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“Your Higher Self Is Typing…”

☕ The Cosmic Notification You Keep Ignoring

You know that moment when life glitches — the coffee spills, the Wi-Fi lags, and the universe whispers, “Now repeat after me: patience is a virtue.”
Except you’re not feeling particularly virtuous. You’re feeling caffeinated, chaotic, and convinced Mercury has joined a group chat with your shadow just to test your progress.

But maybe, just maybe, these tiny cosmic hiccups aren’t punishment.
They’re push-notifications from your Higher Self, each one starting with: “You up?”

🌌 The Universe Has Receipts

You told the cosmos you wanted growth — and it sent you the same situation, just in a better outfit.
You declared boundaries — and immediately got tested by someone who thinks “no” is a negotiation tactic.
You prayed for clarity — and the fog got thicker, because sometimes Spirit waits until you stop squinting and start trusting.

This is the sacred comedy of awakening:
we say we want enlightenment, but only if it fits neatly into our schedule, matches our aesthetic, and doesn’t involve actual discomfort.

Spoiler alert: it always involves discomfort.
And glitter. Somehow, always glitter.

🔮 Meanwhile, in the Akashic Call Center…

If you listen closely, you can almost hear it:
a thousand ancestors on hold, humming elevator music, waiting for you to pick up the line.
“Press 1 to stop people-pleasing.”
“Press 2 to release that outdated version of you who still thinks overthinking counts as shadow work.”
“Press 3 to speak to a cosmic representative.”

The line crackles. You sigh.
Your Higher Self clears her throat.
“Finally,” she says. “I’ve been trying to reach you about your soul’s extended warranty.”

🕯️ A Gentle Awakening (That You’ll Probably Laugh About Later)

The truth is, awakening isn’t a lightning bolt; it’s a thousand winks.
It’s the universe sliding memes into your timeline that you pretend aren’t about you.
It’s the friend who lovingly mirrors your chaos.
It’s the silence between words where the message finally lands.

So if everything feels absurd right now, good.
Absurdity is holy.
It means you’re paying attention.

🔔 Invitation

Beloved seeker, may your laughter be the prayer that loosens your grip,
and may the cosmic absurdities remind you:
even chaos is choreography when viewed from a higher orbit.

Breathe. Sip. Repeat.
Your Higher Self is still typing — but for once, she’s laughing, too.

Until Next Time,

The Inspired Imaginative | The Devoted Mystic

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