I am deep into my fourth cycle of my custom, and khan black stage four, and khan stage four
These days I feel a stronger urge to journal, I have always been lax about journaling and ever since I began my manifestation journey years ago after reading the book “the last law of attraction book you’ll ever need to read”
This is mainly due to the fact that I had replaced every default reaction to my environment and reality with more “positive” emotions. If you’re wondering how confident I am in their “positivity” then it is with the same principle the book taught, through gratitude
Though after many years of my manifesting practices I am now at my peak and I am so happy with my life that I need to begin to do my shadow work more constantly, as to maximize my gains
One thing I noticed; two different Arab shop workers gave me free drinks (refused to take compensation after I walked in and greeted them with the Arabic hi) since Arabs mostly work at and own groceries in California.
These days I feel always an airy feeling of uncertainty, that I can only describe to be Khan testing my resolve. I feel a strong urge to do things others don’t feel like doing. The dirty work. When I do the dirty work it always feels scary.
Admitting my humanity and fragility is now more important than ever because I have never felt I had this much power before. Infront of me stands the road I paved since I was born where my enemies are subdued, the ones inside me in the form of contradictory thoughts.
Alignment should be a harmony with what is produced by my biological body, the flow. If someone comes out of my flow and I end up slapping my own wrist because, let’s say, someone who has inherited power structures loses their cool and decides to punish me for whatever came out of my flow (allegedly being bad for the environment aka “their flow”) then I’m not aligned
When I wake every day I know that I am optimized for the highest good, this is because that’s my purpose … going forward with my actions regardless of how it feels and at the very least not regretting what comes out of me is the highest form of self love there can be
I still cannot shake off how intense this program is, I recall the sheer amount of days I went to the gym, and how without fail the days were grueling when I really went with my heart. And how each day brought me back stronger to do the weights I so struggled to do last time, this time, easily.
It’s important to note I have been raised to loathe myself, this is it hyper specific and personal hell, and that asking constantly how to be nicer, more accepted, is not the way I want to be. As someone who loathed my gender and my being, I should be someone who chooses myself over others, first. This is my love language. And as long as I can do it I am brave.