We Sat on the Rooftop and Let the Stars Watch Us Back
Chapter 6 | The Little Wood House Inside My Mind
When you live a double life like me, one in reality and one in imagination, things move and transform extremely fast. Not because I work harder or never sleep (it’s quite the opposite), but because I feel so much more. And feelings are the ultimate secret to manifestation.
Your imagination isn’t a tool, it’s the creative force behind every particle of life, you see? If you’re here with me, it’s about time you stop relying so much on your eyes. Close them for a little while. Because this world you live in, is just your assumptions hardened into fact. But what does fact even mean?
Facts are nothing but teachings you’ve accepted as truth (and still accept as truth).
But what if everything you thought was solid is actually malleable?
But what if everything you’ve ever known could be rewritten?
Fascinating, right?
I’m here to remind you that the real experience of being human happens in your heart, in the quiet theatre where you create, feel, and become.
The thing you’re about to read is part of a story series called The Little Wood House Inside My Mind, where I invite you into my imagination to meet me, and all the parts of me in their rawest, most vulnerable form.I recommend starting at Chapter 1 if you want to enjoy the ride and avoid getting lost in a fuckery of nonsense. But whatever, suit yourself.
Btw, there’s a fox watching you read this right now.
It’s been a couple of days since the ocean stopped wrecking the little wood house inside my mind. Actually, everything has been quite nice and calm in here since I made the decision to let go of the corpse.
This whole adventure taught me a lot about letting go of what’s already dead, projects, relationships, and, in this case, stories that no longer serve me. I used to say that my attachment to dead things was because of the depth of my loyalty lol. But loyalty can be such a waste of energy when you give it away freely, to just anyone.
~Ugh, just thinking about it makes me tired.
True loyalty feels like a thread of light, unbreakable, only when it’s true.
Loyalty must be earned, and honored.
~I will remember this, always.
As I write this, there’s energy rising in my chest. This feeling shaped the heartbeat of my little home this week. I stayed loyal to myself, to what’s alive in me. I gave my energy to the living, instead of feeding what’s already gone.
Boy, I love to torture myself so much, that’s still the truth. But now, I’m starting to experience what it’s like to be surrounded, not by ghosts or half-named dogs, but by parts of me that shine fully in everything they are. And I have to admit, it’s… pleasant. For the first time, I can say honestly that I have fun playing games, chilling, and creating little fun traditions with the creatures inside my mind.
And it’s starting to reflect in my reality.
Feelings create reality.
Everyone was invited this week! I wasn’t working, planning, or analyzing anything. I just played with a bunch of animals, spirits, and different parts of myself, and we used the freedom of imagination to create beautiful, poetic moments.
We draw a map together of all the forgotten rooms of my mind.
We spent a whole night counting millions of $100 bills and laughing like old kings.
And of fucking course we sat on the rooftop and let the stars watch us back.
~Because, WE are the light.
I even invited some clients into my Little Wood House through a new offer I created called The Fox Replies At Night, and I cried with every recording I made.
~I could never have done that a year ago, what an expansive experience!
Everyone slept in the house. Louise-Anne was there. If you know me, you know Louise-Anne; and if you don’t, well, you’ll meet her soon enough. Giada, Kharlach, Wood-Man and Nib were there too. If you don’t recall Nib, that’s the name of the bouncing clown who became a little wood-toy elf in our last chapter.
Speaking of Nib, he lives permanently with me now. He’s always there, and together we follow Giada’s instructions, exploring silence and peace side by side. Life’s been great on the Plain of my mind.
It’s fun, it’s calm, and I learn a lot through that light.
To learn, you don’t need to torture yourself.
And you don’t need to torture yourself to teach, either.
Some are made to awaken the dead.
Some are made to make gardens grow.
I did both, but I think I’m better at making gardens grow.
As night falls over my Little Wood House, doubt brushes against me like a cold hand, sometimes, whispering that none of this is real.
Whatever real even means.
And yet, it’s the only thing that has ever saved me.
V.
Vae, est-ce que tu penses à mettre cette incroyable histoire en format livre ? 💫