We started a little series on type, the manifestor and projector videos are out. The other three are coming out daily! And just in case you haven’t heard it today, I think you’re fucking awesome!!! 😎🥳🫶

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! 🖤🥳

Hi I am Frances. I am new to human design and am really excited to be here and learn more. Looking forward to being a part of this community.

I find it interesting that most of us have been searching for our purpose in what we do, but human design shows us that our purpose is in who we BE. In a world centralized around capitalism our BEing becomes our business or occupation… living externally. Meanwhile, our BEing is crying to be felt, heard, embraced, honored and loved. As a manifesting generator, it took me years to figure out how to slow down and then even longer to honor my emotional waves. The deeper I go into a human design the more I realize my entire purpose is to tell stories. But not regular stories… nuanced stories. Humans don’t find strength in hearing of other people’s success, we find strength, other people‘s failures, struggles, and how they overcome. I’ve wanted to share my family history and my entire story but I’m way too lazy to write another book because that shit takes a massive amount of effort. 🤣🤣🤣 I got four parts out yesterday, and I’m gonna keep plugging away at it because I’ve felt this urge for many years but haven’t taken the steps to actually do it. It’s my season! Is human design helping you find your voice and purpose? How? I love to hear other people stories too!!! P.S. I love my bangs and I always wake up looking crazy! Today was especially hilarious!

(includes the third or fourth installment of the nameless story) Life has a funny way of kicking your ass does it not? Like you think you're doing all you can at the moment then somebody (in this case @Jes Divine and @Truth Richardson ) just comes and kicks the carefully smoothed calmed dust up and you're left there covered in dirt but you see the stuff that you really aren't doing and it just a) makes you uncomfortable and b) makes you realize that there's more you need to be doing of you want to get better 😂 it's quite the learning curve and this raccoon never really got the hang of regulating and validating myself because I don't think I've ever had a healthy example of what that looks like, cause people say affirmations work wonders? They don't really for me, they just kinda settle in my chest and make me feel shitty about myself (even if it's the truth...) like I can't really remember when the last time I felt proud of myself because contrary to this conversation I was having with Jes and I told her that no emotions are bad or good, just neutral... I think being proud of myself is bad, y'know why? Cause I don't like being self absorbed (does being proud of yourself involve being self absorbed? I dunno I could be wrong) Like I've always felt kind of ashamed to like buy things just for me even if it was simply a KitKat bar, so imagine trying to feel proud of yourself if you feel bad for buying yourself a dang KitKat of all things?! Like geez, anyway it's a work in progress but this time progress is slow but progress is progress. (Next installment of the nameless story ⤵️🦝) While waiting for another blasted water dwelling creature to show its face a sharp meow pierced the air followed by the appearance of a lanky looking orange cat. “Oh Bobble! I’ve searched everywhere for you!” The cat purred, speaking the language of the beings, prancing over to Bobble and rubbing against the opossum. I looked at the cat and contemplated attacking the feline, his guard was down and I was hungry. “Pickle!” Bobble greeted the cat, I ditched the creek water and my fur raised as I calculated the likelihood of me being able to take down the fruity acting cat, Pickle and Bobble reacquainted themselves while I raised to my hind legs and prepared for my assault, Pickle and Bobble seemed rather unaware of my looming attack. “Why are you in this messy forest, Bobble?” Pickle asked, tilting his head at Bobble waiting for an answer, Bobble’s body language shrank and I paused my preparation briefly to watch the opossum’s demeanor physically deflate. “Pickle… I-I uhm don’t think that’s a safe conversation topic…” There was a flicker of something I perceived as bitterness or even deep seated resentment, I chirped at the opossum and waddled over and nosed her chest. “Dumpster..” The opossum’s voice had taken on a strained quality, Pickle’s tail poofed up, the feline yowling at me “Bobble, you cannot tell me that you are associating with this… dumpster dweller!” He chirped, I nuzzled Bobble again then attacked Pickle, I clawed at him viciously. Pickle whined and yowled. This bug-eyed cat was rather cowardly if I do say so myself, orange fur flew around us as I continued my merciless attack. Bobble scampered over and bit my tail, dragging me off the melodramatic animal.