Speak. by Kaya Coleman

radical (adj.) self-love  by kaya coleman late 14c., "originating in the root or ground;" of body parts or fluids, "vital to life," from Latin  radicalis  "of or having roots," from Latin  radix  (genitive  radicis ) "root" (from PIE root  *wrād-  "branch, root"). i created a space for myself and my community to heal, ground, and unlearn almost exactly a year ago. learning to unlock and release, i changed my focus from external to within and have spent the past year falling in love with myself. the proof is in the progress. --- i'd be lying if i said to love yourself, and to do so radically, is easy. you have to unlearn every false limitation that you know, every moment that's caused you to question your worthiness, every abuse of "love", everything causing you to exist as your lower self. this could never be easy.  but in doing so, you'll see that you struggled with love because that isn't what you were experi...

thoughts from me at 4 am  your higher self is always with you  --- sometimes you really can be pure, it is possible to be good  i don’t always have to balance the good with negativity, it keeps me expecting the worst  --- we’re put in this human body to experience. Unfortunately, we’ve created a world that makes experience virtually impossible. every system upheld by the government (every government, because let’s be honest, if you weren’t one in the same, why would you be having meetings, making agreements, sharing bloodlines, secrets and money?) was designed to create limitation. we slave the entirety of our human experience to fake debt, fake politics, fake news, and fake people (figuratively and literally:  see 2020 celebrity-driven bbl craze). our idea of reality is so clouded. we have no idea the dystopia we’ve created around us. we keep referencing the ‘apocalypse’ as if it’s in the future. look around you. no one can think for themselves. everyone is con...

“Choice is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without.” I know that capitalism is wrong, but I actively participate in it every day. I know every governing system in the world is completely made up, but I still choose to allow myself to be governed. In the game of performance vs. reality, we always choose the pretty lies over the harsh truth. Ignorance is bliss.  ---  I recorded an episode called blue pill blues on my podcast a couple months ago highlighting my anger with the world for collectively choosing to remain victims. Myself included. In a world filled with red and blue pills, everyone decided to take the blue pill. By being given two options we assumed that meant we got a choice. But we lost our choice the moment we felt compelled to make one at all. At what point do we stop blaming the system and start blaming ourselves for allowing it to continue? You are not wrong for being made a victim, but you are wrong for choosing to continue existing as ...

I was twenty two years old when I learned that I was addicted to pain. Grief, sadness. All of the above. I was hoarding sadness to the point that I became it. Of course I had happy days, I’ve lived a life some people could only dream of. But, my mind somehow always drifted back to the darkness. I have a leo sun and a pisces moon. a big ego, but hidden well within. I prefer the world to know only what I give it, and I was ashamed to give anything less than perfection. So I never mentioned a word, and unless I said something, no one could ever see it. But I’m starting to realize that they felt it. And the energy behind feelings is much stronger than the lies I was praying their eyes believed. Feelings are truths gifted to us by the Creator, the All-Knowing. That subtle knowing is more fact than any scientific thesis in existence could ever be. There’s a reason lived experiences teach us more than we learn in structured academia. Powerful to say the very least. And here I was, depositing ...