidney issues. Make all attempts to focus only on what you DO want, and swipe away those other thoughts. Numbers: 1111 (snapshot of your thoughts), 133 (Your guides are by your side)