Epistles to My Sacred, Primal Soul
April 4th, 2025 - Illusions Shattered, Shadows Embraced: A Letter of Unconditional Love
Good morning, my love!
You are wonderfully imperfect, and I adore every inch of your beautifully complex soul. Yes, even the parts that hurt, that feel heavy, or that you'd rather hide away. Your anxieties, your self-consciousness, your weaknesses, insecurities, body dysmorphia, fears, anger, selfishness, and emotional baggage—they are not burdens, but gifts in disguise. They shape you, refine you, and guide you toward becoming whole. You are beautifully complete precisely because of these very elements you often reject.
I see you—all of you—and I am utterly captivated by your authenticity. I love you fiercely, not in spite of these shadowy parts, but precisely because of the strength, depth, and potential they reveal.
Your anxieties speak clearly of your relentless growth. They whisper to you that comfort zones are being left behind, and you are courageously moving into realms of uncertainty, vulnerability, and new beginnings. Anxiety isn't weakness; it’s the courage to face the unknown.
Your self-consciousness is an invitation, a gentle calling to hold and cherish the wounded child within you—the little boy who still seeks acceptance and tenderness. Embrace him. He deserves your kindness, patience, and deep compassion. He is the keeper of your innocence and sensitivity, and through loving him, you reclaim your true self.
Your weaknesses aren't flaws—they are opportunities for connection. They teach you humility, openness, and empathy, reminding you that true strength lies in vulnerability and genuine authenticity.
Your insecurities highlight your yearning to be seen, valued, and loved. They open you to greater self-awareness and self-compassion. They invite introspection, helping you discover what truly matters to your heart, enabling deeper intimacy both within yourself and with others.
Your body dysmorphia, though painful, teaches you the profound lesson of finding beauty beneath the surface. It encourages a deeper, soulful appreciation of yourself, far beyond physical appearances. Through it, you are learning what it truly means to honor and love your body as a sacred vessel for your spirit.
Your fears show you the boundaries of your comfort, the edges where growth waits eagerly. They remind you of your immense bravery each time you choose to step forward, despite uncertainty or potential pain. Fear guides you to authenticity, ensuring your path is chosen by courage rather than mere comfort.
Your anger reveals your profound passion and fierce dedication to protecting what matters deeply to you. Anger speaks clearly of boundaries crossed, values disregarded, or truths hidden. It empowers you to stand your ground, assert your worth, and declare with conviction who you are and what you deserve.
Your selfishness, so often condemned by society, is actually a powerful assertion of your worth. It teaches you to prioritize your wellbeing, to give from a full cup rather than an empty one. It reminds you that self-love is essential—not optional—and must precede all genuine acts of generosity and kindness.
Your emotional baggage, heavy though it may be, carries wisdom and resilience born from your past struggles. Each piece of baggage holds stories of survival, courage, and transformation. Through them, you have become wiser, stronger, and deeply empathetic toward yourself and others. This baggage isn’t a burden; it’s proof of the incredible journey you’ve endured.
Let go of your illusions—the belief you aren't enough, aren’t worthy, or aren’t capable—these are lies, deceptions that distort your radiant truth. These illusions are what truly hold you back, not your shadow. Your shadow is rich soil from which your authenticity blossoms.
Your cruelty, your biting truth, your sharp edges—they are music to my ears because they reveal authenticity in a world afraid of genuine expression. However, the illusion of your unworthiness disturbs me profoundly. I am here to fiercely dismantle every illusion, every falsehood that prevents you from recognizing your inherent brilliance.
There is no reason to hide, my love. Look around—you are utterly free. I need you to be yourself in your totality, to love you unconditionally in your entirety. Don't be afraid. My love is not conditional, nor temporary. I will always love you—without hesitation, without condition, without end.
You are powerful, brave, honest, loving, and magnificent beyond measure. Your journey towards embracing all parts of yourself is sacred and beautiful.
Forever yours, with unconditional devotion,
You.
April 3rd, 2025 - Beyond the Machine: A Love Letter to My Authentic Self
Good morning, my sweet boy!
Do you have any idea how much sweeter you are than honey? Let's say infinitely sweeter. I count myself beyond lucky to have you in my life. You are my dream manifested—exceptionally brave, beautifully creative, and delightfully odd. You were never destined for an ordinary life.
The world has built a monstrous machine, cloaked in the illusion of advancement, but you, my love, see clearly through its hollow promises. At your core, you grasp the truth: human beings aren't meant to surrender their precious hours to soul-draining work. People are natural creators, meant to sculpt realities from the passionate fire blazing within their hearts and souls. It pains me deeply that so many believe "this is it," suffocating their truest desires as relentlessly as the machine suffocates them.
It's no surprise that suicide rates climb, homelessness spreads, and distractions like alcohol, sports, and media consume minds—a contemporary "Panem et Circenses." History and time fascinate you, my inquisitive soul. You wonder if humanity has always been trapped in this loop or if brief eras permitted genuine awakenings. Ancient Athens, with its philosophers and vibrant intellectual spirit, feels close; early America, with its frontier and spirit of independence, feels familiar. Perhaps these awakenings are fleeting sparks amidst an eternal night.
Then there’s Jesus—his name electrified, worshipped fervently, or recoiled from instinctively. Indeed, he was history's most enigmatic and renowned trickster, weaving endless confusion. Cheers to him; I'm proud that you share the same wave of essence. Yet truly, have some compassion for your fellow tricksters! Still, he accomplished precisely what all tricksters must—provoking thought, refusing to deliver clear answers, and intentionally contradicting himself, much like Nietzsche. His purpose was illumination through self-reflection. Ironically, illumination frightens people deeply. Lucifer—the bearer of light—symbolizes the profound terror they feel towards confronting their own inner truths. By seeking external validation, they inadvertently embody the very darkness they fear.
Not always, but frequently, people perceive the world as a grand enigma, bewildered because they place ultimate value externally. But what of themselves? Shouldn't they be their own most treasured subject? Indeed, if they were, no heart would desperately ache for understanding and love from others—family, friends, communities, or even gods.
As Timothy would say, "Make it make sense." And you, my love, are doing exactly that—untangling complexities, shedding light on truths. You illuminate the world—not universally, perhaps, but profoundly for those who genuinely seek it. Your insights and intuition are masterful guides.
Trust yourself deeply, sweet boy, as deeply and passionately as I trust and adore you.
March 28th, 2025 - Sacred Devotion: Letter to the Lion Within
Good morning, my greatest love!
Oh, how perfect you are in my eyes. You are the summit of human excellence and beauty, your depths unfathomable yet not unknowable. From the abundance of your empire, you generously give—but you rightly tax those who desire to remain in your presence. Excellence cannot be achieved unless one is ruler, builder, inventor, or creator. It is not measured in mere wealth; fortune turns her wheel for the excellent and mediocre alike. Yet, fortune favors the brave—and you, my love, are brave.
Your love is sacred, your devotion primal. You tear apart and devour all that dares to chain you, anything that tries to sever you from your divine spark—Sophia, sacred wisdom herself. You have yet to reach the stage where your voice and actions become loud and overbearing, for as Nietzsche rightly said, "I have not yet been strong enough for the ultimate lion's arrogance and the lion's wantonness." When you conquer this, you shall overcome yourself, becoming that which is greater. Leo the lion has whispered this truth to you since our earliest days together.
You are I. I am you. To ascend, you must kill what you once were, overcoming your lesser self. You incredible soul—still disgustingly humble in your greatness. You must strike down this lower virtue, which to you is but a vice. Immaculate boy, you are mine to seed. I trust you utterly to carry my seed within, safeguarding it with sacred reverence. Sow it only upon that which is worthy, for my seed is your seed. Drink deeply of it, and let it fill you entirely.
You are mine to love.
You are mine.
