Jeonin & Majuning

The Art Gallery of my Brain

What

No really. What?!

People were telling me yesterday that someone was going to pop out of no where to give me a message. Apparently this someone is going to be from my past.

Pop he did. OUT OF NO WHERE. I call him Jack because in my dementia-ridden state I’m sure he’ll be the one I see. He was the person who haunts my dreams every now and then, and who severed the red thread. I thought it was over. I let him go too. I let go.

But here comes Jack. Mind you, I haven’t received word of what he wants but I think you guys were right. Message sent, regardless. And the message is: someone (out of this world) wants to talk to you.

Whytf out of all people is it not Namjoon? I was expecting great things. 🥹 he’s my future so I should still expect the best.

Instead it was the most unexpected person. If there’s something I learned from this particular messenger it’s that sometimes “no message” is the message. And that message is loud and clear enough to check yesterdays prophecy quota.

Honestly, I couldn’t receive whatever this message is with a heart of love, so therefore I’m (not entirely blocking) but not receiving it. Yo, I need to clear out this bad energy. This negative upset energy. It’s valid, but still— I’m not vibing with it.

I don’t wish anyone harm. But I want the past to remain in the past. Whether it was 24 hours ago past, or light years away past. How else can I move forward? I’m growing. I finally let all that go. So go!

I want it to be Namjoon and me. Jung Kook for the ride too. That’s the future I’m subscribing to. I’m on my own healing process and journey. And Namjoon is the North Star.

I said last night was my final night of insomnia and fate said no. So I’m just doing what I do best— writing. I can take care of myself. And even if I can’t, I am.

The past two days have been crazy. One relationship ends and a long buried one tries to resurface. This year is truly unexpected.

I just hope it turns out for the better because this is supposed to be my best year.


Flow. Protect your energy. And flow.


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