I step into Whistle Stop Grocery and White Christmas is playing. “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas..." A whisper, "where all our dreams come true.” Satan wants an Almond Tulip (the most expensive breakfast treat) and I get a psychic call from my accountant who wants a blueberry muffin. The waiter is Alex, I’m an Alex...a mirror.
Lucifer tells me to get a peanut butter chocolate chip monster cookie for myself - as I’ve been a sweet monster.
“If I only had eyes for you,” the song in the shop plays.
I need a 10% return today. Bitcoin is hovering near $13,000, with $18,000 now “in bloom.” (<- again, the lyric in tune)
God is also with me. I’ve been giving back to the people but it’s been a bit too much. I need to recover half a bitcoin. So many excellent traders and investors on Trading View, many with names that follow the ideologies I’ve been teaching and subliminally spreading. D4rkEnergy. AlanMasters. Botje11. Twin flaming, elevening ones dream. All the ‘grandmasters.’ It’s gone parabolic.
“All the stars I have found,” is the next lyric.
To the moon together. The high life.
It’s all in ‘synchronicity.’
Satan encourages me to get a macchiato with extra cream, and a dash of honey and simple syrup.
Off to Peasant’s Pantry to get an offering for Baba, the Hindu god of prosperity.
My Mom needs me to claim my genius.
A few license plates like peppy signs in the parking lot of Peasant's Pantry.
DJ22 - 22 meaning “building.”
GownA11
The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. I laugh. A gown for my dark baptism. My little cousin, Emersyn, has just been baptized in the same Catholic Church I was once upon a time.
I may be in Salem - in only 13 more days.
Glow’s office is empty save for her sharply dressed assistant, clad in the same light pink blazer that I wore to help win my case with my lawyer in Los Angeles. She’s happy to take the blueberry muffin.
At Peasant’s Pantry I meditate on Baba’s mantra and ask the saint what he would like. Lucifer/Satan’s voice answers, then a softer energy, father-like. The caffeine from my macchiato hits me, and my kundalini energy - oh how is it less again, how I need to win its full power back too!
I step back outside and an ambulance blares by, (I take a minute to pray that no emergencies will hurt me or my family), and then a large truck bearing only one pallet of long, white wood drives by.
Oh my sex drive.
Only a few sticks!
I haven’t doubled it yet!
Or rather I have, but needed to spend it on someone.
“You’re fired!” Lucifer/Satan yells as i check BTC again. 10%. $13,100. This trade. We’ve done it.
I pull over into White Rabbit Inn.
The caffeine jitters inside of me. Parabola. God’s soul shakes with gentle laughter.
“It’s the funniest thing he could have said at that time.”
At the White Rabbit Inn, 10% turns to 11%.
I’m excited and relieved to see an angel number when I log in, 477.
We sell at $13,211.
Rebuy - $13,000?
I need to make more bitcoin.
It immediately jumps up to $13,477
No!! The devil has led me astray again!
He's angry, though laughing. “I need you to make more money, not more bitcoin!”
I check Robinhood.
“Transfer more money from the bank!”
Do you know what we needed? To invest everything?
We get back in at $13,320, though I should haven't doubted him, the price dips further.
Teddy, my cat bites me and jumps at the computer for the slight losses. The bear has struck again.
To the next swing high, then, or straight to the top...but when?
Lucifer tells me to get a peanut butter chocolate chip monster cookie for myself - as I’ve been a sweet monster.
“If I only had eyes for you,” the song in the shop plays.
I need a 10% return today. Bitcoin is hovering near $13,000, with $18,000 now “in bloom.” (<- again, the lyric in tune)
God is also with me. I’ve been giving back to the people but it’s been a bit too much. I need to recover half a bitcoin. So many excellent traders and investors on Trading View, many with names that follow the ideologies I’ve been teaching and subliminally spreading. D4rkEnergy. AlanMasters. Botje11. Twin flaming, elevening ones dream. All the ‘grandmasters.’ It’s gone parabolic.
“All the stars I have found,” is the next lyric.
To the moon together. The high life.
It’s all in ‘synchronicity.’
Satan encourages me to get a macchiato with extra cream, and a dash of honey and simple syrup.
Off to Peasant’s Pantry to get an offering for Baba, the Hindu god of prosperity.
My Mom needs me to claim my genius.
A few license plates like peppy signs in the parking lot of Peasant's Pantry.
DJ22 - 22 meaning “building.”
GownA11
The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. I laugh. A gown for my dark baptism. My little cousin, Emersyn, has just been baptized in the same Catholic Church I was once upon a time.
I may be in Salem - in only 13 more days.
Glow’s office is empty save for her sharply dressed assistant, clad in the same light pink blazer that I wore to help win my case with my lawyer in Los Angeles. She’s happy to take the blueberry muffin.
At Peasant’s Pantry I meditate on Baba’s mantra and ask the saint what he would like. Lucifer/Satan’s voice answers, then a softer energy, father-like. The caffeine from my macchiato hits me, and my kundalini energy - oh how is it less again, how I need to win its full power back too!
I step back outside and an ambulance blares by, (I take a minute to pray that no emergencies will hurt me or my family), and then a large truck bearing only one pallet of long, white wood drives by.
Oh my sex drive.
Only a few sticks!
I haven’t doubled it yet!
Or rather I have, but needed to spend it on someone.
“You’re fired!” Lucifer/Satan yells as i check BTC again. 10%. $13,100. This trade. We’ve done it.
I pull over into White Rabbit Inn.
The caffeine jitters inside of me. Parabola. God’s soul shakes with gentle laughter.
“It’s the funniest thing he could have said at that time.”
At the White Rabbit Inn, 10% turns to 11%.
I’m excited and relieved to see an angel number when I log in, 477.
We sell at $13,211.
Rebuy - $13,000?
I need to make more bitcoin.
It immediately jumps up to $13,477
No!! The devil has led me astray again!
He's angry, though laughing. “I need you to make more money, not more bitcoin!”
I check Robinhood.
“Transfer more money from the bank!”
Do you know what we needed? To invest everything?
We get back in at $13,320, though I should haven't doubted him, the price dips further.
Teddy, my cat bites me and jumps at the computer for the slight losses. The bear has struck again.
To the next swing high, then, or straight to the top...but when?