I love when people are jealous of me, wish bad things on me, try to sabotage me, or send any ill will my way. I love when people are disrespectful. I love when people try to imitate me or destiny swap. Because I’m stealing all of that energy and transmuting it to become more powerful and get everything I want.
I recently realized that when people make me angry, it is a gift. When I feel enraged, it is a superpower.
That energy is an indicator going off, a flashing light that’s telling me, “Hey, here’s a great source of power for you. Use them… use them… use them. There’s a reason you’re a magnet for these types. They’re your energy slaves. And they are enslaved by their own free will. Whenever they decide to stop being hateful cunts is when they set themselves free”
Before, I was THEIR energy slave. I did not understand why so many people were treating me poorly, hatefully, cruelly. It tore me apart. I obsessed. I confronted myself and tried to become as compassionate and sympathetic and understanding as I could. I tried to set boundaries and enforce them with kindness and respect. I tried to show them I wasn’t a threat or interested in conflict.
It never worked to make them like me, or make me feel better, because I wasn’t looking at it from the right perspective. Their spiritual illness is my ascension in the physical realm.
And now I’m fully leaning into who I am, not worried about making others jealous, not caring if I’m always in the spotlight just by existing and being myself. I don’t need to dim my light so loser bitches feel less inferior when they are around me.
And if they want to try to take my place, instead of creating their own spotlight, I let them. It’s more fuel for my fire. It only works to my advantage. And they’re too stupid to realize my spotlight moves wherever I go. Chasing it just puts them in my shadow.
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