Female sorcerer with blue magic coming from her hand on a gradient black background.
🔥Open Letter to My Darling Alchemists🔥
An open letter to my darling alchemists:
Some of the things I know about you:
You know that there’s more to life than meets the eye
You know that most people are sleepwalking through life,
yes, sometimes, even you
You know manifesting is about more than red Lamborghini’s and vacation homes
You know that it is crucial that we wake up and remember that we create our reality
And you know it will all happen whether you participate or not
But you can feel how juicy delicious it could be if we all put all our chips on the table
For this spectacular hand
I know that sometimes you care that other people think your weird
Sometimes you censor the unicorn emojis coming from your soul because you just don’t know if people can handle all of you
Sometimes you backspace on your comments and your texts in case people wouldn’t like you any more
Sometimes you hide and sometimes you just don’t know if your magick is real
and yet, by some strange paradox,
you are also certain,at the same time, that your magick is real as fuck
The world is waiting, lovely alchemist,
It will go on whether or not you decide to grace it with your full presence
But, honey, you have magick dripping from you fingers,
Oozing out of your pores,
Don’t be so stingy,
You know what you are called to do
You may tell yourself, you don’t know your purpose
but you absolutely do
You may tell yourself you are not necessary
but, my lovely, you absolutely are
We need you,
And yet if you don’t come out and play this go round,
There’ll be another chance
but it won’t be this one.
This one is your one shot to be alive right now
There are lots of bodies in the cemetery that never lived
—don’t be one
Please, lovely, breathe and listen to your soul—
You came here to live
Do not let “them” keep you from it—
“They” are just the same as you—running from who they are—
It’s easy to step back from life and laugh and snicker at people.
Judge others as wrong or weird
BUT that’s not living—
AND worrying about what those people think, honey, that’s not living either.
It’s a game of pick your poison
A. Don’t live because you don’t want to be judged for being different
B. Sit around and judge people instead of living
It’s a game in which we all die unfulfilled
but you do not have to play
Get quiet and listen to that still, small voice inside you
Then, do what is says
It really is that easy
Do the scary thing
🔥Make the call
🔥Write the book
🔥Kiss the boy
🔥Quit the job
🔥Make the move
You know what the next thing is
So do it
And transform into who you already are
So many damned paradoxes
You don’t need to do magick,
You are magick
Hugs from One Magical Alchemist to Another,
Michelle
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Namaste & Hugs,
Michelle Martin Dobbins
