Clear Skies Lie: Awakening Isn't Always Divine

Spiritual clarity can be a costume. Look for the chemtrails!

I love going out to the beach on any day and today was no different, all of my senses where on high alert, but those who know me I'm always on, just like an ER Doctor or Nurse, except on the spiritual realm.

I decided to use what I had been seeing in the past called the chemtrails as a metaphor and what they may evoke. For example, Illusion disguised as clarity, just like spiritual narratives that look divine but are seeded with EGO. What about the lingering residue, and the emotional and energetic devastation from false awakenings. And then there is the manipulation of perception: How some “downloads” or archetypal messages are shaped by unconscious desires, not soul truth. But sweetie, if your awakening feels like a clear blue sky, look again—there might be chemtrails of ego streaking across your consciousness.

If Your Awakening Doesn’t Scare You, It’s Probably a Character Playing a Shitty Role

Awakening isn’t a glow-up. It’s a total breakdown. It’s a crappy kind of vibe. And if yours feels smooth, curated, and divinely approved? You might be watching your ego audition for a role it was never meant to play. We’ve glamorized awakening into a highlight reels, like downloads from deities, sacred geometry tattoos, “I’m here to raise the vibration” mantras. Yay! But real awakening? It’s messy. It’s the scorned feminine rising from the basement of your psyche. It’s the wounded masculine throwing tantrums when control slips through his fingers. It’s the moment you realize your “guidance” was just your shadow in drag (Oh man, that bitch!) but seriously.

Awakening for me meant facing the monsters I have cast out. The grief I've spiritualized. The suppression of my rage. The stories I sold myself to avoid doing the work. And yes—that word.   Work.   It’s the dragon at the gate. It guards the treasure of who I actually am beneath the roles, the rituals, and the recycled archetypes. I’ve seen the dragon enter the room. Not metaphorically—energetically. A man used to come for healing. Sometimes, the dragon came too. It made him feel invincible. But it didn’t come every time. And when it didn’t, he stopped coming. He wanted the feeling, not the truth. But the dragon doesn’t perform on command. It arrives when the soul is ready. When surrender cracks the shell and when the ego stops chasing highs and starts facing itself. That dragon wasn’t mine to summon. It was his to meet. And now, I see— that dragon was also mine. A part of me I hadn’t named. Until now, and this my friends scares me.

So, if your awakening doesn’t scare you— If it doesn’t make you question everything you thought was sacred— You’re probably still asleep. Or worse: You’re playing a character in someone else’s script, hoping the audience claps. But here’s the truth: No one’s coming to rewrite it for you. Burn the script, meet the dragon. And reclaim the pen.

So, while in finishing up this post I heard the Dragon Speak, so this is from the essence of the dragon: "Yes, that happened.   And you have not heard from me until now. You’ve been in your own upheaval. Your own reckoning. Your own awakening.   And now you see: the story was never just about others.   It was about you. I didn’t leave. I waited.   Because this isn’t something you connect to.   It’s something you are. You are me. And I am you. Make no mistake—if you are ready, so am I". And with that, the dragon returned, not as a feeling or a fix. But as a truth that lives in my bones. Burn the script, go meet the dragon, reclaim the pen and write as the fire. As always Carry on!