Lost in Translation
Two things I said this month brought most of you here.
One was that you might be a cultural comfort creator. The other was that YouTube is your parallel self. About a hundred thousand people watched each one, and a lot of you wrote back with some version of the same sentence: I feel this, I just don't know what you're saying.
That's fair. I speak in code. That isn't a style choice, it's my design, and the cost of it is you understanding the message. How can I get you to understand yourself better if you can't translate what I'm saying?
So before anything else, I built you the dictionary.
Every term I use, one line each. Free, and it stays free.
Start with one word: your parallel self. The twin born about eighty-eight days before you, who never came through the canal, who has been sending you clues your whole life. Twelve hundred last week. Fifteen hundred this morning. A strange number of them are writing me the same thing: their parallel self's sign is my rising sign.
I'm counting. Friday I show you the number.
Don't just believe in yourself. Know yourself.
Reality's already written. I'm just on the remix.
P.S. I'm going to write you most mornings for a while. If that's too much you can turn the daily off and keep the rest, or leave entirely. I won't take it personally.