there is something icky that i feel

in truth there is the feeling of death that in my arena

a feeling of mourning

so much mourning

so much damn mourning

i can tell you why though, because yes… i am d y i n g

the self that has been holding on

the false one, honestly

and as i sit with her, i am now reckoning with how heavy she really is

she’s so heavy to carry and hold

which is different that how easy it is to be her, and nestled into the energy of being with her

and doing the things that she likes

of course thats the definition of get up out your comfort zone

get up and face the ugly shit

the shit that has ready and on queue

and HONESTLY the shit that is ready to be left behind

principally

like the crazy thing is that its time for a full system upgrade

like a f u l l system upgrade

which to my nervous system feels so scary

that why i keep getting this inkling to be held i feel like

held through the scary transitions

which luckily is now being dealt with in a way that my system responds to

by me

those around me

in the ways they know how

which are reflected again from the ways that i hold myself

you know, it feels that best when you follow through with a transition all the way to the other end

which is a muscle that is highly being worked on in so many ways

trust me

it has been such a long time of starting and topping with only reason being the false selves want to stay alive and thriving

oo the real look at alive and thriving

my love brought this to my forefront

to be healing, alive, and thriving

and how much separation of them there actually is

— now, respecting the fact that the understanding is now being filtered through my lens

one that is dying

or going through the fire

alchemical change

which shall arise anew

while remaining with the shifted compounds that were once something of the old

the thing about it too is that i can’t even call her a false self

because she in fact has been very real

is very real

and will remain a very real piece of my vessel, soul, make up

i can say the piece

is

integrating

it feels like dying for sure, but its not

it can’t be

because its energetic

is a dissipation

while a collection of at the same time

a rise and a fall

a trusting and beginning

a becoming and now

all at the same time

its a strengthening

and weakening

of course

its all

its movement

its breath

ITS THE LEARNING TO BREATHE DIFFERENT

to trust different

to love different

to grow different

its a full system upgrade, like i s a i d

its a processing of what is here now, present

and making space for the new process that is now about to flow in

the part that is necessary for this next phase of development

i really have hope though

more than hope really lol — so much more quality that hope

i have faith

i’ve been called

HELIA SOUL | August 23rd, 2025 | 11:48 AM | CANADA

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