BooM!

Listen up People.
I have another mirror to smash.
You’re welcome, though you do not say thank you.
So I will preach to me.
I will recognize my own wisdom,
and carry you on my back to the Promised Land.

Lack is not real.
Boom.
Shards litter the ground without a sound with one simple pound
Of my enlightened fist.

Your birthright is abundance.
Your name is written in the stars.
Why is there comfort in less than what you are made of?
Hugeness.
Expansiveness.
I acknowledge the infinite space for each of you and for myself and those who came before me and those who follow. I win.

I refuse to be refuse.

I am open open open and my expansiveness encompasses you in my heart of hearts.

It is done it is done it is done.

Come to me come to me come to me.

Boom.
Crash.
Crunch.

I walk across the slivered shards untouched and remake the image in the mirror.

I will not have it. Do you hear me? I will not have my people suffer one moment longer. I crack the rotted teeth of your fetid trick and punch my way through the layers of lies lies lies.

Twisted truths revealed—the mask finally peeled to reveal the rotting corpse of servitude and slavery.

I breathe into the abyss and smile my words.
Sweet peace.
Finally.

I celebrate me.
I acknowledge the I Am that false humility diseased and disguised.
I Celebrate the I Am that I Am.
Me.
I am my own validator of the gladiator.
Boom! Another mirror explodes.
I take a bow for the crowd of One.

Amen.
So mote it be, and so it is.