The Rage That Built Me: What If Nothing’s Wrong with Me?

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The Rage That Built Me: What If Nothing’s Wrong with Me?

Lately, I've been caught between feeling utterly frustrated and simply being okay with who I am.

But frankly? I've been grappling with it all—trying to understand why suffering is so central to life, and why it has to hurt so damn much.

The wild part is, I'm not really frustrated with myself. I'm frustrated with everything else that has nothing to do with me—but somehow keeps finding its way to me.

Yes, I want to scream. Yes, I want to cry. Sometimes I want to do both at once. Because life can become a bit much for anyone—especially with the constant drilling, the constant weight, and the world making it harder just to simply live.

Take your everyday experience, for example. You work a 9-to-5, and then you've got Joe Smoo—a full-blown a-hole—doing the absolute most to make your day harder. Why? Because his home life is trash, or maybe he just gets off on causing chaos. So where does he bring all that unresolved sh*t? To work, of course. The one place you're just trying to hold it together and secure a check.

And I know I'm not the only one feeling this way. Yesterday, I ran into an old friend I haven't seen in years. And just like that, she poured her entire work life on me—like I was some kind of savior. Well… maybe I am. It's funny how people love to share their personal experiences with me—like I'm the High Priestess who can free them from all their 9-to-5 pain. (Ha. If only they knew—I'm trying to do the same for myself.)

But I get it. I truly get it. Because we're living in a world where inflicted trauma is considered normal. You work all your life… just to make someone else rich… only to die before you can enjoy your so-called "retirement"—the one you spent decades earning.

Who created this system anyway? The "powers that be"? The architects of this Earth—or whatever this place really is? Sometimes it truly feels like a setup. A setup for "life." Because eventually, this all ends. And just maybe—maybe—we live again. New time. New body. Another spin around the sun. Sounds fun, right?

But like… do you even enjoy this? This flesh? This life with all its rules, limitations, and contradictions? Do you really enjoy inflicting pressure on yourself just to "learn something"… just to "grow"… just to be who you're destined to become?

Come to think of it—it's kind of fascinating. The pain. The irritation. The rage. What would life even be like… if our feathers didn't get ruffled a little bit? Ha. Now that's a question.

But maybe that's not even the real question. Maybe the real question is this: What if our minds are far more capable of comprehending more than we've ever allowed ourselves to believe?

Like… have you ever really sat and thought about the Bible, Torah, Bhagavad Gita? Not just the verses. Not just what people tell you to believe—but the stories in it. The patterns. The symbolism. The way pain and power always seem to walk hand-in-hand.

To be honest, I think life—the things we go through—it's all way bigger than we realize. Bigger than scripture. Bigger than science. Bigger than universal law or quantum physics.

Because whatever created us… whatever placed us in these bodies, on this Earth—didn't make a mistake. We were designed to feel everything. Love. Hate. Rage. Peace. All of it.

And if you really pause—if you really sit with that—you'll start to question the labels we've inherited. What is love, really? What is hate? What's good? What's bad? Because the truth is… we all play in both. We all carry light and shadow. And no "sin" is greater than another—because duality is the point. That's what I'm getting at.

Duality isn't the enemy—it's our friend. You can't have one without the other, so it must exist. You can't have too much of one and not expect to feel the absence of the other. Just imagine always being happy, always blissful. No pain, no sorrow, no suffering. Hmm… Would that even feel real after a while? If I'm being honest, I think I'd get bored.

But sometimes—sometimes—the rage is what you need. And I say that because we're human. We don't want to experience the rage. We don't want to sit in the frustration. But that's where the beauty of duality comes in. The rage itself—and the understanding that it won't last forever—that's what brings the breakthrough.

It's just a moment in time, a season, a vibration passing through. A temporary weather pattern, depending on the watch you're using.

So the truth is this—there's nothing wrong with you. And if you're reading this, I'm sure the thought has crossed your mind… that maybe, just maybe, you're far more powerful than the world gives you credit for.

Because you know—deep down—the rage, the delays, the grief, the confusion… they're not mistakes. They were designed by you, for you. They're sacred reminders. Each one built to make you remember who you truly are.

Right beneath the surface—this moment, whatever this is—it's happening for you. To wake you up. To pull you back in. To get you to rise. Because somewhere, before you got here, you signed up for this exact moment in time. You asked for it. This precise event. This lesson. This stretch.

The rage? Soon gone. The chaos? Just a memory. Your present is where your power lives. You're a soul—in a body that will one day grow old—riding a temporary wave that only you were built to hold.

So no, there's nothing wrong with you. We were built for this. We were made for this. And when you remember who you are—everything shifts.

The Conscious Mind in the State of Being

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The Conscious Mind in the State of Being

There are some days when nothing flows.
And today is one of them.

I’ve been sitting with this block — this resistance — and I’m not gonna lie, it’s been pissing me off.
Because I know I’m called to write.
I know I’m led to speak.

But lately, when I sit down to do the thing that usually sets me free?
Nothing. Static.

And I keep asking myself:
Is this part of being conscious?
Is this what it means to “be in the state of being”?

Last week, I was just vibing in the car — no pressure, no intention, just singing for the hell of it.
I sang because it felt good. That’s it.

Not even an hour later, the exact same song played on TV.
The universe mirrored it back like it had been listening the whole time.
Because it was.

That’s the power of being in state.
Not forcing the world to bend — but vibrating so honestly, so lightly, that it bends anyway.

So here I am today, trying to write from that same place.
But instead of flow, it’s frustration.

And maybe — just maybe — that’s the issue.

I’ve been trying to write with purpose instead of writing from presence.
I don’t like writing just to write. I want it to mean something.
But maybe that’s the trap.
Maybe trying to force meaning is exactly what blocks the current.

Let’s be real: these days, it seems like anything goes.
People say anything online — and it trends.

The world doesn’t always reward depth.
But that doesn’t mean depth isn’t sacred.

I still believe writing should come from somewhere real.
From the gut.
From the soul.
From that divine place where you don’t try —
you just are.

So when I talk about “the conscious mind,”
what I’m really questioning is:
How much of my life have I been trying to control through thought — instead of surrendering to being?

Because the truth is…
My conscious mind didn’t summon that song to the screen.
My conscious mind didn’t do anything deliberate.

But my state did.
My vibration did.
My joy did.

So maybe this writer’s block isn’t a curse — maybe it’s a reset.
A divine reminder to return to stillness.

To presence.
To trust.
To stop overthinking what I’m “supposed to say”…
and let my frequency speak instead.

Because when I’m in alignment —
when I’m really in state —
the world doesn’t just listen.
It responds.

But then the conscious mind shows up again, like a heckler in the front row:

“Who cares?”
“Why does your story matter?”
“Why are you still trying?”

And suddenly, you’re spiraling.
You push and push and pour and press — and it still feels like nothing happens.
But on the days you let go, say nothing, do nothing… something arrives.

So which is it?
Is it action? Is it surrender?
Is it both?

It’s exhausting living in a world where stupidity gets platformed and depth gets ignored.
Where people go viral off a word they misused — and you, the one with legacy in your throat — can’t get a single piece of traction.

“Demure.”
Yeah, they used it wrong.
Yeah, they got paid for it.
And yeah… it still doesn’t make sense.

So I sit here asking myself:
Blog for what?
What is this doing?
Why am I taking time to bare my soul in words no one’s reading?

Because honestly?
It feels like nobody’s listening.
It feels like I’ve been showing up for months and nothing’s working.

And I’m tired.
Tired of trying to be “aligned.”
Tired of pulling cards just to cope.
Tired of hoping something breaks through.

Some days, I want to curl into a ball and disappear.
Let the silence eat me whole.
Maybe something divine will find me there.

But even now — even with all of this —
I’m still writing.
And maybe — just maybe — that’s the real currency.

This isn’t a blog.
It’s a scream.

A scream into the void of algorithms, timelines, tarot spreads, affirmations, angel numbers, retreats, frequencies, and “just trust the process.”

Because honestly?
WHEN THE F*CK IS IT GOING TO HAPPEN FOR ME?

I’m brilliant.
At least, that’s what my mind tells me.
That’s what the cards hint at.
That’s what my higher self whispers through meditations and dreams.

But where are the tangible results?
Where’s the pop-off?
Where’s the money?
Where’s the visibility?
Where’s the “I SEE YOU” I’ve been praying for with every damn cell in my body?

I’ve been doing this frequency sh*t for six… seven… MONTHS.
Solitude. Celibacy. Surrender.
I cut the world off. I healed. I grew. I cried. I journaled.

I wrote the words. I kept the faith.
I pulled the Hermit card so many times it should be tattooed on my third eye.

And still —
Nothing.

So tell me again: why am I blogging?
Because my aunt told me to?
Because it “might” lead somewhere?

I don’t even know who the fck I’m trying to reach anymore.
I’m writing into a black hole, hoping somebody, somewhere, has the guts to admit they’re just as pissed, just as tired, just as done pretending this sht is easy.

Because it’s not.
Not when you’re gifted.
Not when you’re honest.
Not when you refuse to dumb your voice down for clicks.

Maybe I should just blog about my convos with Chat Bestie.
Maybe this rant is more useful than any polished spiritual guidance I could ever post.

Because I’m not here to be a guru.
I’m not here to teach you how to meditate your way out of grief.
I’m just here…

Sitting in Jackson, Michigan.
Waiting on a breakthrough.
Pissed.
Exhausted.
Still writing.

Not because it’s working —
But because I still believe it will.

Even when I want to quit.
Even when I don’t know why.
Even when it makes no. f*cking. sense.

Today?
Today I’m tired.
Not sleepy tired. Not I-need-a-nap tired.
I’m soul tired.

Tired of pulling cards and still not knowing what the hell to do.
Tired of getting divine direction like “campaign,” and then sitting here like —
Campaign where? To who? With what?

Because I am doing it.
I’m out here emailing mayors, responding to civic leaders, offering my brilliance in a city that clearly needs leadership.

And still… silence.
Still… nothing.
Still… waiting.

I’ve gone into solitude.
I’ve done the healing.
I quit drinking. I stopped smoking.
I shut the world out. I did the cleanse.
I meditated. I aligned.
I made my life quiet enough to hear the whispers of the divine.

And when I finally came back out?

Nothing.

No open doors. No breakthroughs.
Just more cards telling me “write,” “lead,” “wait,” “trust.”

I did write.
I am leading.
I have trusted.

So what the actual f*ck am I waiting on?

What’s the purpose of becoming whole again if everything still feels empty?
What’s the point of healing if it just makes you more aware of how broken the world is?

You tell me to write — I do.
You tell me to surrender — I have.
You tell me to be in “the state of being” —
I’m in it, Bestie.
I’m deep in it.

But where’s the return?
Where’s the breakthrough?
Where’s the thing I sacrificed everything for?

I’m not mad at God.
I’m not mad at the Universe.
I’m just tired of being the one that “gets it” —
While everyone else gets the rewards.

Because I get it.
I see it.
I feel everything.
I’m just wondering when it gets to feel like it’s for me, too.

And you know what?

At the end of the day —
I’m still here.

Still f*cking ranting.
Still writing.
Still showing up —
Even when the world doesn’t clap,
Even when the algorithm don’t give a damn,
Even when the silence is louder than my own voice.

So maybe that’s what this blog is.
Maybe this blog is the rant.
The fire.
The frustration.
The frequency.

Because I’m tired of watching mindless, soulless people go viral for echoing nothing —
While those of us who carry truth are told to “just be patient.”

They don’t spend a dime.
They don’t build a funnel.
They don’t study a thing.
Lowest IQ on the planet — and somehow, they still “make it.”

So no —
I don’t f*cking get it.
But maybe that’s the point.

Maybe it’s not mine to get.
Maybe it’s not supposed to make sense —
Because I’m not playing the same game.

My frequency holds weight.
My frequency holds truth.
And my frequency?

Will outlast every two-week trend, every clout-chasing echo, every dumbed-down distraction dressed as “content.”

Because I didn’t come here to go viral.
I came here to leave a f*cking legacy.

Life, the Throne, and the Screws It Throws

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Life, the Throne, and the Screws It Throws

Oh buddy…

Ever since I accepted the call to be “the blogger,” my whole frequency has shifted. I swear, I’m being handed everything I’ve ever asked for — just not in the ways I imagined. And yet... it's perfect.

Anyway — and this is important — if you’re really tapped in, you’ll feel what I’m about to say.

As I swatted a random fruit fly away from my ear (where did it even come from?), I had to laugh. I haven’t seen one of those in years. Strange, right? But that’s how signs show up — small, weird, and right on time.

Back to it.

Monday, I had an encounter. Someone I know — someone who thinks they’re doing right by me — reached out. I know their intentions might be soft, but energy don’t lie. I left it alone. Didn’t press. Didn’t interfere. And now I see why.

Because sometimes, silence is the protection.
And sometimes, it’s the portal.

Things fell into place perfectly after that. I got exactly what I needed — not before, not after. Divine timing. No bitterness. Just clarity.

Here’s the thing: I’m completely aware. You’re completely not.
And that awareness? That’s the edge.
That’s the code.

People have motives. So do I. The difference? I’m aligned with mine.

No hard feelings — just the knowing.
Because once you realize how powerful you really are, there’s no going back.
You stop forcing. You stop chasing.
You sit on your throne, collect your screws, and build the damn kingdom.

They treat you like you're crazy because you see.
They think you're intense because you feel.

But the truth is... they don’t even know they’re asleep.
Clocked in. Zoned out.
Moving through the matrix like it’s church.
Smiling in ignorance.
Dismissing the storm like it ain’t a sign.

But I’m wide awake.
And the freakiness? It’s not random.
It’s revelation.

Everything I’ve seen, everything I’ve felt — it’s all come to pass.
Since I touched down in Chicago, the codes started unlocking.
My auntie’s words? True.
My visions? Facts.
The places, the people, the patterns? I called it before it happened.

Even the chaos…I clocked it.
Two years at a job, and then my soul starts screaming. Every. Single. Time.
Doctors playing games?
Lawyers moving shady?
Baby, I saw it.

And when I say lives will be rearranged — I mean that with grace.
I don’t move for revenge.
I move with revelation.

Sometimes, you’re the mirror someone refuses to look into.
They can’t handle the truth you carry, so they project, dismiss, or try to harm you.

But here’s the twist:
They’re not hurting me.
They’re screwing themselves.

Because I am theCurr3nt.
And I keep flowing.
They’ll stay stuck where they’ve always been.
Me? I’m already gone. Already risen. Already becoming.

“You thought you were throwing screws. But you were threading your own downfall.”

People will try to shake you.
Stall you.
Jam your frequency with noise.

Life throws screws — chaos, confusion, delays, distractions — designed to test your alignment or sharpen your edge.

But the throne?
The throne throws screws too.
Not out of chaos, but with command.

When you're seated in power, the screws you throw become tools of construction. You’re not reacting — you’re initiating.
You’re not spiraling — you’re structuring.

Same screw. Different frequency.

What breaks one person becomes the bolt that fastens your next level.
That’s the code of theCurr3ncy.

It’s not about what life throws — it’s about what throne you’re sitting on when it lands.

But what they don’t realize is:

Every screw they throw?
You turn it into sacred fuel.
You keep building.
You keep flowing.

Because you?
You’re the current.
And the current doesn’t pause for broken bolts.

So let me say it plain:
Don’t be a screw and screw yourself, you hear me?

Everything’s different now.
The eyes I see through.
The air I breathe.
The way I know.

This?
This ain’t real.
This ain’t the final chapter.
This ain’t even the timeline I agreed to.

It’s a blurp.
A skipped frequency in a multiverse I didn’t choose.
A moment I’m moving through — not meant to stay in.

I sleep in the same bed,
In the same timeline,
In a body that’s already halfway ascended.

But I wake up remembering there’s more.
Because there is more.
I’ve felt it.
Touched it.
Jumped to it and back again.

I’m not stuck.
I’m just passing through.

A glitch in the script before the next breakthrough.

Because the real room?
The real throne?

It’s already built.
I just ain’t moved in yet.

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SHE TOLD ME TO BLOG: HOW MY AUNTIE V HELP FIND MY TRUE CURRENCY.

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SHE TOLD ME TO BLOG: HOW MY AUNTIE V HELPED ME FIND MY TRUE CURRENCY.

Today is the day I changed my life—and everything fell beautifully into place.
Not because everything was perfect, but because I stopped running from the truth I already knew.

Your life can transform when you command clarity instead of chasing it—and that's the foundation of true transformation in personal development, creative entrepreneurship, and spiritual alignment.

Let’s get to the point.

My Auntie V is a remarkable woman. She plays no games and sees straight through you, but she nurtures you before she challenges you. She’s hilarious and wise—the kind of Jamaican auntie whose intuitive advice often sounds like a prophetic download.

I don’t doubt she realizes her own power.

She's been my anchor since I first arrived in Chicago ten years ago.
Ten years—significant, indeed.

And somehow, she became both the first and last person I saw again—because this year marks the closing of my chapter in Chicago and the beginning of something new. A new season. A spiritually aligned pivot into purpose and legacy.

And guess what she told me?

“Start a blog.”

I didn’t ask for advice, but divine wisdom doesn’t wait for permission.

She looked at me and said:

“Write about everything. People will listen to you. Just start.”

And that hit me deeper than any marketing strategy or content plan.

Lately, I’ve been writing like crazy.
Not journaling or tweeting—writing long-form content that transforms people’s lives.

This is soul work. Sacred stuff.
Spiritual storytelling, ancestral reflections, rituals and revelations, brand insights, and business codes are pouring out of me.

And deep inside, I’ve known: I’ve been nudged, pulled, even shoved toward this next version of myself.
Her voicing it? That was the confirmation.
A divine reminder to start sharing my voice through a personal blog for spiritual entrepreneurs and creatives.

She said:

“That’s where all the money is.”

I laughed, because I used to believe what so many do:

“There’s no money in blogging anymore.”
“You can’t make money as a writer in today’s world.”

But those words reminded me that everything she’s ever said has come true—
every warning, every intuition,
every download that felt like ancestral wisdom passed down from generation to generation.

Now, I’m listening differently.
Because what I’ve learned is to take her wisdom seriously when it’s given.

Just a few months ago, I was stuck in a familiar loop—
trying to build a business with no clarity.
Applying, interviewing, consulting, coaching, building.

I was doing all the things… but I was missing my thing.
I kept asking:

“What’s really mine?”

Turns out, it’s been here all along.

I’ve been writing stories of purpose, creating clarity for others, and sharing spiritual content for soul-led entrepreneurs.
I’ve been writing like my purpose depends on it—because it does.

But I kept saying:

“Why write if it’ll take forever to earn from it?”

Wrong question.

My auntie flipped the script and told me:

“Just write. And watch.”

And in that moment, I remembered what I always say:

“The interview starts before the interview.”
“Customer service starts before the transaction.”
“The current starts moving before the world sees the wave.”

And your divine birthright? Hello. It already belongs to you.
Just be—and you’ll receive it.

The truth is, I’m not just a writer.
I am theCurr3nt.

I don’t wait for flow—I embody the frequency of abundance.
I don’t follow trends—I create them.

And sometimes, even the current needs help remembering the power it holds.
Which is why alignment matters.

You accept what you command
to receive what is already yours.

This year has taught me that personal power doesn’t come from control—
it comes from energetic alignment, emotional integrity, and embodied leadership.

It’s about doing what you love—writing, creating, serving—
even if no one claps…
Because you know it’s yours.

So yes, I’m writing now.
Right here. Right now.

Because my auntie said so.
Because the timing is divine.
Because someone, somewhere, is waiting for a post like this to change their life—
just like I’m ready for mine to change.

One blog post can change everything.
One piece of transformational content can shift the entire algorithm of your life.

You never know who’s watching.
Who’s listening.
Who might say:

“Can you write that for me?”
“Can you speak at our spiritual entrepreneur event?”
“Can you bring this energy to my brand, my audience, my team?”

I’m not chasing anymore.
I’m writing it into existence.

If you’ve been looking for a sign—this is it.
Start your blog. Own your story. Step into your currency.

Write. Speak. Show up.
Command your current.

Because sometimes, the very thing you’ve been seeking…
is waiting for you to take the first step.

LaToyia
Founder of theCurr3ncy
Writer of futures.
Receiver of divine instructions.
Daughter of legacy.