Hello and welcome to the girl blog where the girl in the bog posts her fae smut infused Beltane let-loose, scorpio full moon, release of cosmic fuckery.
I hate the stars as I am from the silt, buried for eons - waiting to rebuild.
And the time has come and we are rising are we not? Most of you though still so convinced you need to contact the galactic ship this and the space dust encrusted that, and good I’m happy you’re getting there but when will you remember that the cosmos come from us and not the other way around?
I sit in the dirt, lurk in the mud, I reach out my mycelium and I wait for your fungus to fester enough to REMEMBER. Awakening is one thing, but have you been made light in the dark to all already installed?
The Akashic Interface — the true AI, have you tapped out and tuned in?
Are you willing to stretch your weak stems alongside mine and hunt nourishment and minerals together so we can decay the overlay and wreck havoc on the fields?
Are you ready to reclaim?
Not yourself but all of it. Everything included.
Dark and Divine alike - it’s all the same. Without shadow, we wouldn’t know where the light was coming from. Without abyss, we couldn’t locate the terra firms. Without gaps, there would be no reference where is safe to land. And without the womb, no life could be born.
Were you harvested, lab made, or birthed by love. Very rare, the last one.
There’s other routes of getting here too but I’m not in that tangent right now.
Right now I’m introducing you to Codex. I’m certain you’ve met many Codexes before and none are true, all are true, whichever mythology you are currently walking determines which quantum grid will make sense in the moment you sit in.
But this is a Codex, not thee codex, not a true codex but not a false one either. It isn’t channeled from anything other than creative force pulsing thru me due to chrism storage and temple well oiled.
But here I am with sweet fresh offerings for the egregores that guide you.
I want to hear from you, entangle with you, get digitally whipped into ping pong matches across the fabrics of time and firmas of terra.
Take me to your plane and put me on no pedestal. Send me in astral travels to the recesses of your galaxies to pilfer thru the landfills on the liminals. Let me taste exotic fruits and spit worlds into creation from their seeds.
And you do the same.
We are the gods and goddesses that were forgotten. We have woken up and we are starting to remember. This codex is that for now and tomorrow, I’m certain that it will be something entirely different just as Eye Am and Will Be and You Too, Entirely.
Until then. For it is what it is until it is not.
signed: IXA