Big, Mad H.appiness O.ver E.verything: No Permissions or Apologies

Manifesting Out Loud Everyday. Thats a MOLE. Someone who holds self accountability, polices and regulates their own behaviour, while trekking through their own space that others have invaded only to act like there's a leak in their operations that they're trying to hack and hijack. Someone who preserves themselves to better their environment, not lie in it.

There comes a time when you stop asking for permission. Not out of arrogance, but out of ancestral clarity. Being unapologetic doesn't mean being mean or vindictively deceptive to keep secrets that youre abusing the person to clarify for your own benefit, based on misleading lies that were fed to you because you were hungry or thirsty out of jealousy so that You won't feel left out, but dominate out of insecurity. Using silence as a weapon to perform stunts in the dark with staged support actors. You realize that the very system telling you to be patient, polite, and humble is feeding off the fact that you’re still waiting. Waiting to be seen. Waiting to be chosen. Waiting for your moment. But that moment is a lie they dangle in front of you to keep your brilliance convenient, contained, and codependent. I’ve spent years being spiritual but silent. I don't need to sit down and be humble, when we don't talk. When I respected what they knew I didn't know so that they can continue to abuse, than hide in plain sight to fall back from.

Powerful but Polite. Gifted but Gaslit:  Feminimity is supposed to be softened truth, to smile through my own erasure, to be “grateful” for stolen crumbs from tables I built. No more. This is the era of unapologetic manifestation for for a queen. Not manipulating monkey minds into flying monkeys. Women increase their testosterone when on their menstrual cycle, and our estrogen lowers - so don't tell me about how I handle myself when I match your energy to intentionally exhaust me. I am calling in what is mine with full conviction, clear intention, and zero guilt.

Manifestation Isn’t a Secret… It’s a Memory:

They want us to believe that manifesting is a secret. But its not. Blood carries memories. It’s a remembrance of your lineage, that they were trying to erase. Every dream you have isn’t a random desire—it’s a bloodline echo.

It’s a vision you were sent here to restore. And yes, it might make others uncomfortable. But that’s only because your magic exposes their performance. Your power is real—unfiltered, untrained, and unbought.

So when you light your candles, speak your affirmations, build your business, or protect your peace, you’re not just manifesting wealth, love, or freedom. You’re reclaiming timelines they tried to erase.

You Don’t Owe Anyone:

I used to hold back in the name of love. I thought slowing down would make me more digestible, less threatening, more accepted. But the truth is—playing small is not kindness. It’s sacrifice.

And when you sacrifice yourself to make others comfortable, they don’t thank you - just turn it into creative mockery like "Thank You Beyonce". They use it as evidence that you were never real to begin with, even they they were "rooting" for you.I 

So no, I’m not apologizing for praying big anymore. For walking into rooms like I belong there—because I do. For trusting the divine blueprint written in my bones. For honoring my ancestors by becoming the proof they existed.

Word for the "Neighbourhood" Watchers:

If you’ve been watching me from the sidelines—waiting for me to break, to beg, or to back down - let me save you the suspense.

I’m manifesting out loud now. And if that shakes something in you, ask yourself if it’s fear… or if it’s the part of you I’m reminding to rise.