open dyslexic mode

You think the ghosts are from your past? Look again. It’s the version of you trying to live. The one who wants louder joy, deeper sex, sharper truth— but keeps getting exorcised by your fear of being “too much.” She’s not a ghost. She’s a future frequency flickering through your skin. The ache isn’t grief. It’s a haunting. 🖤 Your life is a séance. Every choice is a spell. Every pattern is an invocation. Every “I’m fine” is a ritual to keep the dead alive. You don’t need closure. You need collapse. Because the version of you trying to resurrect? She’s not here to be integrated. She’s here to take over. To gut what you built out of survival. To burn what you called “alignment” but actually built from fear. This is the part of your life where the veil thins— not with incense and altars, but through existential boredom. Sensory overstimulation. Sudden knowing. Sudden nausea. Sudden no. The ghosts gather when you slow down. And they’re not your trauma. They’re your future. Your unspoken desire. Your unlived timelines. They don’t want to be healed. They want to be chosen. So sit. Turn the lights low. Speak the spell only your body remembers. Let her take the wheel. Let the old self scream. Let the new one drive. You’re not summoning anything. You’re finally letting yourself arrive. #timelinecollapse #psychedelictruth #quantumidentity #ghostofyourfuture #plantmedicine #alteredandaware #flowwithinexpandbeyond #portalwork #realityglitch #multidimensionalself