The hole you dig for me, you dig for yourself.

“You wanna fly, you got to give up the thing that weighs you down”. - Toni Morrison

You can’t compete where you don’t compare.

That line can sound disrespectful coming from the “wrong” mouth, but look deeper—it’s actually a reminder of individuality. We each have our own destiny, our chosen route when we came to earth. We operate our own bodies, which means we operate our own worlds.

When I go to bed, I enter my dream space—my world to explore and live in. You do the same. They do too. So if we don’t walk in the same worlds, why compete? Ego?

Lately, I’ve been thinking about the monitoring spirits around me. I live in my own worlds—plural. The real issue, I decided, is the expectations they had of me instead of for themselves. I noticed that my friends-turned-adversaries show up when they think I’m at a low. Especially the women. The men… well, that’s another post.

These women often hold a completely different perception of me than I do of myself. I’ve lived in this body my whole life. I know my highs and lows, and I try to stay as high (no pun intended *wink*) as possible. But I’m human and of this earth—living, healing, feeling, faltering. My frenemies thrived when I stumbled. What they didn’t expect was my recovery game. It’s immaculate. If they’d listened instead of judged, they’d know I gave away the recipe countless times. I would share stories of my healing. I am sure those stories were looked down upon, because most times people truly believe they are above situations, until they are below it. The mighty always fall. But they watched me with disdain—mocking, gossiping, and flat-out lying about my character. What they never accounted for was my character. Ìyá Pẹ̀lẹ́. I am who I am. I always show up because I never left. I’ve had my moments, and I’ve corrected them—for me.

I’m a lifelong student of life. There’s beauty in discovering both your brilliance and your flaws. When you stand in your humanity, you gain compassion and empathy. So when my character holds firm, their storylines crumble.

The holes they dug for me—they dug for themselves. I saw them a mile away. Walked up, skipped around. When they reached the same ground, they fell in. Why? Because the hole you dig for me, you dig for yourself—and you weren’t watching your own footing while you were busy watching mine.

Monitoring spirits could do better if they truly tried. Do the work. Face your shadow. Get cool with it. Recognize it and take the damn reins. While you could be watching yourself grow and create something beautiful, you waste your energy watching me—and end up in that hole again.

Heal yourself. And if you realize you might be a monitoring spirit… let’s work on that. Click a link.

To those who’ve been watched, mimicked, or maligned—you’re not a victim. You’ve been victimized, and you still you stand. That’s power. Lean in. I’m here if you need guidance. Click a link.

I want this to be a space of full transparency. I am actively healing daily. We live on a plane that's healing from gross sickness, and we, in turn, are also healing, prayerfully. I hope you find value in my writings and musings. Blessings.

Editor's note: This was written and created by me and polished by AI. My writings, sometimes crude, are my creations.