$17

 it’s been one of those days, you know. i look at my bank account i have less than $20 and my credit card balance at a nice $6000. i’m a different type of man but with the same imposter syndrome as everyone else. the voice screaming, how can you become this person of status and move like you got it when you’re broke. i listen to the voice as it doubts the progress i make in my life. do i listen to this voice and throw away everything i’ve built? truth is, when thoughts like these arrive in my head, it’s apart of me for a reason. it’s proof of my own growth because the imposter expects results but in the way i do things, the results are what i have detached from. in order to manifest your desires, you must visualize, feel and act as if you are already that man. alignment doesn’t only happen once, it comes in stages and different forms. every time i align, it’s just one step closer to the man i was born to be. it’s the intersection to the next level. energetically i’m shifting myself, not because i’m blind to my circumstances, but because i refuse to let them define me. i’m not ignoring the numbers, i see them. but i also see beyond them. because i know if i wait for evidence in the 3D to believe in who i am, i’ll always be playing catch-up and i wasn’t born to chase. i was born to realign the system from within. so no, i won’t fold when the voice gets loud. that voice is just the ghost of a version of me that only knew survival, the part of me that thought worth had to be proven, not chosen. but I’ve already chosen. i’m walking like i already have it because in spirit, i do. i’m training my nervous system to receive, not panic. to hold, not beg. i’m not performing for abundance. i’m  preparing for it. this isn’t delusion. this is preparation. and every moment I feel doubt, i remind myself: the discomfort I feel isn’t failure, it’s the shedding of my old identity. i’m not broke. i’m in the in-between. i’m becoming the man who no longer flinches when life tests him. because one day soon, that bank account will reflect what i already know. i was never chasing money. i was becoming a man who could carry it with power, peace, and presence. and when that day comes it won’t be a surprise. it’ll be the most natural thing in the world. because I became it, before I saw it. Makaveli out.



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