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Patience is developing.

I am being eased with myself.

Time is slowing down,

Diving deep and deep into emotions

So that I can understand myself,

Allowing myself to come to the surface

So that I can breathe sometimes.

I am the human guise as demon

Trapped by her condition.

I am not one with a human heart,

But harbor hostility towards myself.

The loathing I feel for myself is a judgement

I face from the world.

I am loved yet undeserving of it

tells the demon.

In this field of existence,

I feel the world is against me,

Or perhaps I stand opposed to the world.

When I talked to you,

It felt like normal.

But the atmosphere wasn't.

I was surrounded by calmness,

It wasn't normal.

I saw calmness,

It wasn't normal.

Was the timing just right?

Or two different souls understanding each other differences with calmness?

Don't be sad,

Because I didn't choose you.

I chose you every minute,

I talk to you.

It is hard for me to tell you,

You aren't unique.

You make me feel alive again.

But I am choosing my shield again,

To save me from the storm of your being.

I might be swept away in the flow,

I might forget that I was hurt, too.

I am not capable of handling floods.

I am a blade of grass who wants,

to be secure again.

It was a normal office day. Everyone was working at their desks as they always did. To any onlooker, my manager was fine. She wasn't crying; she wasn't failing. She was simply "working normally."

​But I saw the weight she was carrying behind the mask of productivity.

​I asked if we could step outside. When we were alone, I asked her: "What is bothering you?"

​She was shocked. She asked me how I could possibly know something was wrong when she hadn't shown a single crack in her professional armor. I told her the truth: "I observe."

​The truth is, in those moments, it isn't "me" speaking. I don't claim that kind of power for myself. It is the voice of my teachers and the divine beings I have spent my life reading and listening to. I am simply the vessel they speak through when someone is in need.

​We eventually had a fallout. Yet, when I finally left that office, she was deeply sad to see me go. Because even in conflict, there is a rare comfort in being known.

​People are lonely not because they lack company, but because they cannot be themselves.

​If you are tired of the mask, if you need to dump your emotional baggage, or if you are simply seeking the clarity of a reflection that doesn't blink—connect with me. I am here for the one-on-one.

​I used AI to refine my writing to ensure my message is clear, but the experience and the ability are authentic. They are mine.

​CLOSED.

I don't speak to the masses. My quality is the one-on-one.

​I am not here to offer comfort or tell you what you want to hear. I am here to sit with you and hold up a mirror to the parts of yourself you’ve spent a lifetime hiding.

​How it works:

I cannot predict the future, and I don't perform "magic." You need to speak. It is through your words that I do my work as an intuitive reader. I listen for the truth beneath your stories.

​A year ago, I sat with a man who believed his power came from control and violence. I didn't judge him; I just read the dependency and fear behind his mask. I asked him the one question he couldn't escape, and he finally broke. He looked at me and admitted: "I need therapy."

​That is what it means to be read by me.

​Most people walk away because the truth is "too expensive." They would rather live in a lie than pay the price of being truly seen. I have accepted the role of the Hermit—carrying the light, showing the reflection, and being the witness to the things you think are invisible.

​I used AI to refine my writing to ensure the clarity of my message, but the story and the ability are authentic. They are mine.

​If you are tired of the patterns and ready to see what is actually there, I am here. But know this: once you see your reflection in this mirror, you can never "unsee" it again.