a lot of people I work with are terrified of the stories they create, in the secret of their mind, soaked in the medicine of their imagination.

“what if, what i imagine, is crazy?”

you know what’s crazy?

white ableist patriarchy. that’s crazy. capitalism is, mam, crazy. IT’S CUCU crazy if you ask me.

seeing another person as a potential threat is crazy.

money (paper that hold "value") as the only way to live, that is, so crazy. borders are absurd. passport... cRaZy.

to not be able to meet our own reflection in the mirror without it being blurred by so much fear, pain & stupid standards that have nothing to do with us, missing our own beauty, that’s crazy.

claiming i can’t love you because I haven’t met you, because we’re not “blood”, because you’re not a friend or has not entered a transactional relationship with me is absurd. it’s crazy.

i have NEVER met some of y’all and yet, I write you love letters (almost) every Monday. don’t I?

am i crazy?

do not ever be fooled by how “crazy” a story you create for your own life might sound, to others. stories are made for us, forced on us. all the time.

some of them were so forced on us we don’t see them as stories anymore. we believe them like facts, politics, opinions, we value them more than our neighbours. we enforce them, on the people around us. & that is crazy.

this week and for the rest of your brief time here with me, allow yourselves to create your own story. the ones that center your beauty, your vulnerability, your connection to me. i promise I’ll do the same.

On Sunday Feb. 6th, 6pm CET, I am giving my first Past Life Regression workshop, online.

You can read more about it here:

https://www.selflovetribute.com/events

If you are interested, you can sign up here:

https://selflovetribute.as.me/pastlifeworkshop

with love & rage,

Elia