What’s the hardest part of your Human Design to accept? --------- I have 6 open centers, so having to learn to gain wisdom at a very young age through all 6 while growing up in an environment where it isn't supported and there is a lot of not self and distortion was 100% hard. But I've really come to a point where through so many releases, and spirtual experiences I'm like fuck it, if it happens it happens and if it doesn't it doesn't. I really like the hard, the releases, the confrontation even though my not self highly conditioned by those 6 open centers 3-4 years ago, would have shit his pants lol. He was a bitch. But a bitch who couldn't not be a bitch with how everything went in his life up until that point. So yea, long story short. Open centers was interesting to witness how I unconciously by just living life let go of so much that was there, and burned through it all. PHS was the real catalyst.. omg. Without eating or sleeping correctly, fuck me. I'd be 1000 steps behind. I realized through my experiences that your body just becomes stronger over time by eating/sleeping correctly, and obviously following your S&A. But it's stupid to follow your S&A when you are still so highly conditioned and not self. It comes with time, it's like telling an amateur runner to run like usian bolt. Stupid. They need training, and some are less conditioned and some are more conditioned, some bodies are stronger some are weaker, some have listened unconciously to the S&A without knowing about it through years and years of experiences. so yea my perspective changed through my experiences being; through correct eating and sleeping you train your body to be able to handle a higher ''energetic voltage'' which then your S&A will become so undenieablly loud you can't not follow it haha. So to come to the conclusion, letting go. I'd love to hear yours! 😎

I am grateful & thankful I’m apart of this community. I’ve learned a lot about myself in the past few months. I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday with your loved ones.

🗞️News just in... My secondhand laptop 💻 finally died, thankfully my mom @Sarah Hankins was open to letting me use her old laptop.... Which contrary to telling me it was slow, it works faster than my other one ever did, secondly the one she sent me is FUCKING huge and getting used to the format of it is HARD 💀 not my favorite thing, but, but, but it works so that's all I needed it to do 😮‍💨 Anyway! Been mulling over a story idea for roughly a few consecutive months, doubted it, got excited, procrastinated. Everything you would think I needed to do to be able to write 🥴 silly me. But anyway here's the first bit. I have yet to work out the title but I'm loving how it's moving along 😂 also I added some art and the comparison photos I took of the two laptop keyboards... There's definitely a BIG difference (The story 🔽) Once upon a…. Wait, hold on I don’t think this is a fairy tale is it? Who knows, but hello there! I am Raccoon.. Yes an actual raccoon or a trash panda if you will, no it’s not satire… Although that would probably sell more copies, the scratching of charcoal against the greasy wrapper from the hamburger I had eaten earlier in the day (Which would be evening to twilight to my non nocturnal readers) halted, I had been writing on a food wrapper I had scavenged out of what a city dwelling raccoon informed me was a dumpster. My furry face morphs into a contemplative expression, tapping my chin. I scurry about my small den beneath a weathered old birch thinking about selling my life’s story as a satirical novel to distract my fellow creatures from the destruction that the hairless two leg mammals are wreaking on our precious habitats; with their monstrous highways and heinous things my dear friend Opossum calls automobiles which I lost my mate and kits to many a fortnight ago, I approached my desk again, spitting on my paws slicking my ears back and resumed writing. Perhaps it should be satire… but that would mean to make light of trauma and my great loss of life belonging once to my family of four kits and my mate, so I shall not be making my tragedy into a laughable mockery for the sake of it, so I am indeed a raccoon and this is my story, read it or don’t I could give a field mouse’s droppings.

Well hello there! Not really I think everyone already knows well enough who I am... I'm the raccoon that lurks around this Skool group 🦝💀 well, sometimes. Other times I drop off the face of the planet 🪐 anyway, me over text and video call version are drastically different 😂 I was reminded of that today... Anyway I have the fifth installment of my raccoon story if y'all are interested 🫣 I didn't think a lot of people liked my writing, it's weird. Y'know what's also weird? Receiving comfort and help from someone outside your family after having it in your head that your family only really helped you out of obligation that's weird, so when that happened... Well I needed a lot of reassurance.. funny stuff (not really) On another topic, humans are incredible actors... Some don't realize they do it, whereas let's say a depressed person knows that they're just playing a part, making sure everyone else is okay while their world implodes, and honestly it's scary when your inner world starts imploding.. really scary, like all you want is silence but your mind is anything but and that's because you finally opened up that file cabinet 🗄️ and every emotion you've ever shoved in there explodes and immediately wants to be processed and accepted... It's stressful and drives people to things like addiction and in some cases it gets to the point where that person doesn't exist anymore... That's the scary part, cause most suicidal people probably don't want to die but they want to escape, silence, rest and a plethora of other things that their lives aren't giving them because of their circumstances. I used to wonder what drove people to that point, well now I know what drives people to those things. Things like addiction and self injury distract the person from the overwhelming feelings and their trauma, gives them something else to focus on. Makes their lives bearable when they've given up, so I guess my message I'm trying to get across is: have a trustworthy support system, cause when everything else fails all some people can do is live for someone else until they find a reason to live for themselves.. anyway thanks for dipping into some dark waters today here's the promised continuation of the story ⤵️

One more little road trip before the big road trip! 1200 miles in two days! 😵‍💫🤣🥳🥳🥳 Back to Vegas because two of my people want to stay and two want to go. Sovereignty is everything! 🖤🥳