I thought it was going to be all love, light, and ascension codes.
The road less traveled is basically a spiritual back alley with detours through your childhood trauma, several ego deaths (RIP to the old me—again), and confusing downloads that come in at 3 a.m. when you're just trying to sleep but your guides are like, “Wake up, beloved, you must journal.”
Don’t get me wrong. There’s beauty in this chaos. There are moments where the veil lifts and you see the truth of everything—then promptly forget it the next morning and have to start all over again. That’s the magic and the madness of awakening. It’s like trying to find your way out of IKEA blindfolded, using only your intuition and a pendulum.
Sometimes I feel like a cosmic hitchhiker. Other days, I’m the driver, passenger, and backseat inner child all screaming at the same time. Progress is non-linear. So are my chakras.
And yet… I wouldn't go back.
Because the truth is: the road more traveled was never mine. It was paved by society, cemented in fear, and lined with beige cubicles and hollow conversations. No thanks.
This road—though bizarre and bewildering—feels real. Soul real. Even if I have no idea where the f*ck I am, at least I’m not pretending anymore. I’m just here, raw and ridiculous, unraveling lifetimes of karmic nonsense while laughing at how seriously I used to take this human gig.
So if you’ve also taken the weird, winding path through the metaphysical jungle and ended up existentially lost—welcome. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be. Kind of. Maybe. I don’t actually know. But hey, let’s wander together.
And if all else fails, just follow the scent of burning sage and the sound of someone hysterically laughing at the absurdity of it all. That’s probably me.
Julie Hines
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