Kicked out of your kingdom bewildered, panicking, mesmerized you joined the fallen angels from the skies. Your killer instinct helped you master densities shapeshifting through realms like a mystic. Survival gives you the kick to force your persistence upon other species unwilling to bend time and space to join your conflicts. You call yourself a galactic mistress where masculine and feminine energies mingle to transmute your lack of worthiness. Transcending to a lower dimension wasn’t encoded in the higher mind of your creature despite your wings being cut off from eternities’ whispers. Fly, collide, regroup, and ascend stop waiting for crops to show you the way Earth is not your home, despite legends telling it other way. Forget the ants and bees it’s on you, wasps, hornets, and yellow jackets to alchemize consciousness and redefine base reality.
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎
Image by Daniela S. aka @wayofaiki
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