Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Angela.
Angela loved the trees. She loved the earth and flowers. She loved waterfalls and animals. And Angela loved the moon. But more than all those things, Angela loved to dance.
“It’s just evolution,” Angela said. “Pain is just evolution happening. And we’re becoming sensitive to it. We’re finally growing sensitive and open enough to the energies, that we can now feel them changing us. We can feel our evolution happening. That’s how fast we’re moving these days.”
“The future is coming,” Angela said in a different voice. “It’s close. the future is coming.”
Imagination shifts… “I can See it,” Imagination said. “I can See what I’m becoming. The moon gives me my energy. It’s why I always danced in the moonlight… I was a living chakra stone needing to be charged in the moonlight.
This is the story of how a little girl born a Female Domesticated Slave in an all-White Cultist town Upstate grows up to be a Goddess, able to See the Energy. I read the Energy. I always have.