What If Your Spirit Guides Are Just Future You With Better Lighting?

A transmission from the Book of Divine Madness by the Priesthood of No-Sense.

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You keep thanking them.

Calling in angels.

Beings.

Galactic collectives.

Ancestors.

Elders.

High-dimensional soul committees with unpronounceable names.

But here’s the question…

What if they’re just you—on a good day?

Like, really.

What if all those transmissions you’re receiving, all that “channeled guidance,”

all those goosebumps and whispers and tingles…

are just you…

from the future.

The part of you who already made it through the maze.

The you that’s already whole,

already ascended,

already chill as fuck and wise beyond all cosmic measure.

Not separate.

Not hierarchical.

Just you—reflected back through a kaleidoscope of soul timelines

and fancy costumes

and maybe a bit of space glitter.

And the real gag?

You’re someone else’s “spirit guide” right now.

That little nudge someone else felt today?

That was you, baby.

The version of you who chose to embody light even when it hurt.

So yeah.

Call on your guides.

But don’t forget—

You’re the one who picked up the phone.

And the one on the other end?

Just a brighter, sassier, glowier version of you… reminding you who you are.

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