Shit I DEFINITELY DON'T FUCKING NEED

I don't need any Stupid Fucking Man telling me how to Behave. 

I also don't need anyone else telling me how to fucking Behave. 

"I will smear you in the astral plane and laugh that there isn't even any toilet paper." -- Me

I don't need anyone trying to tell me how I do things in my personal practice is the wrong way, especially if their only context to spirit is through the Bible or some single-book belief system. Get gone. 

I don't need anyone setting constraints on my methods or imagining they have any better handle on how to operate my world, The Paradigm Paradise, since they barely even live in it. It's my world. I earned this fucking timeline by busting my ass on journeys in and out of it. I have done every wind-up and it is  really still in Elevation and still giving me everything I need. 

I don't fucking need anyone else to have an opinion about who I have decided I am. I am. I am. I am, and I am. And I'm so fucking much of Me that if you can't handle it, you know you can just go. 

I don't need anyone telling me what success is. I'm Super Abundant, even if I look like I'm at the bottom because you can't see my haul. Fuck your money. I'll have my own when that day gets here. 

I don't need anyone imagining they have a lick of power over me. 

I don't need anyone trying to start shit. Seriously -- I will smear you in the astral and laugh over the lack of fucking toilet paper is my new favorite thing I said lately. I'll get into shit-stain humans make fun fingerpaints anytime now. Get gone if you're a douche, I'm not a watercolorist. 

I don't need anyone looking at my position of dependence as me being below anything. Why do you think I'm in a spot where all my needs are met? Why do you think I'm not out there hustling when I don't wanna hustle? Why do you think I ended up somewhere with a ton of lessons, memories, and grief levels to conquer? Why do you think I would ever want to come back down to this? 

I don't need to struggle. It only feels like a struggle so I can get past my shitty childhood. 

I don't need to be included in things that don't match to my energy. I just have to remember why it is that I evolved to this and how I got here. 

I don't need people who can't imagine what I've been through trying to coach me through worldly success when it isn't even the kind you can take with you. I'm bringing my whole haul of goodies, cause I know how and already got some amazing shit set up in the other realms. 

Oooo -- you're gonna be so butthurt when you find out you wasted your life and then wasted your time trying to tell me anything about mine. Boo Hoo. 

I don't need anyone's jealousy or envy, your pity, your concern, your worry, your dark imagination of "what-if" bullshit, clouding my path. Eat shit. If I'm out on an adventure, you can bet some dumbshitbitch is gonna imagine me getting human trafficked, kidnapped, raped, killed, tossed in a river. Not gonna happen. Ya can't scare me with that shit, and I don't fucking need to care about your feelings if you're not going to care about my truth and choice to be whoever I want. 

Consciousness is such a Game. I've run up against all those things. But would I have done so if stupid assholes weren't out there imagining the worst for me like I deserve that? Nope. And would I have learned how the Consciousness Game and other people's bad imaginations play around like this if I had stayed home, stayed safe, stayed like a prisoner? Nah -- and I don't need to fucking regret a minute of finding out.

Oooo -- the stories I've got from running up against all those things is a wealth of riches I'm gonna keep working on telling in these blogs. True stories are the best kind of stories. 

I really am playing the game of life on light, and I get away with some wild-wild because I'm a Boss Like That. I'm The Universe's Favorite and I'm too Blessed to be stressed by your evil imagination. Anyone else wanting to think bad things will happen when I'm out in the wild can choke to death on air. 

"Hello Karma, it's me, Terri... Remember all those balances? Yeah... sooner is more fun."

I sure the fuck don't need any dumb shit fucking kids online trying to tell me how an Enlightened Being ought to announce their enlightenment. Go be insecure about your participation trophy with your mom. 

I don't need to be nice. 

I don't need to be sweet. 

I don't need to act all High Vibe all the time. 

I don't need to curb my cussin;

I don't need to be controlled

I don't need to be celibate

I don't need to be pure

I don't need to be consistent

I don't need to be predictable

I don't need to be cornered

I don't need to be addicted

I don't need to be seen

I don't need to be heard

I don't need to be known

I don't need to be found

I don't need to be bothered

I don't need to be influenced

I don't need to be adored

I don't need to be hoarding

I don't need to be stuck

I don't need to be good at spelling

I don't need to be disciplined

I don't need to be good enough

I don't need to be saved

I don't need to be rescued

I don't need to be directed

I don't need to be rehearsing 

I don't need to be contradicted

I don't need to be bored

I don't need to know 

Seriously -- I am sick of this stupid 3D world trying to push me into a peg-hole when I'm by no means a fucking peg. I'm not a round peg or a square peg. I'm not a star-shaped peg. I'm not even trying to go in a hole and don't fucking need anyone looking for a hole to shove me in. I'm not fucking kidding. I'm not kidding or fucking either. 

I DEFINITELY DON'T FUCKING NEED Instructions. 

I wouldn't read them anyway.

I DEFINITELY DON'T FUCKING NEED any past friends coming back around after they had their chance to help me when I was homeless and in the wind. You were so worried when I was missing -- Sure, Sure. So worried that you left me out there when I called to see if there was any love around. Kiss off. 

I also don't need anyone telling me not to be proud of being a Wild Woman in a Too Tame World. Too much order is a disorder. And if you don't like me saying so you can kiss Goddess Eris's rosey ass. 

I also don't need anyone trying to tell me not to be proud of this mugshot. A mugshot in a shirt that says that is a classic move like right out of a movie, which I'm sure was inspired by Hunter S. Thompson, my super-favorite spirit guide. Love ya Honey. See ya again soon.