I am a hopeless case - I just can’t write bullshit. I can’t pretend to write stuff that doesn’t touch the heart and pull it out into the light. I can’t devote my energy, time, point of view or ideologies to words that when strung together are ‘just fine’
But then there are days when I feel like my skin is expanding and I have bubbles of life source flowing through me and around me. These are the 4D days, when I create, sometimes with copious amounts of energy and motivation.