If you ain’t real, you won’t know real love…

If one more yoga biiiiatch with her homemade metal tasting humus comes to me and says “love and light” is the highest frequency…I just can’t right now. Please note that in my mind I’m literately picturing you tied up to a cement block and I’m dropping one chick pea at a time every 3 seconds in the middle of your forehead waiting for your 3rd eye chakra to actually open…

Fun Fact: If you met me a decade ago I was the yoga pant designer bitch talking about “love and light”….Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love, love & light, but also… often- I’m not light. I’m dark, I’m very fuckin’ dark…can I not also be love when I’m dark?

We digress…

To date, data shows that authenticity is the highest frequency to ever vibrate in our meat suits. It’s recorded to be 4000x times more powerful than “love”. That makes sense to me,

I’ve always had more respect

for an asshole

over a fake bitch.

So much fake love going on… 🤮

I do think if you can be real and exchange the frequency of love - thats when you hit the frequency jackpot.