Hierophant

I'm at this point in my life where I think rest is improper. I mean even in writing this, I'm convincing myself that I'm being productive. Truth is, I am. I just can't allow the idea of laziness to consume me. Been there, done that. Chillin is so overrated. I'm almost certain I want to burn. After all, I was forged in the belly of a supernova. What would I look like belching from a sofa, stuffing my face with Tostitos and corn salsa. Watching reruns of Law and Order smothering my reality with content. I'm looking for a fan for my flames obviously. Perhaps, this will do the trick. I read my tarot the other day. My "third times a charm," Michael told me we were Magicians by our divine right. He was wrong and I'm just laying here telling myself to complete a thought in written form, like I used to. I'm the Hierophant by the way. The archetype of the spiritual world. One who holds secret knowledge. Considering my journey, I will humbly accept the title. Funny thing is, I just received an Instagram notification from a Bible student from Johnson and Wales University. Boy, is she in for a rude awakening. You call it accident, I proudly declare it as divine assignment. When you obey that burning in your heart, weird and unbelievable events collect at your feet. I've never quite felt I had a foundation in life anyway. I always called myself, a castle slung in obscurity. Well, things aren't so obscure anymore. In fact everything makes complete and abSOULute sense and I am reminded of that every time I have conversations with this wise being named, Higher Self.

P.s : It did the trick.