My Kundalini serpent blasted right out of my ass along with T5, T6 and L1 vertebrae when I entered this topic. I have now contacted my divine feminine goddess within by utilising my third eye through a new quantum uncertainty principle barely understood by mainstream science (I hooked an old Nokia cellphone to my forehead). While this all happened my healing crystals (Amethyst+Quartz, bought from Ebay at $50 a stone) started glowing internally with a slight indigo hue; indicating that, my spirit animal, post Disney-club Britney Spears, was present in my communal dorm room (which I share with three people I met online who also believe that dreading your hair totally makes you more in-tune with nature). I am now in a perpetual dual-meditation with my house plant Frank-Christina (it communicated that name previously through a sexual tantra healing experience I had at the local community center).
Happy Birthday.
