Fierce Rebel here, back, better, stronger, and ready for my transformation to grace these pages. It’s been over 4 months since my last posted blog and I refuse to let this space wither away.
My purpose is huge and this website I believe will be a important piece of history. And to think of the word history brings much to mind especially due to the current stance of our economy, our government, and the world in general. It feels like I’m flipping the pages through a book but this time I am in the middle of the plot and baby it’s thick AS FUCK!
In the midst of all this, as I said before, it would be rebel style to feel like I’m finally returning to myself, stepping into a new era, on the brink of success, while world war 3 is brewing and all that I’m trying to acquire could be just as worthless as the paper it’s being printed on. But such is life.
Luckily, I have many aspirations to dive into, and activism is one of them so, one birth to the next. My whole existence has been levels of evolution in forms I can’t describe, that can’t be measured, or understood, just experienced. The next version has to be embodied which is harder than writing some lines on a paper and hoping for the best. It takes action and repetition and it’s quite painful. Truly like a birthing experience that you feel from both sides of a womb’s perspective. The tightness of the newborn coming out and the bear down of the pressure it takes to bring the soul to the other side.
However, in my case and I’m sure many other rebels’ cases life has been like a domino effect, one birthing at a time. And it can feel like a personal attack from the Gods or the devil I’m not sure which. It takes time to adjust to the reality that this is your calling and your life. Eventually it builds excitement because you understand that you are always completing stages, first egg, larvae, cocoon, butterfly, repeat… but there is always beauty somewhere in each stage. Just have to pause and behold. Can’t rush a masterpiece.
I say this to say that everything I have created, every thought I have is a bridge to the next version of my existence. We all live separately but together between parallel universes just waiting for the version to come forth for that life.
Anyways, what stage do I feel I’m in you ask?! Between cocoon and butterfly. I have done some hard work and I’m super proud of myself. I am so different internally that I have to meet myself all over again and I am behooved each day by the sight and feels of me.
I never thought I would say that. I lived in my own hell so long I thought I would burn there forever but this is the time where I can say that “this too shall pass” and “trouble don’t last always” lol.
Time for a testimony and no fear with sharing it. Soooo here we are.. step one. More to come. But this is just a little hello, a little watch out, a little come back and see me because momma got some shit brewing and the flavors babyyyy.. you don’t want to miss it. Talk to you soon.
Sincerely,
Fierce Rebel
1/22/26