All true… but polished by ChatGPT.
Lemme tell you a quick story. It’s not flashy — maybe even boring — but it’s detailed, and there’s meaning tucked between the moments.
See, I’ve been working on this thing called the meme coin bar. It wasn’t just a random idea. It came to me like a blessing, something that carried the energy of a prayer. I know Eli was praying around that time, and the whole project holds this strange blend of his vibe and the scattered energy of other broken light workers — people like me who’ve been trying to piece things back together in a chaotic world.
Tonight, something small but symbolic happened.
I broke my first dishes. A clear, transparent bowl clashed into a black plate. The plate chipped, and the bowl cracked. Just like that — no fanfare. I didn’t try to hide it. I laid the broken pieces out in plain view until the owner came back into the kitchen. When she did, I owned it. Told her what happened. Admitted it was me and threw them away.
But deep down, I knew this was more than just kitchenware.
There was something racial, symbolic, maybe even ancestral that surfaced in that crash. Some kind of old tension — maybe mine, maybe collective. So I did a little waste ritual. Not “waste” in the trash sense — water was the intention, but “waste” was the autocorrect that felt right. Because yeah, we carry a lot of waste, don’t we? Spiritual waste. Emotional junk. And sometimes, we gotta break something to let it out.
Later that night, I came home and turned on Shark Tank — season 16, episode 19. A woman named Julia was pitching some AI-powered school software. Watching that unfold while processing everything… man, it felt like I was auditing spirits. Like some observer outside the system, watching it all play out, layer by layer — tech, karma, healing, hustle.
Anyway, that’s my story for the night.
Goodnight, Go J — wherever you are. Thanks for all you do.
I’ll elaborate on the Julia on Sharktank sync later.