Yes, you’re divine 🌀

NOPE. STILL HUMAN

“You’re made of stardust. But today, you cried over soup.”

Yes, you’ve balanced your chakras, hugged your inner child, and probably cleared six ancestral timelines before breakfast.
You are technically a multidimensional being.
But also? You just yelled at a chair for existing.

Congratulations.
You’re still painfully, beautifully, gloriously human.

🔮 Symptoms of Being Human While Spiritually Upgraded:

You cry during shampoo commercials.
You feel others’ emotions, but forget where you left your keys.
You see angel numbers… and still double-text your ex.
Your aura glows. Your laundry grows.

✨ Mini RITUAL: Full-Body Permission Slip (to Be a Hot Mess of Light)

What you need:
🧦 One mismatched sock
🍲 Salty soup (optional, but authentic)
🧻 A safe space to cry ugly
🪞 A mirror (to wink at your own disaster)

Stand in front of the mirror and say:
“I am divine, but also kind of a walking emotional meme.”

Dip your finger in the soup and declare:
“This is sacred. This is salt. This is me.”

Wrap yourself in a blanket cocoon and whisper:
“I allow myself to be messy. I allow myself to be miraculous. And also mildly dramatic.”

Stare into space for 4 minutes.
(If you dissociate — bonus points.)

🛸 Mantra of the Card:
“I am holy. I am hormonal.
I cry, fart, doubt, and ascend — sometimes all before noon.”

✨Namaste, but with eye bags✨🌀

NOPE. STILL HUMAN

“You’re made of stardust. But today, you cried over soup.”

Yes, you’ve balanced your chakras, hugged your inner child, and probably cleared six ancestral timelines before breakfast.
You are technically a multidimensional being.
But also? You just yelled at a chair for existing.

Congratulations.
You’re still painfully, beautifully, gloriously human.

🔮 Symptoms of Being Human While Spiritually Upgraded:

You cry during shampoo commercials.
You feel others’ emotions, but forget where you left your keys.
You see angel numbers… and still double-text your ex.
Your aura glows. Your laundry grows.

✨ Mini RITUAL: Full-Body Permission Slip (to Be a Hot Mess of Light)

What you need:
🧦 One mismatched sock
🍲 Salty soup (optional, but authentic)
🧻 A safe space to cry ugly
🪞 A mirror (to wink at your own disaster)

Stand in front of the mirror and say:
“I am divine, but also kind of a walking emotional meme.”

Dip your finger in the soup and declare:
“This is sacred. This is salt. This is me.”

Wrap yourself in a blanket cocoon and whisper:
“I allow myself to be messy. I allow myself to be miraculous. And also mildly dramatic.”

Stare into space for 4 minutes.
(If you dissociate — bonus points.)

🛸 Mantra of the Card:
“I am holy. I am hormonal.
I cry, fart, doubt, and ascend — sometimes all before noon.”

✨Namaste, but with eye bags✨