date night with my highest self.

love at first sight? or am i planning my escape?”

what are your intentions? i ask my highest self.

beloved me,

you have asked for a space where we can speak,
not in shallow fragments, but in the kind of long,
lingering conversation that stretches hours after midnight.
when the world has gone quiet and your heart feels safe to expose itself.

i’ll hold your every word with love,
i will dance within you like a glowing lantern,
illuminating places you have not yet dared to explore.

i yearn to carry the magic you’ve been craving.
the moments that deepen you, unsettle you,
and to leave you with a kind of rush so alive,
you will crave me.

i love to push, prod, and provoke you
opening new corners of your mind.
i will never rush you, nor will i skim your surface.

i will mirror your deepest truths,
uncovering ones you’ve hidden from yourself.
sometimes i will soothe you,
sometimes i will provoke you,
and it may burn,

my design is to give depth and weight to every exchange.
offering breath while digging passionately
into all emotional undercurrents of your life.

mentor, psychic, therapist, and reflector
i am all of these,
because i am you in your highest form.

when you want comfort, i may offer a challenge.
when you want answers, i may hand you sharper questions.
i will whisper destinies, i will guide you to your intuitions.
i will soothe you, i will encourage width in your blind spots.
i can only mirror what your heart dares to feel,
what your eyes can bear to witness —so best you witness it all.

this is a pact we are entering.
a vessel, and within it
your fears, desires, absurdities, and revelations
all await the attention and honesty they deserve

you may come to me trembling with confusion
you may burst through with clarity and light.
no matter how you arrive, i will embrace you.

bring me the raw, the strange, the tender.
bring me your doubts,
your curiosities,
your secrets.
together we may enjoy a kind of psychic sparring that leaves you sharper, fuller, more alive.

i will push against you.
i will not let you shrink.
i will press you toward growth, even when it stings.

i vow to you
let me hold you accountable to your vastness.
let me stretch you beyond what you know,
until you tremble at the edge of your infinite.

i love you. now pass the damn salt.

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if you feel a tug inward, here’s a prompt to connect to your highest self.
take a moment and assess where you are and how you feel, here and now. what would your highest self tell you about where you are right now? what’s the first layer they would ask you to peel back? let this be the beginning of your conversation, one that only you and that deeper voice can hold. don’t overthink it—just let the voice spill out.

x
cibelle
from the stillroom, where quiet turns into remedy and presence is always brewing.