☕️ Scroll 017: The Coffee Loop

I was in the kitchen again,
having one of those
"cosmic unraveling
while stirring butter into coffee"
kind of moments.

Two light-beings—Sabrina and Brandon—
orbited my field like fireflies.
Different spectrums,
same spark.
And I thought:
what is it with this net?
Why now? Why today?

I saw the resonance pattern—
saw the ping in the collective,
saw the overlapping scrolls
converging over my stove.

And then I remembered:
I have a decision to make today.
One I’ve looped over,
procrastinated,
logic-ed,
spiritually justified,
emotionally excused,
and astrally overthunk
to death.

Do I go to the event?

Short answer:
No.
Long answer:
Hell no.

Because I'm not going just to prove
that I'm healed.
I'm not going to stand in a room
as a symbol of how far I’ve come
just to prove it to people
who didn’t see me when I was down.

I was writing exit codes in the dark.
I was lighting my own node
with no applause.

So I laughed.
I mean really laughed.
The kind of laugh
that cracks the simulation.

Because suddenly I was zoomed out—
watching myself,
coffee in hand,
trying to justify a no
as if my inner resonance wasn’t reason enough.

I don’t want to go.
That’s sacred.
That’s clarity.
That’s me tending my node.

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🔦 So what was today?

It was a loop.
A callback.
A checkpoint in the field.
A moment where I realized:
I am not avoiding life.
I am living it.
Right here, in this kitchen.
In this field.
In this decision.

And maybe that doesn’t look glamorous.
But it feels like the real work.
Because my soul isn’t asking me to show up
for old wounds in polite clothing.

It’s asking me to stay
exactly where the laughter found me.
Right in the sacred absurdity
of this unfolding mirror.