Have I not been speaking of the purge? Ahead of it.

I am my Mamas forerunner, champion, freedoms writer. Who’s torn down an old story. Lite up her darkest hour with my light of love. Forged through our darkness. Held her hand when no one else could even see, how dark it was for her. Walking through life without me.

Love. Does the work needed to bust through the damns we build with the words we speak. Love tears down what no longer serves our highest good. Love. Never gives up.

A Mama is the the root from which we the seed come from. Humans are walking trees of life. And this human tree, pulled her roots up to travel to my own Mama tree to force a change so radical, so transformative, that it would shake my Mamas roots to cause the dirt to move, to expose what ailed her soul that no one could see and yet we all felt.

My Mama is worthy of such love. My Mama is valuable and precious.

Look at the cards? Hermit? Which is Mama. The devil card. Which is me. Strength which is God. And justice. Which is Chelsie Lynn. Equilibrium, balance. Which is Chelsie true nature.

Healing. Miracles. Are ours Adoptees. And I’ve done this work to prove it can be done for us all. I took the narrow road. The one less taken of taken at all. Into my Mamas soul to scoop out the lies told to her that she clung to to survive without me, like an old blanket she held to comfort herself through this.

So that her arms could and would be free to get the real deal to hold. Me. I’m a key. To her hearts door. This Adoptee? Never gives up on her Mama. Even if I write that I have? That’s just me letting go of words that won’t serve. That’s what folks don’t get about purging.

Don’t hold onto anything. But love. For love has come to Mamas door. And love has won. Xo


I am an Adapted, artist, Mother, a soul, a human, singer, writer, activist, minister and deprogrammer and reprogrammer of minds. And I am here because we need to change how you see it, a lot of things that is. For us Adoptees who have lived in the dark. We were cut off from our families. And that is sad people.

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