Meet Yourself with Presence, Not Control ๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ•Š️๐Ÿฅฃ


๐ŸŒ Bienvenid@… y bien despedid@ a la carga ancestral que no nos pertenece.
๐ŸŒ What it means:
“Bienvenid@… y bien despedid@ a la carga ancestral que no nos pertenece” is a playful but powerful message that says:

“Welcome — and also goodbye — to the ancestral baggage that was never ours to carry.”

We’re being lovingly invited into presence... while also saying: adiรณs to the burdens, fears, and behaviors we inherited but don’t need anymore. ๐Ÿงณ✨

Agencia – Agency™

The first time I heard the word agency, I thought, “Huh? A business?” I only knew how to perform. So I was like, “I already do that. I produce results. ✅ Got that covered.”

Next. Boy, was I off.

Agency™ — the real kind — is not a rรฉsumรฉ skill. It’s a spiritual quality. It’s not about results. It requires compassion for myself first. Not productivity. Not even clarity. Just… kindness. With me.

๐Ÿ’ฅ Despertar – Awakening™

This whole wellness thing? Terrifying. Beautiful. Completely disorienting.

Why terrifying? Because now I actually see and hear myself. And the process is... a full-body upheaval. It still literally sends shockwaves through my nervous system — like I’m rebooting from some system crash. As my body lets go of ignorance, exogenous drugs, and toxic beliefs, it tries to regulate itself. A full inner pharmacy reboot. ๐Ÿ’Š๐ŸŒ€

๐ŸŒˆ Alegrรญa – Joy™

This is waking up. Not to something new. But to what was already inside me.

Things I forgot — or wasn’t allowed to feel. Like joy. Truth. Curiosity. Safety.

Those got buried under Christian caca, superstitious basura, and let’s not even mention TV — all those fake smiles and filtered lives. ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ“บ

๐Ÿฅฃ Recuerdo – Remembering™

If and when we begin remembering, it’s not just facts we recover. It’s feelings. Memory. Connection. The things no one could put in a textbook.

It’s like gathering pieces of myself — slowly, gently. Tenderly. ๐Ÿฅฃ

๐Ÿง  Prisiรณn Mental – Mental Prison™

Here’s the honest part. Even now, I still get ambushed by the voice of doom. Especially when I take one tiny step toward wellness. Or truth. Or peace. ๐Ÿ•Š️

Anytime I move toward remembering who I really am, that voice — that leftover programming — tries to drag me back. Into numbness. Into “just survive” mode. ๐ŸŒซ️

When I say “re-membering,” I mean literally putting myself back together again — Humpty Dumpty style. ๐Ÿฅš (Except this time, we don’t rely on all the king’s men ๐Ÿ‘‘.)

๐Ÿ˜ต Confusiรณn – Confusion™

And yeah. It’s uncomfortable. Lonely. Confusing.

Not everyone is willing — or even able — to sit in that chaos. It’s honestly easier to stay insane than to face the pain of waking up. ๐Ÿ˜“๐ŸŒช️

๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿฝ Meditaciรณn – Meditation™

And still… I keep showing up.

That’s what Vipassana has taught me. (Not how to make lasting friendships. Trust me. Learned that one the hard way. ๐Ÿ˜ฌ) But I keep going. Sitting. Serving. Listening.

I am the meditation™. Wherever I go. Whatever I feel. Even when I’m falling apart… I stay with me. ๐Ÿชถ๐ŸŒ™

Because now? We know something we didn’t before:

Agency is not performance. Wellness is not cute.
And love — the real kind — starts with how we treat ourselves in the moments that feel impossible. ❤️‍๐Ÿฉน

๐Ÿงณ Bienvenid@... and bien-outta-here to the tangled baggage our ancestors forgot to sort. We’re not carrying it anymore. ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿชท๐Ÿฅฃ✨๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ’ซ
Soul-Up™
Because Your Spirit Didn’t Come Here to Settle.

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