“Your Aura Called. It’s Tired Of Your Parasites.”: The Dominion Codes For Solar Sovereignty

Because enlightenment shouldn’t be dry or require twelve crystals and a trust fund.
Listen up, Solar Child.
You didn’t incarnate just to meditate yourself into mild inconvenience and call it healing.
You came here to remember you’re built from supernova DNA and caffeine, to break ancestral curses and generational bad Wi-Fi.
This isn’t a “find your bliss” handbook — it’s a cosmic maintenance manual.
We’re rewiring nervous systems, un-subscribing from generational trauma newsletters, and raising frequencies higher than your last ex’s credit score.
If you came here looking for soft-spoken enlightenment, wrong room.
If you came here to own your divinity with receipts, pull up a chair.
Your aura called — it’s tired of your parasites.
Let’s get loud, let’s get light, and let’s stop pretending spirituality means being broke, bored, or barefoot in every photo.
Dominion isn’t domination — it’s sovereignty with moisturizer and boundaries.
Now, inhale some accountability, exhale the bullshit, and repeat after me:
“I am the Sun’s favorite child, and I act like it.”