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I write from the fracture lines—where empire meets memory, where medicine forgets, and policy gasps for breath. Diaspora-touched, clinically trained, spiritually disobedient. This is a hidden clinic for systems in collapse and souls in transition.
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Let’s rewrite what they forgot: Wealth is who you hold. Profit is peace you sold. Legacy is love untold. open.substack.com/pub/thehidde...

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In the Beginning, Puberty Was Not Permission Not adulthood in the civic sense, but a readiness to receive the sacred. Not about marriage. Not about sex. About consciousness. open.substack.com/pub/thehidde...

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shorturl.at/iCbjJ The man who never leaves his street does not echo— he roots the street, he holds the beat. He is the bone beneath the ground, and he knows without roots, no tree is crowned. #ancestralmedicine #memoryinroots

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shorturl.at/Cte5m They want the signal— but not the spirit. The tech— but not the temple. They’ll take the frequency, but leave the flame. They’ll extract the rhythm, but forget the name.

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Breath doesn’t play like that. You can’t trademark an inhale. Your qi won’t sign. Stillness won’t stream on demand or on time. shorturl.at/gaV2t #culturalhealing #spiritualmedicine

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Beneath the noise of modern life lies a forgotten myth: We’re not just cogs in a machine—we’re part of something much larger. open.substack.com/pub/thehidde...

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My grandfather never called it yoga. He just breathed like the divine was listening. I met the plants later, and they showed me what he already knew — that breath is the first prayer, and posture is a portal. We never lost the truth. We just forgot how to listen. open.substack.com/pub/thehidde...

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I went to Amsterdam for flower. But what I found was frequency. She didn’t sell weed — she offered remembrance. 0.1 gram full melt. No buzz. Just truth. #CannabisCeremony #AmsterdamMystic #SacredSmoke #PuffcoPilgrimage #PlantFrequency #DabbingInDevotion open.substack.com/pub/thehidde...

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It wasn’t a breakup. It was a memory that never got to live. Love in silence. Grief in full color. She was never mine to keep — but she was sacred still. #SouthAsianLove #CasteAndLonging #QuietLoveLoudWorld #PoetryOfLoss #RitualGrief #BrownBoyTenderness open.substack.com/pub/thehidde...

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Mary never got loud. She whispered. Not to numb — to reawaken. I didn’t smoke to escape. I smoked to remember. This isn’t getting high. It’s coming home. #MaryWasAHealer #ReturnNotEscape #PlantConsciousness #TerpenesAndTruth #SacredInhalation #MysticStoner open.substack.com/pub/thehidde...

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I'm not a priest. I never wore white without bleeding through it. I was trained in science, broken by silence, and remade in smoke. I don't pray the way they taught me. I write like it burns. This is not a brand. This is a blade. #disaporadust #thehiddenclinic open.substack.com/pub/thehidde...

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