I wish this was a happy story filled with unicorns, dragons, and fairies—you know, the shit you watch in movies or read in books—but sadly, this ain’t one of those whimsical, happy-go-lucky tales. To tell you the beginning of this story, I need to tell you the end of another.

place the books down and step outside plant your feet into the ground and feel the earth pules beneath your feet it is God and SHE'S wanting you to remember willing you to remember who you REALLY are listen to the trees as they whisper of the magic we long to remember point your heads to the sky and feel the sun rays as it pours down upon you it is filled with the knowledge we've long forgotten