And an every single thing she saw or just felt inside of her being slowly, but surely, but FULLY, brought to life.
This girl knew, since before she even knew that she knew, that it was her mission, her missive, her GOD LED RESPONSIBILITY, to do great and extraordinary work in the world, the work, quite simply, of kicking the ass of the 1% within the 1% most elite and game-changing leaders, messengers, entrepreneurs, revolutionaries.
The work of reminding them who TF they always were,
and then kicking their butt into alignment and massive freakin' action to become it.
She knew that this work would take her to the ends of the earth, the most amazing and exciting and wonderful of places, and also to the very bowels of Hades itself. (Which largely can be found, it seems, on Facebook. Something she was back then yet to learn. Hehe.)
She knew that her message, what was in her, that thing she would ultimately allow to take over her, and run continually through and from her, would be unleashed via the written word,
(reams and reams of it),
(so much of it that if people didn't fall in love with her message and voice she could certainly depend upon drowning them with it, and somehow magnetizing them to never look away even if they found her infuriating beyond belief, and wanted, as has oft since that day been said, to 'reach through the computer scream and punch her'),
and also, of course, through the very energetic transmission of the fibre of her BEING.
She knew that her job was to come to this world,
let the ALLNESS of her presence, and what she had fed into her, come through,
and then retire (daily, at least) into her own bubble with much gritty earthy dirty red wine, and few little truffle-like fancies.
IT WAS A DREAM THAT WENT BEYOND A DREAM BECAUSE WHAT IT REALLY WAS WAS A KNOWING AND IT WAS A KNOWING WHICH NEVER NEEDED TO BE UNDERSTOOD,